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Spencer Reid

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Spencer Reid

I picked up the scattered papers that littered my desk, pushing them into the file folders in the side drawer.

"Hey, anything on those letters?" Rossi asked as he passed me to the exit.

"Not yet. It's actually really interesting, the letters seemed to have switched tenses now that the letters are addressed to Sabrina, and it's the exact same letter, just now the sender is blaming her too." I said.

"I'm sure it's just a prank one of her old college friends are playing; the humor these kids have these days, you wouldn't believe." he replied as he nodded to me, pressing the elevator button.

"I hope so." I said quietly. As I gathered the rest of my things off of my desk, my phone began to ring. I didn't recognize the number, but picked it up anyways.

"This is Dr. Spencer Reid."

I waited to hear a response, and wondered if this were a prank call. Before I could hang up, however, I heard a loud sound in the background of the phone call.

"Hello?" I spoke into the phone, this time my nerves rising as possible scenarios ran through my head.

"Mommy, the cup is broken again. I don't have socks." I heard through the phone.

My mind immediately thought back to the small girl in Sabrina's arms when she had come into the office this morning, and I spoke quickly.

"Sabrina, is that you?" I gathered my jacket and satchel in my hands quickly as I made my way to the elevator with Rossi. He gave me a questioning look and I shook my head, eyebrows furrowed as I clicked the L button inside the elevator multiple times.

"Yes- I'm sorry, my daughter and I are at home and-" Her soft yet panicked voice cut off as she yelped. "Something's happening, all of the windows in my house are being broken and I had your number-" she completely stopped talking and I looked at my phone.

"Hello? Sabrina?" I tried to call the number back, but was immediately met with Sabrina's voicemail.

I looked over to Rossi and he nodded his head once, indicating he heard.

"If I know one thing about that girl, is that she's tough as hell and most definitely not dramatic," he said, looking at the elevator doors. "She wouldn't have called for nothing."

"Does that mean you could say the same about the letters?" I asked calmly, my mind whirling at the idea of this girl and her daughter getting hurt after seeking out our help.

Rossi shifted his feet as he responded. "I guess we'll see."

* ੈ✩‧₊˚

Rossi and I jumped out of the black SUV after parking it in front of the one story home. Garcia had given me the address earlier when Derek and I had been trying to locate Sabrina.

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