☆| both arms cradle you now.
"You're okay, I've got you, you're safe. You're okay." Spencer tucked you in his arms, rocking you back and forth as your sobbed and sobbed into the front of his dirty jumper.
Your tiny fingers hooked onto the front of his blazer. Face red and blotchy. Breath sharp and too fast for your little lungs. It was like you'd come out of a horrid nightmare, but this was no nightmare, this was real and so much worse.
Mr scratch stooped low, trying all that he could do target the bau, to ruin the agents, to mess with their heads so fear and violence could prevail. But a child? Kidnapping and hurting an innocent toddler for the sakes of getting to Spencer? It was disgusting, sickening, vomit inducing, but that was the whole definition of the man, no?
The night prevailed, dark and taunting, like an inky abyss longing to swallow all light and good. Wind swept Spencer's hair as he held his sleeping sister in his arms. Her face so soft and innocence, rid of fear and pain. And no matter how the trees swished in an eery dance, begging him to follow them into a suffocation of life, he reminded himself that you were here and safe, that it was all over.
"Spence." JJ mutters softly, her words lost to the wind, as if not to startle their youngest agent. When he turns, his normaly placid face broken with a sense of fear and relief, she continues. "We need to go, the others are waiting in the car."
"Right, right yeah." Spencer muttered, scrambling his brain back into one peice. His gun and badge were pressed into the grass, his bag long discarded. He needed to pick them up, but you were curled in his arms, so warm and soft, and safe.
"Let me take her." JJ suggests softly and reid only gave slight hesitation before handing your warm body over to her and she cradled you just how she did Henry when he woke scared and confused.
You didn't stir once.
Spencer gathers his things, his knees cracking in protest as he leant down. He'd run too fast, fallen too hard, taken too many hits. But he'd got you, saved you, that was all matters. He couldn't save his mother, so he'd save his sister with all that he could.
Back in the car Morgan drove, Hotch in the passenger, Emily and JJ either side of Spencer in the middle. Rossi had been unable to come, the man too far away on his annual leave. It was quiet but not uncomfortable. The steady bumps of the road and your soft breaths like soothing gel to their minds. They'd all been scared for you, you may be spencer's three year old sister but you were as much part of the bau family as anyone.
You wake with a start. Your eyes opening wide and a small grumble leaving your lips. Spencer could see the tears forming in your eyes, your poor self already scared and confused. But who could blame you? Trauma did strange things to the mind of adults, let alone children.
"Shh, you're okay." Spencer mumbles, looking far older than the youngest fbi member should. You soothe, shifting your face to nuzzle into his hands and Spencer brings you to his chest, dark eyes tilted towards and eyebrows pinched in concern. Not happy and soft and awkward like he usually was
"You're okay." He mumbles again as Emily glances over in concern, her hand ghosting over your tiny one that stuck out from spencer's arm. so small, so fragile.
Both arms cradle you now.