Silence in the BAU Office a Spencer Reid love story

Chapter 10 Going home

A/N: The picture above is of the killer. I don't own this picture, I found it on google.

Chapter 10 Going Home

All of us were in the station early the next morning. Garcia had finally found a name. She had also found his reason for killing. Victor Ren, a 25-year-old male with dark long hair and green eyes. His reason was that his brain told him that he was female and his body said another. He failed the psych exam each time, he had gone to the clinic for gender reassignment surgery and was turned away. This had occurred a total of five times.

I was stopping at a coffee shop on my way in, Aaron, Morgan, and Reid with me. The others had gone on to the station. We would be bringing the coffee. "So are you to talking to our unsub again?" Aaron asked.

I put my head back so I was looking at the ceiling, "Not really," I replied. I wasn't exactly a fan of alpha personalities. I now knew why he was killing these girls; they looked like what he would if he had the surgery, he was jealous. I still wasn't sure why they all were computer science majors. Maybe he was too and knew these girls so to make the kill more personal he chose them.

"I know that you don't like being locked in a room with an alpha but we need you to do this. You look like the victims, you have a way in, you just need to push his buttons in the right order," Aaron said.

"Yeah, yeah," I said grabbing the two paper bags of goodies and my coffee while the other three agents grabbed the trays of coffee. I headed back out to the car and climbed into the back. My brother got into the driver's seat and Morgan got in beside him. I held Reid's coffee while he put his seatbelt on.

"Thanks," he muttered as he took his coffee back from me.

"You're welcome," I muttered. I focused on what I was going to do to get this guy to talk. Maybe complete silence while I sat there and ate my breakfast. That was worth a try, patience was my strong suit.

Once at the station I pulled my breakfast bagel out of the paper bag, grabbed the files and my coffee, and went into the interrogation room. "Good luck," Morgan said as I pushed the door open. I nodded. I sat down at the table, setting my coffee down, then the files. I removed my bagel from my mouth. I then pulled out the chair completely ignoring the man in front of me. I opened the files, looking through them again, seeing if there was something that I missed now that I knew why.

After an hour Victor spoke up, "what is this, the silent treatment?" I gave him a brief glance before looking back at the file. I finished chewing my food and swallowed. "You're just like the others, ignoring me. You don't see what or who I truly am!" he said his voice starting to rise.

"Then explain," I said breaking my silence. I turned my full attention to him. He was quite handsome, he had stubble on his cheeks and chin, soft wavy hair, features that were strong and yet soft. He was strongly built, but thin.

"You don't know what it's like to be a prisoner in your own skin, to be in the wrong body."

"No, I don't. The only that I have experienced to relate to what you're feeling is being afraid of the one place I should feel safe," I answered.

"No one understands, they told me that I wasn't mentally healthy enough for the surgery, and I tried everything to get there. Nothing worked, so I decided to do something to get their attention."
"And you thought murder was the best solution? There are thousands of therapies and medication that could have helped you get where you needed to be for the surgery," I said.

"So you don't care that I feel that I'm in the wrong body?"

He seemed shocked that I wasn't bothered, "Not at all." For the next four hours, I talked to him and got his confession. I told him I would set him up with someone that could help him. He thanked me before the cops dragged him back to his cell. I stepped out of the room to be met with the rest of the team.

"You know that you didn't have to do that?" Morgan asked.

"I know, but he deserves to be helped," I said heading for the bathroom. I hadn't peed since six this morning and it was almost three in the afternoon. In a few hours, we would be going home and I had to put in a phone call. I had a few friends in the therapy field that worked in the prisons. I was glad to be going home, even though for the moment I was staying with my brother while I looked for a place. My nephew Jack loved having me over. I read to him every night and played all kinds of games, baked cookies. I smiled at the thought. Since tomorrow was Saturday I would be home hunting, houses, and apartments.