coolest person I've ever met - spencer reid/oc

Chapter Twenty-nine: Coolest Person I've Ever Met

[rape mentions not in detail tho, also, the case is really similar to a season 2 episode]

Bad decision. 

Bad, bad decision.

Amy couldn't admit it to anyone but she would often find herself relating to the female usnubs. Not only were they usually better at killing people, but they tended to have more understandable reasons behind their murders. Many times they went after men who reminded them of their rapists. And her first case back was exactly that: a female unsub going after possessive, abusive men.

But not only that, the M.O. was arson. And, well, as wrong as it may have been, Amy had a favorite killing method: arson.

This case just seemed to be tailored for her.

The real problems started flooding in when they found out the woman they'd been chasing had lost her mother. And that she'd lived with her father for a long time. Except the fact the father wasn't a raging alcoholic, that family looked a little too similar to hers. 

They finally discovered her name: Myra Connor. 

Her father was able to tell them how she'd been raped by a group of guys when she was younger. She'd never really recovered. 

Now that Amy had went through... through that nightmare, rape cases felt different. They made her skin crawl. 

The four burn victims weren't justified, but Amy could understand. That's all it took. 

When Emily and Amy found Myra's father and asked him questions, something was clear to the both of them. He cared about her more than life itself. 

It hurt Amy to know she was gonna end up behind bars. It would've destroyed him.

But the two of them didn't notice something else: he was holding back.

When they realized he knew something they didn't, it was too late.

Amy was driving the car recklessly, Spencer in the passenger seat. She knew he knew.

She knew he knew she wasn't ready.

After minutes of trying, Myra's dad picked up his phone.

"Mr. Connor? Are you there?"

Heavy breathing and indistinct yelling on the other side.

"Sweetie it's o-" she could recognize Mr. Connor's voice saying before being brutally interrupted by Myra. She seemed to have grabbed the phone.

"WHAT DO YOU WANT NOW?" Myra yelled between tears.

"I want you to think, Myra, it's your dad in front of you, the one person who's always been there for you. He's not like the othe-"

"YOU THINK I CARE? YOU THINK I FUCKING CARE?! I'm not gonna end up in jail, trust me on that"

"Myra, I understand what you're doi-"

"You could never understand" she muttered.

"There's still time" Amy said in the most genuine tone she could find. Her eyes were teary.

Silence took over the call.

"Time was never what I needed, it was never about time. It was about justice"

An undescribably loud sound came from the other end of the line and a fire that looked unrestrainable lit up at the end of the street they were driving through. Amy sped up even more.

"Ames, it's no use, you know that"

She didn't bother replying. As soon as she got close enough she immediately stopped the car and got out, starting to run towards the burning building. Myra and her father still inside with no hope to survive.