⚠ Warning: Swearing, blood, death, gore, unhealthy obsessions, toxic relationship
A/N: This character comes from the show: Criminal Minds.
A/N 2: This partly based on the shows Dexter and Sherlock BBC
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<<<(Spencers P.O.V)>>>
My mouth fell open from shock. On his naked chest a gigantic tattoo of my name was visible. At least part of my name.
Spencer L/n
My head could hardly process what was happening here. I was pulled back to reality when I heard my mother cry on the other side of the line. It made me realize he never hang up and his henchman was still holding her.
Before I could say anything he threw the pocket knife he's been playing with the whole time before me on the ground. "Pick it up." He simply said. With some hesitation I picked the knife up, never breaking eye contact.
"Carve my name in your arm, darling."
What?
He must have seen my confused face, because he starting to laughing. "Let's make our marriage official." My hands were shaking like a leaf. I didn't know if I could do this.
"Tick tok, darling. Do what I say and I set your mommy dear free."
I let out a fearful cry. I had no idea how to get out of this. JJ tried to get to me, but L/n shot a few inches away from her. A warning shot to stay away from me.
My breath hitched when I put the knife on my flesh. Hot tears ran down my face while the knife dived through my arm like it was butter. It hurts so badly. I didn't even notice that L/n moved behind me, until I felt something hard pocking me against my ass. That made me almost puke.
That sick bastard was getting off from my pain, from my suffering. I could feel him breathing in my neck. He was absolutely turned on. "Look what you do to me baby boy." I tried to ignore him while I continued to cut myself.
Y/n L/n
I read after I was finally finished. "Beautiful." He breathed out. I couldn't feel my arm anymore from the pain. With a desperate look, I begged him to let my mother go.
"P-please, I did what you asked."
He stared with pure lust at the cut. "One last thing darling." He hummed carelessly and took a iron stick with a M on it, which has been sticking out from the fireplace. Within seconds the stick was pressed against my stomach, burning a deep M straight through my clothes in my skin.
I let out a horrifying scream from the sudden pain and sank down on the floor. "You are mine Spencie." L/n whispered in my ear. "Anyone who looks at you in the wrong way is a deadman."
I hardly heard the threat, I was numb from the pain. I curled up in a ball trying to keep breathing. It felt like my entire body was on fire. I could feel L/n's pleased eyes drill a hole in my skull. He slowly went to grab his phone from his pocket. Thankfully he's at least a man of his word.
"Hello darling? You still there."
"Yes boss." A grumpy male voice said from the other side. "Let mommy dear go, Spencer has been a good boy." L/n grinned. It did him nothing that my blood was leaking all over the floor. I had to do anything in my power to keep me from fainting.
"Aw... I never get to have any fun. We had a deal Master M, I get to kill someone today." The hitman sounded genuinely upset.
"Oh don't worry darling, you do. Peter, 12 years old, lives on Columbus Ave in New York. Make sure to send his head to the FBI, with a little thank you card from me."
"Aye boss." And the man hang up. I saw from the corner of my eye all my colleague panicking. I know we had to save this boy, but all I could think about was L/n.
"W-why?" I whimpered while my blood dripped on the ground.
"You wondered what M stood for. It has many meanings, Mystery, Mastermind, Magnificent..."
"Madman." I interrupted him with a hiss. It didn't matter to him, he only started to giggle. "Why, thank you." He batted his eyelashes while he put his hand on his heart. He gave me wink.
"The truth is, I'm your Moriarty." What is that suppose to mean?
"And you are Sherlock, Spencie dear. We are meant for each other."
<<<(Y/n's P.O.V)>>>
I love this feeling. I can practically smell their fear. Spencer now wears the M mark. This automatically means he's mine and I know the other cops know this too.
"Don't be mad at me Spencie boy. We would be so good together."
"Get away from me you sick bastard." He hissed with the little strength he had left. Spencer basically crawled to JJ, making me clench my fist.
He's mine.
Why is JJ touching him?
Before I knew it my gun was pressed against her head. "Don't touch my Spencer or you're dead." I made sure to add a low threatening growl.
Without any doubts I shot JJ in her leg. "See it as a warning bitch." She cried out in pain.
"What the hell happend to you? I thought you were our friend." Morgan instantly protectively grabbed JJ. This caused me to chuckled. "I don't wanna to be friends."
"J'veux ton amour, et je veux ta revanche, baby." I quoted from the song.
"W-what?" Spencer muttered.
"J'veux ton amour, I don't wanna be friends." I continued to hum. I casually looked at my watch. It was almost 4 PM. I guess I've given my hitman a big enough head start to find and kill Peter. Time to let the chase begin.
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3...
That was when the clock hit 4 PM.
"Alright darlings it's time for me to go. I'm busy man. Got some people hidden in my basement who I need to skin." I joked.
"Don't think this is over L/n. We will defeat you."
I shrugged. "No you won't. You are too busy with the funeral of your dear co-worker." They looked confused at me.
Without any second thoughts I shot a random female cop in the room. "That one I meant." I pushed past the other angrily looking cops. I took the hot stick I used to mark Spencer and walked to the dead body.
I kneeled by her and grabbed her badge. "Hmmmmmm.... Lydia Brown. May you rest in peace." I did a fake cross on my chest. Then I pushed the hot iron against her head, making a big red M burn above her eyes.
I really had to leave now. I couldn't let my hitman have it too easy. That wouldn't be fun. But I couldn't leave without one more little trick either. I took my phone and took a selfie with the now dead cop. I quickly typed a small text next to it and then posted it online.
Signed by your Moriarty
I dropped the iron stick on the ground and walked back to the door. Before I left I did a dramatic bow. I do love the theater. I managed to fool the best profilers of whole America. I should get a Emmy for best actor.
"Until we meet again." And with one last wink I left them alone in their misery.
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Word count: 1341 ✦ 20.04.2023