Paranoia - s.reid

Disorder

Having JJ back from maternity leave was a definite plus for the team, especially when Garcia figured out she was the dirty dozen. The Reid family had returned from their trip to see Diana among other things, the couple were ready to get back to work.

Liz watched as Spencer sat down at the table at a fancy restaurant, her own table empty as she anxiously twisted her wedding rings. She eyed him as another woman approached him, sitting at his booth.

Her gut continued to twist as they giggled, the rose on the table almost glaring back at her.

She continued listening to their conversation through her earpiece, one question from Cat forcing her to gulp. "Tell me about your wife."

Spencer shifted. "If you don't mind, I'd rather not talk about her."

"Might as well get it out in the open, right? That's why we're here. How long have you been married?"

7 years. "4 years."

"When is she due to give birth?"

She wasn't. "In a couple of months." He leaned forward. "Should we talk about price now?"

Cat smirked. "Slow down, tiger. What exactly are we negotiating here?"

"You know."

"I want to hear you say it."

"To have her killed."

Liz knew him better than anyone. He saw the brief micro expression of hurt across his face, and she herself had remind her brain that it was all fake. The dress she adorned felt tighter around her chest as she attempted to control her slight panic, sipping her 'martini'. She wished it was real.

The hit woman bit her lip in anticipation. "Let me see your ring." Spencer displayed a brand new shiny gold band that'd replaced his older one for this in particular. "You know what that is? Noose. Only it doesn't kill you all at once, it kills you slowly. Day by day. Ever feel that way?"

He nodded, oh how she hoped her husband was lying. "I feel that way all the time."

"Take it off."

"Why?"

"As a sign of your commitment. To me." He took it off with a nervous smile and shaky hands, gingerly placing it in her palm. 

JJ's voice interrupted. "If she sticks to pattern, she'll take him to a secondary location to kill him." She spoke, staying discreet by the bar.

"We're not going to let it get that far." Rossi commented from a booth. 

Liz pursed her lips. "If my husband dies tonight, I'll kill her with my bare hands. Aaron, do you have a visual?"

Aaron responded from Garcia's lair. "Reid, we have you over her left shoulder. Do you copy?" Spencer's eyes briefly flickered to the camera, nodding. "Double agents, stand by. Dr. Reid will give the green light, don't move until we have him."

They focused their attention back to the pair. "24 karat? 24k times 4 years means this ring should be dinged and nicked, but this is brand new. I see the outline of another one in your pocket, take it out." The doctor dejectedly pulled out the second ring, the one that resided on his finger every single day. The click of a gun made Liz's blood run cold. "Why are we here, Spencer?"

"We're here because you belong to a network of 4 hitmen that have been operating in the shadows of the internet. You're known as Miss 45, my team and I have been hunting you for months. And I knew that if I boxed you in I could arrest you with as little resistance as possible."