𝓭𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓭 ➵ 𝓼. 𝓻𝓮𝓲𝓭

Chapter 11: You Lied To Me

{tw - mentions of blood, violence and murder}

YOU SAUNTER UP to the open front door of the suburban home where your three colleagues have already entered, and you take a deep breath as you enter the hallway.

The smell of blood is evident, hitting your nose like a brick wall. It almost makes you gag, but you've gotten used to the smell. Sometimes you think that's a bad thing, but it helps with the job so you can't complain.

At the end of the hallway, there's a doorway that you're supposed to go through, but you stop walking when your eyes fall upon a picture frame sat on a chest of drawers with a mirror above. In the photo, a family of five is gathered around a picnic table, each one with smiles on their faces.

It isn't the photo itself that catches your attention, and with gloves hands, you pick it up and admire what had caught your eye - the red 'x' through the older male and female's (presumable the father and mother) faces. It wouldn't take a detective to figure out which of the family lived in this house.

You place the frame back down and sigh, but before you can even take another step, Spencer comes walking towards you at a fast pace out of the doorway at the end of the hallway, only stopping just before you with an arm on your stomach. He's evidently trying to take you out of the house, but you persist and stay in place.

Morgan follows Spencer and stands in the doorway, glaring at him disapprovingly.

"She has to see it, Reid."

"See what?" You inquire with furrowed brows, glancing at Spencer before looking back at Morgan.

When Reid doesn't say anything, you push past his arm and past Morgan's shoulder, curious to see what Spencer doesn't want you to see.

You enter what seems to be the living room, and glancing around wearily, your eyes fall upon two bodies tied to dining chairs positioned next to each other in the centre of the room. You take cautious steps closer to the scene and gulp at the two heads that hang low, a knife in each of their backs.

The whole situation doesn't seem like something your father would do, and you are struggling to understand how local PD even knew it was him. However, your questions are answered as you crouch down in front of the bodies, aware of Morgan and Reid watching you from the doorway. You spot something on their foreheads, leaning closer and moving the females hair out of the way to clearly see what it is.

On the female's forehead is written one word: Prentiss.

On the male's forehead is written another word: Jareau.

You take a deep breath and stand back up straight, unsure on how to take it. Is this a threat on Emily and JJ's life, or is it deeper than that?

You look over your shoulder at the two men in the doorway who shrug, both silently admitting they don't know either.

You press your tongue against your teeth and put your head back, keeping yourself calm before looking back at the two victims who, by the look of their house and what Garcia had filled you in about them, were model citizens. Perhaps that's why your father had targeted them in particular, to murder the most innocent people he could as to get under your skin. As you remove the latex gloves from your hands and hurriedly exit the home, you silently declare that getting under your skin had been successful.

The drive back to the station (After Hotch had called and said it was safe to return to) is deadly silent. None of the three men speak, all look as if they have something on their minds. Although you do too, you can tell what they are thinking about is different to you. The curiosity of what is bothering them all is beginning to eat away at you as you pull into the station's parking area, not hesitating to turn off the engine and exit the silent SUV.

Hotch greets you as you enter the room you had originally been given to set up in, and you try to ignore the blood patch on the carpet outside the room by the door. He hands you a phone which you gladly take, happy to have a new one.

"Rossi called me about the victims. You're 100% sure that it was Prentiss and Jareau written on their foreheads?"

"Yes." You nod as Morgan, Rossi and Reid enter the room and sit at the table like you do, "Where exactly are they?"

"They're busy." Hotch responds, deflecting away from the question.

"Well shouldn't they be safe? Who knows if that stunt in the murder was a threat on their life they should be-"

"Y/n." He says sternly, "They're busy and safe."

You realise you haven't event been told what Emily and JJ were doing, they had been 'given their task' and that is all you know. It seems, as you think back to all the times you had tried to question it, you had had been shut down. and now, sat in a room surrounded by four men who are lying to you, you feel the sudden courage to stand your ground.

"Can you just tell me what Emily and JJ are doing so I don't have to waste my time finding out?" You ask, annoyance in your voice as you lean forward in your seat.

The three men that are seated share uneasy glances before they all lean back, looking at Hotch as you do.

"Listen," He begins, swallowing, "All you need to know is that they have been helping with finding your father in a way that you may not appreciate."

"What the hell does that mean?" You scoff.

"It means that Hotch had Prentiss and JJ dig through your childhood and personal life to see all of your secrets." Morgan answers for Hotch, his gaze not leaving the man.

You know he's saying it like that because he experienced the same thing a while ago on a case where he was arrested, and you look at Hotch with an open mouth.

"You did what?"

"Y/n it was only to help-" Rossi tries, but you shut him down and he doesn't try again.

"It's called a personal life for a reason, Hotchner." You argue defensively, protective over all the things they could uncover that don't need uncovering. They won't help this situation.

Spencer is the next to speak, "Y/n they're doing it to get this over with, that's what you told me you wanted, isn't it?"

Your mouth hangs wide open at his statement, and you look at him painfully. The hurt must show on your face as the he cautiously eyes you, waiting for your next move and words. Except they never come, you're too hurt to even say a single word.

Left with nothing else to say in the room, you scoff and exit, not even turning when you hear Spencer call your name.

"Y/n just listen to me-"

You finally turn around and he stops running after you, seeing the tears brimming in your eyes that you refuse to let fall in front of him.

"You lied to me."

And with that, you leave him in the hallway, letting the tears fall when you're finally in the solitude of the elevator.

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