𝓭𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓭 ➵ 𝓼. 𝓻𝓮𝓲𝓭

Chapter 12: Betrayal Of Trust

{tw - mentions of blood, violence and murder}

YOU FOUND YOURSELF sat outside the station on a bench, the cold and breezy wind sending waves of goosebumps over your skin.

You hadn't been outside too long, but you wonder whether you should go back inside. In a way, you feel violated by what your team had done. You still can't help yourself from thinking if it was necessary, but always come to the same conclusion - it isn't. You think that if they needed something from you, they should've asked instead of going behind your back and doing it without permission. That's what hurts.

What hurts most of all is the way Spencer used your words against you. When you had told him in the club you wanted this all to be over, this definitely isn't what you had meant. But he had decided to take them out of context and somehow turn them on you.

Spencer wouldn't want to hurt you, as you believe, so why he kept it from you makes no sense. Had you not been as close as you thought you were?

Before you can think any longer, the spare phone you had been given beeps in your pocket, causing you to sigh and bring it out.

'Hotch >:(
There's been another murder, I wanted to let you know. You're free to go there alone, and if not, I can send Rossi and Morgan. Your choice.'

You stare down at the screen and fiddle with the phone between your fingers for a few moments before letting your fingers type the words you want to say.

'You
I'll check it out.'

The message is blunt, but you don't think twice before hitting the send button and standing up. You hope that your mind will be taken away from the team for a while, despite your attention needing to be on your father. You would rather think about the betrayal of your blood than that of what you had thought of as family.

You begin your drive to the address Hotch had attached to the message, and as you pull up, you notice it's in an apartment building and not a suburban home like last time. Your father is definitely taunting you by constantly changing his method, yet as you enter the sealed off apartment, you notice that one thing definitely hasn't changed.

You approach the male victim, tied to a chair and a knife in his back like the last victims, and with your latex gloves, move locks of his thick hair out the way of his forehead to check if that is consistent, and as you had suspected, it is.

'Reid.'

You swallow harshly as you retreat from the victim, the scratchy letters in his skin making you turn away.

Officers and CSI pass you by as you stay still in the centre of the room, trying to find out why your father was using a different murder weapon now compared to before he was imprisoned.

At that time, he had used a gun and murdered his only female victims execution style, so it makes no sense to you now why it has changed. You decide to adventure around the apartment for a little while, hoping to see if anything can help you, but nothing does.

You stop strolling around as you approach a chest of drawers with many photo frames on, but one in particular catches your attention. You pick the frame up, admiring the family photo in your hands and once again, the victim is in the photo with an 'x' over his face. Now you realise there are many consistencies, but also many unanswered questions.

You search your brain and decide to focus on the knife in the back, and what that usually symbolises.

Betrayal.

You don't hesitate as you pick your phone out from your pocket and hold it to your ear, listening to the ringing as you hold the photo in your other hand.