Supernatural Minds (Criminal Minds and Supernatural crossover)

Chapter 10

(I don't own Supernatural or Criminal Minds.)

-Spencer-

"How you doing, kid? They finally let you out of the hospital?"

I tried to resist looking at my feet. It had been a while since I've been back in the building, but I got a somewhat clean bill of health and I was finally back. About half a month or so, but I managed to talk the doctor into letting me go, and the deal was that I wasn't allowed to do field work or anything like that for a while.

"The hospital wouldn't tell us anything, care to share?" Garcia asked curiously, walking into the room.

"Might want to take a seat, the news I am about to share may be shocking to some," I replied.

Surprised that I was actually going to share, everybody who wasn't currently sitting pulled up a chair, eager to hear what I had been through.

I took a deep breath, wondering how this should play out. Finally, I simply raised my shirt just enough to show them Viper's stitching job. I saw Garcia's eyes widen while Morgan's eyes narrowed in anger, while the rest of the team kept an emotionless mask.

"Reid, what is this?" Morgan stood up before a tap on the arm from Prentiss made him sit back down.

I turned my head away from them, not wanting to meet their eyes, my throat suddenly dry. I cleared my throat, "um," I gave a nervous, grim smile, not sure how best to put things. Hoping to make things easier, I tried to turn my perspective as if I was the profiler, Spencer Reid, looking at a case, "the unsub held," I did a memory scan and concluded that perhaps all of the others had been there for a while, "around seven victims for fifteen years. But why kidnap me? Why-" I regained my composure.

You know full well why he waited so long just for you. For your heart. But why not go for someone else? What was so special about you? No idea you were John's son, they were less likely to pull out all the stops to find you, and perhaps he was waiting for a certain time, at a certain moment. But based on what he knew about Viper, he wouldn't just leave everything behind, not after all that. He wouldn't abandon his victims. Was he working for a superior? Or was he-

I shoved aside the little voice that was my conscience.

Just tell them already!

"Fifteen years, why kill Axle to let me live?" I muttered aloud.

"Wait, who was Axle?"

"Nobody ever told me, but," my- no, it wasn't mine. The heart that had taken up residence in my chest quickened, as if it knew that it's true owner's name had just been spoken aloud. My stomach did a flip. A dead man's heart was in my chest, Viper ripped out a man's heart just to replace the one he ripped right out of my chest.

The heart beat even faster from my fear. Had it been beating like this when Axle knew he was about to die? Was he dead as soon as, or did he lay there for-

"Spence, it's okay, you're okay now," I felt JJ's hand on my shoulder.

"Axle's heart is in my chest," I tried to keep the panicked tone out of my voice but I wasn't sure if I could keep up my composure. Deep breath, deep breath, deep breath, fight the nausea, fight it, calm down, calm down. Oh what the hel(k).

I practically jumped out of my chair to reach a garbage can as my stomach took the northern exit. Not like I'll be filling my soon to be completely empty stomach anytime soon. A dead man's heart beating in your chest, placed there by a safistical, insane, creature thing is enough to ruin anyone's appetite.