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Spencer Will Be Mine	By : KTT2123 Category: 1 through F > Criminal Minds Views: 12864 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Summary: Spencer Reid’s life is perfect. That is until he catches the eye of Barry Kryupt, who will do anything to make Spencer his. Can Spencer, Derek, and the BAU protect Spencer from his stalker? Will they be able to find him before it is too late?
A request from littelprincess on fanfiction inspired the idea for this fic.

Barry Kryupt is hiding in a large tree near the home of Spencer Reid and Derek Morgan. Through his long-focus lens, he watches as Spencer eats dinner. *He’s so beautiful. Perfect.* He sneers in disgust and hate at the sight of Agent Morgan beside him, touching his Spencer. *He’s not worthy. I’ll show Spencer, he’ll see. Soon, he will be mine.*
Barry remembers the first time he saw Spencer.
FLASHBACK
Barry is sitting in a coffee shop reading Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein when a man about his age begins walking toward the door with a large coffee cup. The man smiles as he sees the book, their eyes meet and the man says “I love that book.” Barry smiles uncomfortably, mumbling that it is the first time he’s read it. The man’s face lights up and he starts to ramble on and on about the psychology of Victor Frankenstein and of his monster. The man’s hands moved excitedly as he rambles, his face alit with joy and excitement and Barry stares at him in awe. *He’s beautiful. And perfect.* Smiling awkwardly, Barry is speechless. The man cuts off suddenly, looking apologetic. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to talk your ear off. I can’t help myself when it’s a subject I’m passionate about. I’ll just go. Sorry again!” the man murmurs looking chagrinned. Barry’s brain freezes, wanting to talk to the man but only able to watch him hurry away. *I don’t even know his name! How will I find him?* Barry jumps up and runs out, looking frantically for the man on the street but he is nowhere in sight.
One week later:
Barry is despondent. He has gone to the coffee shop every day since their meeting and the man has not been back. How will he find him if he doesn’t come back? Kryupt stares blankly at the news, tears of hopelessness and sorrow trickle down his cheeks. A moment later, his body jumps and he fumbles for the remote. Getting a hold of the remote, his finger stabs at the button. Barry stares at the image frozen on the screen. *It’s him!* His heart soars. He ignores the reporter as his man and another man lead a handcuffed man into a police station. “The search for the serial killer in Dallas is finally at an end. Norm Carter has been arrested for the murders of seven women. The Dallas P.D. credits the FBI’s Behavioral Analysis Unit for their invaluable help in discovering and capturing Carter…” Kryupt stops listening to the reporter, rewinding and playing back the image of his man. Barry quickly grabs his computer and starts researching the BAU. Going through the many stories of the BAU’s cases, he shouts “There! There he is! Dr. Spencer Reid.” Barry has a name, hugging himself joyfully. He says it over and over, loving the taste of the name as it forms on his lips and tongue. Every scrap of information he finds about his Dr. Reid only makes him love the man more. He is smart and brave, compassionate and caring. He is every bit the perfection that Barry had thought him to be.
Three days later:
Barry goes to the coffee shop every day, waiting for Spencer to come back from Dallas. Hope is fluttering in his chest. His leg jiggles nervously as he waits. Barry swears he sees a light surrounding him when Spencer Reid finally enters the coffee shop. His love has returned! Kryupt stares at the beautiful man as he orders seven coffees. When Reid leaves, Barry follows. He watches as his love gets into the passenger side of a black pickup truck. His jealousy flares as he watches Spencer kiss the dark skinned driver before they drive away. *How dare that man kiss my Spencer.* Kryupt runs to his car and follows them to the FBI building. Having to go work, he reluctantly leaves.
It takes three more days before Barry is able to follow Spencer home. The house is in a nice neighborhood, with a fenced in yard and unfortunately a dog. Kryupt cannot get close to the house without the stupid dog barking like crazy but he finds he can get a good view of inside the house from a neighbor’s tall tree. It soon becomes his favorite spot to spy on Spencer.
END OF FLASHBACK
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Penelope Garcia walks into the bullpen brandishing a small bouquet of flowers. Spencer takes no notice, assuming the flowers are for one of the women. “My dear genius,” Pen says happily. Reid startles, seeing that she has stopped in front of his desk. “Whaat?” He looks confused at her, wondering what is going on. “A special someone has sent you flowers!” Garcia is sure the flowers are from her Chocolate God himself. JJ, Emily, and Pen watch as Spencer’s face turns from confused to blushing. He gingerly takes the bouquet; it is beautiful but appears to be an odd mix of flowers. He sets it on his desk, unsure what to do with it. Spencer has never had flowers sent to him before. He stares at them blankly. “Um…should I go thank him?”
Pen looks at him in pity, “You have to read the card first, Sweetie.”
“Oh.” Finally seeing the card, Reid slowly opens it. Expecting sweet and maybe dirty things from Derek, he gapes at the actual words. “Spencer, I’m watching you. XO.” Spencer stares confused at the note. “It’s not from Derek. I don’t know who it is from.”
Garcia grabs the note and reads it. She, too, is shocked by the words. They’re creepy. Flowers are supposed to be romantic; an anonymous person saying they are watching you isn’t romantic. *Who sends beautiful flowers with a creepy note?*
The note is passed to JJ, then Emily. Both women look at each other, then at Reid, concern written on their faces. They both read the threat within the message. Regardless of the intention, whether as a threat or as a romantic gesture, the note is worrying. “Have you gotten any more notes like this, Spencer?” JJ asks.
“No. This is the first.”
“Have you noticed anyone following you? Anyone suspicious hanging around when you’re out?” Emily asks.
“No…” Reid can see where this is going. “You think someone could be stalking me.” It isn’t a question.
Pen looks scared at the grim faces all around her. She doesn’t want it to be true.
A second later, Hotch walks in. Sensing the dark mood over the room, he looks questioningly at his co-workers. “What’s wrong?”
Wordlessly, Prentiss hands over the note.
Aaron frowns. He has flashes of his own stalker, Foyet, a serial killer who had stalked him and his loved ones. He personally knows the damage a stalker can do. He doesn’t want Reid to have to go through what he did. “This came with the flowers?” At Reid’s nod, he asks “Who delivered it?”
“Um…Sir. I did. I mean—I was passing by the front desk and I saw the bouquet. I asked Charlie who it was for and…”
Hotch nods. “We’ll have to ask Charlie who brought it to the front desk. Reid, have you received any other notes?”
“No. This is the first. Maybe it’s just a joke or…” Spencer is hoping it is a joke, anything but a stalker. He knows the stalker stats, of course he does. He knows that men are more likely to be stalked by a stranger or acquaintance than women are. It could be someone he doesn’t even know, making it harder (if the stalker is smart) to find him or her. Reid knows that if he is being stalked, his life is about to be turned upside down. Spying, unwanted gifts, letters, calls, pictures, vandalism, threats, even physical harm to his loved ones or to himself. His mind flies through all the different horrible scenarios: Clooney being killed, his team hurt or killed, Derek being killed, himself being killed. After what had happened to Hotch, Haley, and Jack, they all know what the violent lengths a stalker can go to. Spencer starts to tremble; his life is so good right now. He is happy. For the first time in his life, he’s happy, not just content but happy. Derek makes him unbelievably happy. He doesn’t want to lose that, to lose Derek or Clooney or for Derek to lose him. Without Derek, he has no one. Derek is his world. Hotch at least has Jack, even if he lost Haley. Spencer would have no one. He hugs himself tight, searching for calm and comfort…but it doesn’t help. He is scared and all he wants, all he needs is Derek.
The three profilers are grim as they watch Spencer’s mind work. They all can see he’s terrified of what could happen. Penelope rushes out to find Derek; she knows her genius needs Derek’s arms around him. Less than a minute later, Morgan is being dragged into the room by Garcia. “Pen, what’s going on?” She doesn’t answer, shoving him in front of Reid. The moment he sees his love, he knows something is wrong. “Baby?” he asks softly. Spencer whimpers in response, his arms opening in a plea for comfort. Ignoring the others in the room, Derek pulls Spencer into his arms. He lifts him up bridal style and sits in Spencer’s chair. Derek holds him tight as Spencer buries his face in his neck. “Shh…Baby. I’m here.” He whispers soothing, loving words, trying to calm him down. There must be something seriously wrong for Spencer to act like this, especially in front of the team. When Spencer’s trembling starts to lessen, Derek looks to his co-workers. “What’s going on?”
Hotch lifts up the note, showing it to him. “Spencer got sent flowers today with this note attached.”
Reading it, Derek tightens his hold on Spencer. *Son of a bitch!* He sees the implications, just as the rest of them have. They’ve all studied and worked stalker cases before and know how badly those cases can end. They all know what happened to Hotch and to Haley and what could have happened to Jack. “Until we figure this out, Spencer isn’t going anyway alone.” Derek’s hand runs down Spencer’s back in long, soothing strokes. “What do we know about the flowers?”
“Nothing so far. JJ and Prentiss, go talk to Charlie. Find out how the flowers were delivered and where they were bought. I’ll brief Rossi and Strauss.”
Nodding his thanks, Derek carefully stands up with Spencer still in his arms and goes into his office. He knows once Spencer isn’t so scared, he will be embarrassed at how he acted in front of their co-workers. Derek doesn’t want to let his Pretty Boy go. His boy has been threatened. Spencer is his, his to protect, his to love, only his. Derek is furious that another would dare threaten what is his.
Spencer has gone through too much already. Derek wishes he could protect him from what will come. He may not know the exact stats of stalkers but he knows enough to be worried. Derek can’t lose Spencer and he’ll do everything in his power to prevent Spencer from losing him. Far too many people that Spencer has loved have disappeared and he won’t be one of them.
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An hour later, the BAU meets in the conference room. Spencer’s chair sits very close to Derek’s as he grips his hand tight. Morgan sits strong and tall at his side. More than anything, Spencer wants to crawl into Der’s lap and hide from this. But he can’t. “What have you found out?” Morgan asks in a deep, rough tone. Both Spencer and Derek can see it isn’t good news.
“Not much. The flowers were delivered by Gia’s Flowers,” Prentiss explains.
“The owner, Gia Palfoy, was very cooperative. She opened her records and gave us her security tapes. She even offered to sit with a sketch artist even though she says she doesn’t remember the man well. She’ll see the sketch artist later today. We know a white male, average in looks and height, bought the flowers. He also paid in cash. The man wore a hat and kept his head down; the camera never got a glimpse of his face. I’m sorry, Spence. That’s all we have,” JJ says downheartedly.
They all watch sadly as the hope dies in Spencer’s face. His lip trembles slightly. Seeing it, Derek quickly turns his chair and pulls him into a hug. Spencer clings to him, burying his face into his neck. He breathes deeply, allowing his Der’s familiar scent to comfort and calm him. The rest of the room averts their eyes from the intimate scene, giving the couple at least the illusion of privacy. A few minutes later, Spencer eases back. He has composed himself, “There’s nothing else we can do at this point. I—I just want to get it off my mind.”
Hotch nods carefully, “Why don’t you work in Morgan’s office today, at least until we get a case.”
Everyone stands up, ready to get back to work. JJ and Pen both give Spencer a quick hug before leaving. Rossi firmly claps him on the shoulder, much like a dad would to show his affection, concern, and support. Aaron and Emily both give Spencer a warm and concerned look before they too leave.
With the room finally empty, Spencer throws himself at Derek. He snuggles close as Derek holds him tight. “We’ll get through this, Pretty Boy. I promise. I’ll move heaven and earth to stay by your side,” Derek promises. He soothingly strokes Spencer’s hair and down his back.
“I’m scared, Der.”
“I know, Baby. I know. But you are mine and I’ll protect you, protect us.” He leans back, his hands cupping Spencer’s face. Derek’s fingers wipe away his tears.
Spencer nods, trying to compose himself. They’ll get through this, together.
“I love you.”
Spencer smiles, “I love you too.”
Derek kisses him soft and slow, he feels Spencer melt into him. “Come on, Pretty Boy. Let’s get back to work.”
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