Fandom: Criminal Minds/Buffy
Disclaimer: Don't own any of it, woe is me.
A.N. Sorry this took so long, i'll try and be better.
Spencer curled up in the comfortable seat of the Lear jet. Willow had told him about Sunnydale Syndrome once, the ability of people in general and officials in particular to be able to just blank out supernatural happenings but Spencer had never appreciated how much it could effect people. Within hours of the attack, the serial murders had been quietly buried and their team had been recalled back to DC. It was such a flurry of paperwork and apologies that the team hadn’t even had time to speak to Spencer, but now in the privacy of the plane he could almost feel the questions building. Willow and the Slayers had done much to improve his self esteem but at times like this it wasn’t at all unusual for the awkward shyness of his youth to return full force.
Even as his mind whirled with questions Derek worried over Reid, the younger man had curled up in a chair, arms wrapped around himself, head tucked into his chest. Derek slipped into the seat next to Reid, resting his hand on his shoulder.
Spencer sat still as Derek rested his hand on his shoulder, he closed his eyes for a moment, soaking up the warmth and comfort and letting himself believe, if only for a moment that the gesture was offered not out of friendship but out of something else. He smiled thankfully at Derek and turned towards the rest of the team.
“You have questions.” He stated. Hearing Reid's voice, Gideon stopped analyzing the team's reactions and shifted his focus onto Spencer. He cocked his head and looked straight at Reid.
“It’s all real.” Reid nodded sadly.
“Yes.” Elle narrowed her eyes at Reid.
“How did you find out about all this?” Spencer smiled softly, remembering.
“While I was exploring options for my thesis I considered an investigation into the adoption of mythology into fringe cultures, mystics, demonologists, vampire cults. So I began investigating the mythology myself, I was frequenting occult stores and bookshops, until I raised the attention of the wrong person. He was a sorcerer who was looking for people to help research a ritual, I thought it would be a good way to become a part of, to be accepted in the community, it wasn’t until after I had agreed that I realized he wouldn’t be letting me go afterward. That was when I first realized the truth in the ‘mythology’, I wasn’t tied up, or restrained in any physical way but the moment I walked out of the door, my throat closed and I couldn’t breathe. ‘When you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth’, I couldn’t imagine of any other possibility and what remained was a magic, I worked through the material as slowly as I could, hoping I could find a way to break the spell but I couldn’t. I needn’t have worried though; it seems that the sorcerer had approached a few people who declined his offer, one of whom happened to provide information to the Slayers. The ritual would have brought a high level demon onto this plane, so the Slayers tracked the sorcerer down and found me. After that I helped them as much as I was able to, research mostly until I moved to the BAU.” Elle narrowed her eyes at him.
“Why not tell the world? Let everyone know what is out there and how to protect themselves from it. Why should you hide it?” Reid opened his mouth to respond but Gideon spoke first.
“They would panic, they know, without a shadow of a doubt that the supernatural does not exist, if you suddenly change such a fundamental belief, people will panic.” Reid nodded.
“It’s more then that though,” He turned to Elle. “If say, you had a fight with Willow, who you know is a witch and then you crashed your car, would you suspect a spell?” Understanding dawned on Elle’s face.
“People would suspect witches of everything.” Reid nodded.
“And people will want to be witches or want to exploit their power. The chances of a witch becoming addicted to their powers are great, as are the chances of them becoming involved in Black magic. A powerful witch who does not properly appreciate their power and responsibility could destroy the world. We make sure that doesn’t happen, but there are only so many of us, what would happen if everyone started learning?”
The plane became quiet soon after that, the team having had their questions answered subsided into silence to digest their new knowledge.