Ambulance Adoption
your writing is super lovely (: Hoping you could do a reidxreader where reid meets the reader in the hospital where she’s a med student in during a case and she’s playing cards with one of the children they’ve saved to help him relax because the kid is scared and the BAU can’t get in contact with his family? and he asks her out after the case? thx!
can you make an imagine where Reid and the reader are dating and they are trying to find missing children with the rest of the team and when they rescue them, all of the children have parents and families to go back home to, except a 1 year old baby girl and they decide to adopt her?
I can do this! I’m gonna combine the basics of two prompts, so I hope these two nonniepots still enjoy the story! Here is your one-shot, comin’ ‘atcha!
The entire team was trying to coax this crying girl out of the ambulance, and not a single one of them could get the cowering girl to take a step.
“Hotch…we can’t scare her any more than she’s already scared,” Reid says.
“She needs to see a doctor,” Hotch urges, turning his gaze to Reid as J.J. steps back up to the plate.
“Come here, sweetheart, you’re safe…I promise,” she says, holding out her hand.
But all the girl did was back further into the corner and whimper.
Walking out to the ambulance dock, you part the sea of worried eyes as you smile kindly, sitting on the edge of the ambulance as you open up a bag of chips.
“No luck on getting in touch with her family,” Morgan says breathlessly as he puts his hand on Prentiss’ shoulder.
“What’s goin’ on?” he asks.
“One of the kids won’t come out of the ambulance,” she murmurs.
“Poor girl is probably petrified,” he offers.
Munching loudly on a chip, you turn your gaze towards the girl as her eyes adhere to the food in your hand.
“You know, on the kid’s wing it’s pizza night tonight,” you say.
Munching on another chip, you turn your gaze back to the girl as you lick your fingers.
“Do you like pizza?” you ask.
Watching as she nods slowly, you smile as you nod along with her.
“Me, too,” you lull as you dig around for another chip.
“Could…could I have one?” the little girl asks.
“Of course!” you say, holding the bag out as the team looks upon you with wonder and anxiousness.
Watching as the little girl slowly crawls out of the corner, she sticks her bruised little hand into the bag as you smile kindly at her, trying to keep the tears at bay.
“What’s your favorite kind of pizza?” you ask.
“Cheese,” she says, chomping on the chip as she thrusts her hand back into the bag.
“Mmmm, lots of cheese?” you smile.
“Mhm,” the girl says, grabbing for yet another chip as she crunches down on her mouthful.
“I bet I could snag us a whole cheese pizza for ourselves,” you whisper to her as you lean in close, a smile creeping across her face as Reid begins to smile along with you.
“But…if we’re gonna have pizza, we gotta make sure your little tummy can handle it,” you say, reaching your finger out and rubbing the little girl’s distended stomach under her shirt.
You watched her face fall as her eyes darted to all of the people behind you.
“It’ll just be me,” you say as you rub her back, “I’ll pick you up, take you in, do all of the looking myself,” you coo.
“Promise?” she asks, looking up at you with big brown eyes as they begin to water.
“Promise,” you say, choking on your own tears as she wraps her arms tightly around your neck.
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“Any luck with her family?” Hotch asks, his eyes hooked on you and the little girl in her hospital room as the two of you munch on some pizza.
“Hotch, I don’t know about you…but I’m starting to think that the reason why this girl was never reported missing was because someone didn’t care,” Morgan says, crossing his arms in front of his chest as they watch you bring out a deck of cards from under your white coat.
“How’s she doing?” Reid asks, his hands in his pockets as he appears on the other side of Hotch.
“Besides the bruising, starvation, and mild dehydration, I’d say the girl’s in pretty high spirits,” Hotch breathes, running his hand through his hair as he darts his eyes over to Morgan.
“We’ve waited long enough, we need to get child services involved,” he says.
“On it,” Morgan says, backtracking down the hallway as he begins to pull his phone from his pocket.
But inside the room, the two of you were in your own little world.
“Do you know how to play cards?” you ask, pulling them from the little box as the girl nods his head.
“Wanna play?” you ask, shuffling them as the girl smiles.
Watching her nod, you begin to deal out a hand of seven cards each, scattering the rest in the middle of the little table as she begins to giggle.
Gathering up your cards as you watch her fan hers out in her bruised little hands, you swallow hard to bury your tears as you peer at her from behind your hand.
“Got any seven’s?” you ask, wiggling your eyebrows as she giggles again.
“Nope,” she says, shaking her head as you playfully squint your eyes.
“Go fish!” she calls out, laughing as you sigh obnoxiously and take a card.
“Got any…two’s?” the girl asks as you look down at your hand.
“You peekin?” you ask, quirking your eyebrow in the air as the girl begins to giggle again.
“Here,” you say, handing her your two of spades as she puts the pair of cards in front of her.
“How about…an ace?” she asks.
“Not a single one,” you say, leaning forward and smiling as she reaches for her slice of pizza.
“Do you have a name?” you finally ask her.
Watching her nod her head as she chews, Spencer has moved from the window to the door-frame, looking on at the mesmerizing spectacle with a large grin on his face.
“What’s yours?” she shoots back.
“No…” she says, shaking her head, “your real name.”
“Y/N,” you coo, reaching over to brush her hair out of her eyes.
“Now,” you ask, pulling your hand back, “what’s yours?”
Watching as she darts her eyes around, you put your cards down and lay your hand out, watching her as she puts her hand within yours.
“You’re safe now,” you reassure her.
“He wouldn’t let us use our names,” she admits.
Now Spencer was listening more intently, his hands unfolding and hanging at his sides.
“Well, he’s not here anymore,” you stress.
Watching her lean forward, as if to tell you a secret, she re-situates herself as she looks around one more time.
“Brie…” you trail off, your hand raising up to cup the little girl’s cheek, “that’s a very pretty name.”
“A pretty name for a pretty girl,” Spencer says.
Jumping as you whip your head around, your wide eyes take stock of the man before you, his long hair in his eyes as his long legs hold up a broad frame, his suit coat hanging off of his broad shoulders as his eyes glitter with his smile.
“I’m Spencer,” he says, waving his hand lightly in the air.
Feeling the heavy silence fall upon the room, you turn your head back to Brie as her eyes unlock from the agent, turning towards the pizza as her hand digs around for the pizza box.
“Want some?” she asks, holding up a slice as your eyebrows hike up on your face.
Turning around, you see the vivid shock on Spencer’s face as his eyes flicker over to you, almost as if asking you permission to come sit.
“Well?” you ask, nodding your head towards the outstretched slice.
“I would love some,” he says, making his way over as he sits on the edge of the bed, taking the slice from her as he takes a big bite.
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Hours blended into days, and soon you were coming upon your fourth day in the hospital, not wanting to leave the little girl’s side, especially now that things with child services had gotten complicated.
Brie had taken to Spencer a lot better than you would have imagined. She wouldn’t let any of the other agents, man or woman, come near her…but you and Spencer were exceptions.
The two of you were…safe to her.
“The problem is she has no family. It’s not that she has family that doesn’t want her…but her situation was different,” the woman says.
Once you had coaxed her name out of her, it was simple enough…with her DNA…to track down who her family was.
And the only family to speak of had died in the home invasion that resulted in her kidnapping in the first place.
“So what happens to her now?” J.J. asks.
“Well, she’ll stay here, on the state’s dime, until the doctor’s discharge her. Then…well…she’ll go into the system.”
The team felt awful. All of the other children that had been saved had gone home with family, and here was this little girl, asking why her parent’s hadn’t turned up yet.
“There’s no one?” Prentiss pipes up, “No grandparents or uncles or even grown cousins?”
“This family comes from a long line of only children. Trust me, if there was someone I would find them,” the woman says, her heart breaking in her eyes as she peers through the window at the three of you reading a book.
Spencer and you were perched on either end of Brie, holding the sides of a book while she reads the words aloud, slowly but surely, as your finger follows the words and Spencer coaches through the harder sounds.
“…but the woman saw the…lonely?…”
Looking up at Spencer for reassurance, he nods his head and smiles, a grin encompassing her face as she looks back down at her book.
“…the lonely cat…and…de-…dek-”
“In this word,” he says as he points, “the ‘c’ makes an ‘s’ sound.”
Giggling as Brie crinkles her nose, she giggles and shakes her head.
You and Spencer giggled along with her respectively.
“…the lonely cat and decided to keep her,” she finishes.
“Good job!” Spencer praises, wrapping his arm around her and pulling her close.
The entire scenario made the team smile as Rossi appears out of nowhere.
“If only one of them could take her home…” he trails off.
And that’s when the woman had an idea.
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“You want us to what?” Spencer breathes.
Folding your arms across your chest as you listen to the woman explain the girls’ situation, you finally allow the tears that had been brewing over the past four days to finally spill over onto your cheeks.
“Look, this girl has taken to no one else but the two of you. If we take her to a home, there’s a high chance she’ll have an outburst, and she’ll be right back in the hospital because she’s gonna hurt someone…maybe even herself,” the woman reasons.
“But we aren’t talking about fostering a child,” Spencer says as he wraps his arm around your shoulders absent-mindlessly, “you’re talking about adoption. About actually becoming this girl’s parent.”
“It’s just an option we have,” the woman says as she holds her hands up in mock surrender,” you don’t have to do it. Either of you,” she says as her gaze moves over towards yours.
You were trying to avoid her altogether as your eyes pan back into the room with Brie, her chest rising and falling as she sleeps soundly.
“Dr. Reid,” she begins again, “you’re an incredibly smart man. You know the statistics of her getting adopted if she goes into the system.”
You feel the tears continuing to pour down your cheeks as you draw in a deep breath through your nose and part your lips.
“I’ll do it,” you breathe.
“What?” Spencer asks, unraveling his arm from you as you slowly pan your gaze back to the woman.
“I’ll adopt her,” you say with more strength.
“Are you sure about this?” he asks, taking your shoulders and turning your body towards his.
The entire team was looking upon the three of you in utter confusion.
“Look. I’m a single woman in her mid-30s with absolutely no dating prospects because I’m a workaholic,” you begin, “and maybe a single-parent home isn’t the best home, but it’s better than what’s she’s got going for her, and…and, well…she’s taken to me, you know? How can I just…send her away, Spencer? How can I do that?”
Now your chest was hicupping with your sobs and he pulls you into his chest.
“How can I turn her away?” you whisper.
Feeling him rub your back with his strong hand, you sniffle and pull away, wiping at your tears as you turn your head back to the woman, a hesitant smile gracing her cheeks.
“I’ve got the paperwork here?” she asks, more of a question than a declaration as her fingers play along a packet of papers.
“Give ‘em to me,” you say, holding out your hand as her smile grows.
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Sitting Brie up on the counter of the nurse’s station as you fill out the last bit of paperwork you would need to, you look up towards her smiling face as she clutches onto a bear that Spencer had brought her yesterday.
“So, I’m going home with you?” she asks.
“Yep,” you say, smiling as you finish submitting your paperwork for vacation.
“And it’s gonna be forever?” she asks again.
“Yep,” you say, smiling wide at her as she smiles back.
“Are you gonna be my mommy?” she asks as you finish signing the last signature you would need to for a while.
“Yes, but you don’t have to call me that if you don’t want to,” you coo, rubbing her knee lightly as she wraps her small arms around your neck.
“I wanna,” she says, squeezing you tight as you fight your own tears of joy.
“Alright Dr. Y/L/N, you’re all set. Two months of vacation followed by a 6 month sabbatical,” the woman beams.
“Alright. Let the chief of medicine know that in a few weeks he’ll have the research I’ll be working on, and after my sabbatical I’ll have a decision as to whether I’ll come back full-time or part-time,” you say as you help Brie down from the counter.
“Wonderful! I’ll pass on the message.”
“Ready to go home?” you ask, holding out your hand as Brie slips hers into yours.
Turning your head as you watch Spencer barrel down the hallway, Brie lets go of you and takes off, her arms outstretched as Spencer picks her up and swings her around.
“Hey there, pretty girl,” he says, kissing the top of her head as he holds her on his hip, “I have some news for mommy,” he says, looking over at you as you cover your hand with your mouth.
“You remember that question you asked me a couple of days ago?” Spencer asks as he walks towards you.
Nodding your head as tears spring to your eyes, you watch Spencer’s eyes water as well as Brie hugs his neck tight.
“I know I was hesitant before, but…I was hoping that it wasn’t too late,” he chokes out.
Closing your eyes as you cover your face with your hands, you sniffle as you peek out through your fingers.
“I know this is weird. I mean, 10 days ago we were desperate to coax this little one out of an ambulance and were total strangers and now…now she’s going home with a mommy and-”
“-and a daddy?” Brie asks, her eyes big as Spencer turns his attention towards her.
“Yeah,” he says, nodding his head, “and a daddy.”
“You’re gonna be my daddy!?” she squeals, throwing her arms around Spencer as she begins to cry into his shoulder.
“You’re gonna be my daddy,” she sobs, her shoulders heaving as you barrel towards the two of them, wrapping your arms around Spencer’s waist as you bury your face into his chest.
“You signed the papers,” you breathe.
“I signed the papers,” he murmurs, running his hand through your hair as Brie scrambles down from his side.
Feeling her take your hand, you wipe away your tears and turn around, her little hand reaching out to take Spencer’s as the two of you walk hand-in-hand at her side.
“Can we go get some cheese pizza, mommy?” she asks, looking up at you as you chuckle, watching Spencer hold the door open for the two new women in his life.
“Yes, daughter,” you enunciate, squeezing her hand lightly as you smile down at her, “we can most certainly go get cheese pizza.”
“And maybe after the pizza,” Spencer grunts as he picks her up and tosses her in the air, her giggles ringing out as the three of you make way for your car, “we could get milkshakes.”
“Milkshakes!” Brie shrieks, sitting on Spencer’s shoulders as he holds her steady with his large hands.
“Milkshakes!” Spencer calls out, running down the sidewalk with her as her long hair bellows in the wind.
This is what perfection felt like.
And you couldn’t wait to get home.