when you were taken as a hostage from an unsub. you found were tortured, abused, almost completely dead. a Dr. Spencer Reid found you, he then ended up being the one to interview you, but you didn’t speak

before the UnSub, sure, you were quiet. but now you were completely silent. you didn’t feel like speaking, not anymore

the team looked for weeks for a family member to have you contact, hoping you’d talk to them, but they either dead, dying, or addicts

that’s when spencer let you stay in his apartment for a bit. was it against the rules? technically, but everybody else got to break the rules

spencer easily learned sign language and that’s how he started communicating with you. until today.

today, you were sat on the coach, flipping through spencer’s collections of old books before softly mumbling, “can I read one?”

spencer’s head immediately shot up from whatever he was focused on, frozen in shock. your words weren’t a lot, or extremely substantial, but they were words

“y-yeah, you can read. in fact I can give recommendations if you’d lik-..” spencer cut himself off, not wanting to scare you into silence