Chasing Happiness (Criminal Minds: Spencer Reid Fanfic)

Part 2

I sit in the staffroom my arms around a traumatized Maggie as she cries into my shoulder. We sit there for about 20 minutes before the door opens and two detectives walk in. They introduce themselves as Detective White, A tall, intimidating man, his cold, blue eyes give nothing away. His short grey hair matching his grey toned suit. As well as Detective Glenn, he looks a lot friendlier than his partner, his reassuring smile reaching his eyes. He's dressed smartly in a black suit and his dark blond hair styled to frame his round face. They tell us that they have come to take our statements. 

Maggie stays in the staffroom with the friendly Detective Glenn to give hers, while I go to my classroom to give mine with Detective White. He sits on the student desk which is directly across from my desk and takes out a little black notepad. The notepad has a black pen attached by an elastic strap which Detective White pulls out of the strap and flips the notepad open to begin his questioning "So you were in this room when you heard Ms. Trainer scream?" The detective's voice is deep but his tone is dead, it will be hard to get a reading from this guy.

I sit on my squeaky chair with my hands clasped together as I stare as his pen moving, "Yeah, as soon as I heard the scream I ran towards it and saw Maggie in tears pointing into her class. So I asked her what was wrong." I recite the events, my eyes follow Detective White's pens movements as he plots down what I say.

"And what did Ms. Trainer say?" asks Detective White without looking away from the notepad. His tone blunt, he really didn't give anything away about what he was thinking. I guess that's a good quality for a detective.

"Nothing," I say, remembering the events, "She just pointed into her class."

"At which point you looked into the classroom?" The detective looks up from his notepad, waiting for my answer.

"Yes."

My answer must be too short for the detective. "And what did you see?" he asks, his eyebrows raised. I suspect he was expecting more from me.

"I saw Lucy, she was just lying there." I remember as images of her body flashes into my mind I shut my eyes and squeeze at my hands tighter as I fight back the memories.

"And then what happened?"

Detective White's questions begin to annoy me, like he wanted me to say who the killer was just from seeing Lucy. "I sent Maggie to call the police and I stayed with Lucy to make sure no one contaminated the crime scene." I look at the detectives face as he goes back to his little notepad and writes down everything I say.

"Why did you want to stay with the body?"

The question takes me by surprise. "I... I didn't want to, but I knew someone had to and I didn't think Maggie was in any fit state to stay there." I explain as I try not to sound flustered.

His head once again rises from the notepad to look at me his expression stern and questioning. "Oh, and you were in a fit state to stay with the dead body of a young girl, who, if I have my facts right, attends one of your phycology classes. Is that right?" The detective questions, his voice now sounding judgmental. What was he trying to get at?

"Yes she attends my classes and no I wasn't entirely fit to watch the body, but it isn't the worst sight I've ever seen" I spit out. The comment catches the detective's attention as he tilts his head slightly and looks at my face even closer, studying me, making me feel self-conscious, like I have done something wrong.

"Oh?" The detective looks at me with a look that could cut through you. "And what is the worst sight you've ever seen?"

"Well the sights I see on a night out can be pretty bad" I fake a laugh trying to take attention away from my reckless comment and lighten the mood. I didn't know what to say. But I can see from the expression on the detectives face that he isn't amused. "Look" I sigh, as I catch my hair to tuck it behind my ears in order look at the detective in the eyes "I'm trained to be an FBI agent so I know how to handle my emotions, more so than Maggie would be able to. She's a mother of four who teaches Art, the worst sight she's ever seen would be changing her kids nappy, sorry dipper here in America" I rant, my voice growing louder as I hope he believes my story and doesn't dig anymore so I'm not forced to relive the rest of my story.

"If you're trained to be an FBI agent, how come you're giving lecturers in a universality?" He fights back, pissing me off even more than I already was at him.

"Well I have bills to pay so I take what I can get" I try to sound more in command than I really was so that he would stop asking so many questions, "now can I go please? I have to meet the BAU agents who are coming to help investigate the murders" I explain as I stand up, my chair giving out another squeak as I stand.

"Why are you meeting them? Shouldn't the head of the university be meeting them?" He asks spitefully

"Well yeah she should be but as you can imagine the campus has been getting bombarded with calls and since I have FBI training she asked if I would work alongside them and keep her informed"

"Fine" Detective White spits out. "but I might be wanting to speak with you again so don't go too far" I'm warned

"Oh, well I better cancel the flights to Spin then" I say sarcastically in a last attempt to lighten the mood. The detective doesn't say anything he just gives me a look of disapproval before he gestures me to leave the class. Which I gladly do, I know he was only doing his job, but he was getting on my nerves and I just wanted to get out of there. I needed a reassuring face right now, and I'm about to meet one for the first time in a long time.