This is going to be long because I am in love with this ask. This was super fun to write! Also, all prisoners in states where marijuana is legal should be released from prison if they committed non-violent drug offenses with marijuana. Edited by @mystic-writes
"What are you thinking about?" Spencer asks you, looking up from your bare chest. He presses a kiss to it, and you sigh, contentedly.
"Just thinking about how we met," you respond. Spencer smiles and kisses you, his stubble brushing against your cheek as he does.
You're sitting in your cell reading when the door is opened, and the guards escort in a prisoner you've never seen before.
"Hey. [L/N]. Got your new cellmate," one of the guards says, unlocking the man's manacles. As much as they have it out for you, you couldn't give two shits about them. You have other ways to get by that don't involve the guards.
They push the man into the cell and you have to drop the book so you don’t get a lapful of cellmate. He holds the man by the shoulders and stands up, putting him on the bed as the guards scoff and close the cell door.
You sigh and sit down next to the man, and ask, "Hey, you okay?"
"Yeah. Yeah I'm fine," he says and you nod.
"What's your name?" you ask, rubbing a hand over the tattoos on your right arm.
"Spencer. Reid," he replies. "What's yours?"
Spencer nods. "Why are you being so nice to me?" he asks suddenly.
You shrug. "I don't need to push you around to feel superior," you reply, before leaning in and placing a hand on Spencer's chin, whispering, "And you, Spencer Reid, are the most attractive man I have ever met."
Spencer's eyes go wide, but he doesn't pull away, and you realize he must find you attractive too.
Spencer chuckles. "You scared the shit out of me," he says, and you laugh, kissing him.
"I don't scare you now, do I?" you ask, and Spencer shakes his head.
"No. You could never scare me…"
You look over at the door and see your son, Peter, standing there, waiting for permission. You pat the bed next to you, and Peter grins, running and jumping onto the bed, landing in between you and Spencer. When he lands, his elbow connects with your groin and you let out an "OOF" as pain radiates up your stomach and back, and down your legs.
"Sorry, daddy!" Peter yells and Spencer laughs loudly, kissing his adopted son on his forehead.
"It's okay," you say, breathlessly, closing your eyes and willing the pain away.
"Papa! Papa!" Peter says, turning to Spencer. "Guess what!"
"What, Pete?" Spencer asks, waiting for the four year old to continue.
"Today, at school, we got to learn about animals!" Peter exclaims and you kiss the back of his head. "And we learned all about mammals and I talked about how my Papa knows all about every animal and how he told me all about mammals and one called the elephant and-"
"Oh, buddy that's great," you say, cutting your son off. You love to listen to him ramble, but you're out of time. "Why don't you and Spencer have a fun day at the park? I have to go to work," you say.
"Daddy! But I want to go with you! You said I could go to work with you next time!" Peter whines and you sigh, pulling your baby onto your lap and kissing his temple.
"Alright. We can go to my work together. But, you have to promise to me you'll be good," you say and Peter nods, grinning.
"Thank you, daddy!" he exclaims and jumps off the bed, running out of the room.
You sigh with a smile and Spencer gathers you into his arms. "You sure you'll be okay without me?"
You nod and kiss him. "Yeah. The guys all love him, and they're all extremely gentle with him. If there's a problem, I'm sure one of them will make sure he has anything he needs," you say.
Spencer nods. "You're a good man."
You roll your eyes, but kiss him again, smiling as Spencer opens his mouth, his stubble catching on your lip every now and again.
"Ew! Kissing!" you hear Peter say from the doorway and you and Spencer both laugh.
"Hey boss!" Greg says from behind the register. He's a tall, white man with a shaved head and blue eyes that when focused on someone in anger, could kill. You see him smile more than stare nowadays.
You nod at Greg and go into the back room, leading Peter by the hand as Greg greets your son. "Hey!" Peter says with a grin and a wave.
Greg chuckles as he finishes counting at the register, and you and your son go into the back room.
You see Darren sitting at the small kitchen table, his large, dark frame standing out starkly against the white of the small kitchen.
"Hey," he says, his deep voice echoing in the almost empty room. Peter just grins and waves at him. Darren smiles when he waves and gets up off the chair and kneels in front of Peter. "Want to see something?"
Peter nods and Darren rolls up his shirt sleeve, revealing a new tattoo of a dandelion. Peter gasps. "Is that a dandy-lion!" he exclaims and Darren nods, smiling. Peter wraps his arms around the large man's neck and pulls him into a hug.
"[Y/N]?" you hear someone say behind you. Your smile drops as you see a gun pointed at you. "Put your hands up. FBI."
You sigh as you sit in the interrogation room, your head on the cool metal table. "Please let me see my son! He's probably scared!" you call out into the empty room, knowing they can hear you. You've done this before.
The door opens and a man and a woman step in. The man is handsome, tall, with pale skin and black hair. The woman next to him is also tall, with dark skin and brown, wavy hair that comes to her chin.
"Do you know why you're here, [Y/N]?" the woman asks, sitting down in front of you.
"No, I don't, actually," you spit.
“You only have ex-cons under your employ. WHy is that?” The man asks.
“Because they were all charged with non-violent drug offenses, and because of that no one will hire them even though they didn’t hurt anyone,” you explain.
Outside of the interrogation rooms, Spencer runs into the precinct, hair all over the place. "What's going on?" Spencer asks Emily, who's standing, waiting for him.
"We detained a suspect earlier today, and he had a kid with him. He won't talk to anyone and I'm hoping you and I can get through to him," Emily says.
Spencer nods and let's her lead him down to the interrogation rooms, where he sees Luke and JJ frowning at the monitor.
Emily walks into the room, and Spencer follows after her.
"Papa? What's going on?" Peter says from.his chair. He gets up and runs over to Spencer, throwing his arms around his Papa's legs. "Daddy says you only curse when something's wrong. What's happening?"
"Papa?" Emily asks, but Spencer ignores her.
"Yeah, Pete. Something is wrong," Spencer says, glaring at Emily. He gets down in front of his son and kisses his forehead. "They think Daddy's done something bad. They think he hurt people."
"What? But, Daddy would never hurt anyone!" Peter cries out, burying his head in Spencer's shoulder and crying.
"Spencer what's going on?" Emily asks as he picks the boy up.
"What has [Y/N] told you?" Spencer asks, soothing his son with a hand up and down his back.
"He said that he was with his boyfriend at the time of the murders, but we haven't seen anything about a boyfriend," Emily says.
"That's because I'm his boyfriend," Spencer says, and Emily gasps. "And I know how to stay off Garcia's radar."
"But-but he's an ex-con!" Emily shouts.
"So am I! Or did you forget that? I may not have been found guilty, but I still went to prison! It's where I met [Y/N]," Spencer explains, anger in his voice. "It's where we fell in love…"
Emily gasps again but Spencer just rolls his eyes, exiting the room with Peter on his shoulder, and goes into the other interrogation room that has you in it.
"Alright, that's enough," Spencer says, and your head shoots up, and your eyes lock on his. You go to get up, but your hands are still chained to the desk, and you are forced back into your seat. "[Y/N] didn't do this."
"What? But, he's lying!" Simmons says but Spencer shakes his head.
"He's not. I'm his boyfriend. I can vouch for his whereabouts at the times of all the murders," Spencer says, walking over to you. He kneels down and Peter throws himself into your lap.
"Daddy! Papa said these scary people think you hurt someone! But, I told him you wouldn't!" Peter says.
You smile sadly and kiss your son's cheeks, kissing away his tears. "Papa is very smart. You must get that from him," you say, looking up at Spencer, who still looks angry at who you presume are his colleagues, but smiles lovingly at you.
You know he's going to have to explain everything, but for now, you're happy he's here, with you.
