Unsub (Spencer ReidxReader)

18

Police cars and agents were already patrolling the Ohio office you'd be working on for the next few days.

You shifted in the leather seat at the briefing table, familiar and new faces surrounding you.

"Alright so here's what we know." Gideon stood at the front of the room. A white board behind him listing the killings which have already taken place.

"Our unsub targets couples. Man and women specifically. Usually middle aged. No children."

Your eyes drifted over the images of the dead. Innocent woman and men in pools of their own blood, some of them hand in hand.
Blood. You squeezed your eyes shut at the memory of the man you killed. How his blood trickled in the same fashion. And Spencer's blood. Your blood.

"You alright?" Penelope was nudging you.
You nodded sharply but took the opportunity to hold her hand in yours. You squeezed harder at every explanation of each murder. But she let you.

"We know our unsub is male based on strength and size. There are a few surveillance camera tapes where the unsub a can be seen."

Gideon pressed a button on a remote and you watched the tv screen. Blurry flashes of tapes with the killer, in black bead to toe.

"He works quickly which means we'll have to work faster. First matter is finding a pattern. Where does he go to find his targets?"

Emily perks up. "The train station. Every victim was reported gettin off a train within the early morning."

"Exactly." Gideon remarks. We'll need to establish a way to recognize him from a crowd then we can make a capture plan. AJ you'll be in charge of the press conference in half an hour. Penelope I want local orphanage records searched. Our unsub May be lashing at at couple who remind him of his parents, maybe they gave him up. The rest of work on motive and plan of action."

"Yes sir's" echo through the room as everyone begins to disperse.

You follow suit and stand.
"Hey Morgan?" You call out.

"What's up baby girl?" He smiles at you. Ever since things with he who shall be unnamed, Morgan's been extra protective of you. Usually you'd be too stubborn to allow that brotherly affection from anyone, but Morgan was different. He don't pity you like everyone else. He understood.

"Get things started will you? I'm just gonna get some air."

Morgan flashed you a thumbs up before turning away. You walked down the flight of stairs, down to the first level and made your way to the front doors. Just as you reached for the handle, the door swung open.

Your stomach twisted.

"Spencer?"

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Langston Hughes said "Life is for the living. The dead is for the dead. Let life be like music, And death be a note unsaid."

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