Calamity

Questioning

It's been three days.

Three whole days and you haven't moved from the police station. JJ and Emily have come to give you clothes, food, and company but you feel stuck. You always ask what Spencer's doing and they lie by saying:

"Oh, he's working on case stuff and getting rest. He really misses you."

It makes you feel better because you believe them. But in reality he spends everyday at the station working tirelessly to get you out. He hasn't been home at all and nobody can convince him to move.

"Reid." Says Hotch. He looks away from the evidence board that's covered in pictures and research. "I need you to talk to y/n."

"Why can't JJ or Emily do it?" He asks. He wants to see her but he doesn't think he can. He knows she's been here too and to see her tired, miserable, and sad would ruin him.

"They're out on another case. Rossi had family matters and Morgan isn't here yet so I have to go with them." He says.

"Why are we even taking other cases right now?" Asks Spencer. He feels terrible saying it but it's what he feels. "My wife might go to prison, we need to get her out!"

"I know you're frustrated and working, but you talking to her can really help us. When you went to prison you were drugged which put a real damper on the case, but y/n has a fighting chance. We just need to get her an alibi." He says. "Now go talk to her. That's an order."

Spencer just scoffs and brushes past him. He makes his way to the interrogation room and enters the room with the double sided glass. That's when he sees you.

You hair is messy and out of place. You have dark circles under your eyes, and you're obviously exhausted. Your face is resting on your hands and your eyes are heavy. Your skin is flushed and you look like you could just drop to the floor.

Spencer's breath hitches at the sight of you. He was right, he hates seeing you like this. Hopefully when he talks to you that sweet, distinct smell that always surrounds you is still there. He takes a deep breath and then walks into the room. You look up expecting to see someone else, but your face lights up at the sight of Spencer.

"Hey lover boy." You say. Your voice is slow and weak. You fake a smile and look up at him. He swallows and sits down across from you.

"Y/n, I-"

"You haven't slept." You interrupt. Spencer looks down at his hands. "JJ and Emily told me that you've been resting. Are they lying to me?"

Spencer just stays silent. He doesn't look up at you as you try to scan his face.

"Spencer I told you not to waste all of your time trying to fix this." You say. "I appreciate it, but you need rest."

"You do to." He says. He looks up at you this time. "I notice your lack of sleep too. I want to take you home and hold you again."

"I want that too, Spencer. But we have to think realistically. Being in here has given me a lot of time to accept that the system has to work in certain ways and-"

"The system isn't reliable. It has flaws." He says.

"I know. But there's nothing you or I can do to change it. Please, promise me you'll go home at least for a night and rest." You say. You gaze into his eyes deeply practically begging him to promise. He sighs and looks down again.

"I can't leave knowing that you're in here." He says.

"Yes you can. I'm fine, I promise. I'm not going anywhere." You chuckle. He smiles softly and squeezes your hand.

"Ok. Only for one night." He says. You smile at him warmly.

"I was told to come in here and talk to you about the murders though." He says.

"Do you mind not calling it murder?" You ask. It makes you upset knowing that that's what you're in here for.

"Ok. I'm just going to ask a few more questions, and I need you to answer them honestly." He says. You nod. "Where were you on the night of March ninth?"

"I was at home alone. My mom went to see some friends and I watched Fresh Prince while I ate ice cream." You say. Spencer looks down and writes something on his notepad.

"Where were you-"

"Reid!"

You and Spencer whip your heads around to look at Derek who just burst into the room. He's followed by an officer and Chief Bishop. They walk over to you and pull you from your seat forcefully.

"Hey, don't touch her!" Spencer yells. The officer ignores him and handcuffs you. He leads you out of the room and Spencer tries to chase after you but he's stopped by Chief Bishop.

"Spencer, don't worry! It's ok!" You yell as you're taken towards the holding cells.

"Where are they taking her?" He asks Derek.

"We just heard from the judge. Y/n's trial is in a week and he's ordered for her to be held in jail until then."

"What? Why?" Spencer shouts.

"People are very angry about the murders. They need someone to blame. Without evidence of anybody else doing it they're taking y/n to trial."

"But we-"

"No buts." Interrupts Chief Bishop. "Somebody needs to pay."

Spencer looks at him very angrily. He steps towards him with his fist clenched, but Derek pushes him back. Spencer looks at him and notices him giving a certain look.

Stop. It won't help.

Spencer unclenches his fist and storms out of the room. He walks back to the conference room and pours himself another cup of coffee as he pulls out his phone. He scrolls through his contacts until he finds a familiar name and calls the number. It rings for a little bit until she answers.

"Hello?"

"Fiona, it's Spencer. I need a favor."

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Hey everyooone
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