Her. [Spencer Reid x Elle Greenaway]|| ✔️

Eleven.

"Which means Cat isn't dead and Elle is in trouble"

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Garcia shot me panicked look, "Spencer? What do you mean Elle is in trouble?" I reached into my pocket, pulling out her note and handing it her. Penelope's eyes quickly scanned the paper before she turned her attention back to me.

"I found that this morning. I just- I was so confused. We went to bed fine, just... holding each other." I licked my lips at the memory, "And then I was so angry when I found the note because I thought everything was going to be okay. I knew we had shit to talk about but I didn't think she'd leave."

Garcia let her hand fall onto my knee as she shot me sympathetic look, "this isn't your fault, Reid. None of this is your fault."

I couldn't help but feel that it was. And I told Garcia as such, "if I wouldn't have went to prison, she wouldn't have come back. And if I'm right, and Cat has her..." I trailed off. I would never live with myself if Cat kills her. While it wasn't Cats usual MO to kill another woman, I have not a doubt she would if it meant she could get back at me.

"Hey. Stop that. I can see that big, beautiful brain going down the dark path." She bent her head down so she could look in my eyes, "Elle is a fighter. Elle is the most badass bitch I've ever met. She'll fight. I promise we'll get her back." I grabbed her hand, giving it a squeeze. Penelope always knew what to say. She knew how to make it better, and she was right. Elle was a bad bitch, a fighter.

"But I don't even know if Cat and Elle are even together. What if she really left?"

Garcia let out a full on laugh, turning herself towards her computers, "Elle? Leave you? Never."

I stared at her like she was insane, "I'm sorry? Do you not remember the first time she left?"

"Of course I remember. But she left because she had a guilty conscious and everyone was up her booty about what she did." She shot me a look, "but trust me, Spence. She kept up with you the entire time. How do you think she knew you were in prison?" I shrugged. "Me. She kept up through me. I always let her know what was going on. Every Tuesday."

I sat there in shock, my throat growing tight. She kept up with me? After all these years? It made my heart smile that she really, truly, cared about me all that time. I couldn't explain why it also made me uncomfortable, but it did.

"Okay so I put an alert on her phone for if it turns back on, but it's last location was your house." Garcias voice pulled me into the present, the sinking feeling of Elle's safety returning to the pit of my stomach.

....

"Are you sure it was Wilkins? How do we really know when he's been avoiding the cameras?" JJ questioned. She was testing my patience at this point. And I was about ready to snap. After I'd presented to them that Cat wasn't actually dead, she had made it a point to scoff or roll her eyes at everything I said.

"I asked while I was at the prison and he didn't show up for his shift today. Any other arguments or eye rolls you want to make, Jennifer?" She crossed her arms, shaking her head but said nothing.

"So if Cat's not dead then who was the one who was dead in her cell?" Matt asked me.

Garcia answered that for me, "her name is Hannah Primm, 25." She brought up a photo of what Hannah looked like when she was alive. She was a beautiful brunette, eyes that were filled with happiness, her whole life ahead of her. Hannah could've been Cats twin, which is why they got away with it.

"She had a history of running away and getting in trouble, so her mother never reported her missing. The jail didn't put two and two together because, well." She pointed to the screen as if to say 'because look at her'. Everyone hummed in agreement.

"Which means that Catherine Adams is alive, and there is a very high chance she has former Agent Elle Greenaway." Emily pointed out.

"The one that was at your apartment?" Luke questioned. I nodded.

"I'm just confused as to why we aren't assuming she and Elle aren't accomplices?" JJ spoke up, sitting forward in her chair, "I mean isn't it odd that she just comes around when Spencer is in jail and all of a sudden leaves on morning after Cat is in Reids apartment? I mean didn't you say that Cat knew about why Elle left the BAU?"

Emily slammed her hand down on the table at that, her eyes boring holes into JJs, "are you done, JJ?" JJ's mouth fell open in shock, Emily never yelled, especially not at JJ. "We have a former agent missing. And you can't put your own feelings aside? Grow up JJ. If you can't handle this case, then go home. I don't need childish behavior on my team. Now, can you handle this case?"

JJ stuttered out, "i- yes, I can." Emily backed off, fixing her shirt before she continued.

"We have to assume Elle is alive. Cat doesn't have a history of hurting woman, just men that have..." A realization seemed to wash over Emily. Her eyes shot to me, "that have hurt her."

My eyes grew wide, "so this is her way of getting back at me? Taking Elle is the way she's going to hurt me?"

"Cat knows she can't kill an FBI agent," Rossi spoke, "that's too easy. She knows that. So instead, she's going to take the one thing that she knows will hurt you."

I let my head fall into my hands. This is why I never let anyone get close. Getting close to me always backfired on that person. If they weren't getting kidnapped, they were getting murdered. I couldn't go through that... not again.

"Ah guys? Elle's cell phone just-" Garcia was cut off by a loud ringing that sounded vaguely like my phone?

Wait, it was my phone. I pulled it out of my pocket to look at who it was, and sure as shit, it was Elle. Well, her phone number. I looked to Garcia who held up a finger before aggressively typing on her laptop. Before long, she looked up at me and nodded.

I swiped my thumb to answer, putting it on speaker, "Elle? Elle are you okay?"

"Hi bunny," My breath hitched in my throat as I heard the sadness lace in her voice. She sounded scared, but also like she was willing herself to keep a steady tone. "I, ah, I know I left in a rush this morning, but I just wanted to call you and tell you that I'm sorry."

I swallowed the lump in my throat as I willed my anxiety to back the fuck off, it wasn't working. "Elle, you have nothing to be sorry for. Nothing."

Then, I heard a click and then a small wince from Elle, "I do. I shouldn't have left like that. But," another click. "But I also wanted to tell you that I love you. So much, bunny. You mean more to me than anyone ever has. I've loved you since the day I met you." Another click, but she kept going, "I just really hope that one day we'll meet again. I love you bunny." She let out a soft sob, and then there was another click. If luck was on her side, she only had two more before her impending death.

But Garcia perked up, turning her laptop around to show us the location. I thanked every single god out there that we might actually have a chance, "Don't talk like that Elle. Nothing is going to happen to you. Nothing. You're so strong, just hold on for me."

I heard a laugh in the background and then, "better hurry pretty boy."