You'll Never Be Whole Until You Lose Control- Spencer Reid

1.) imagination

This fanfiction is 18+ and includes graphic descriptions of: sex, adult dialog, graphic descriptions of crime scenes, mental health disorders and bdsm. 

We can't change the things we can't control

It's summer somewhere 

So you shouldn't be so cold

But you can't even look me in the eye if you tried
Oh, we can try, we can try
Imagination, Foster the People

Spencer

I'd seen a lot in my years.

I've been an FBI agent with the Behavioral Analysis Unit, hunting down the most prolific serial killers since I was 23. It had been my job to dissect the most vile layers of the human race. Case after case with psychopaths, rapists, sadists, arsonists, hit men, hit women, vigilantes- you would think that nothing shocked me anymore.

You would be wrong.

Everything still shocked me.

"What's that marking on the victim's forehead?" JJ had asked as Garcia pulled up a photo on the big screen of the two victims- two twenty-something year old blonde girls who had been stabbed 15 times each. "Looks like there's something sewn up under the skin."

And there was something sewn up under the skin.

"Buckle up, crime fighters, because that's where things get weird, I mean, not that stabbing young women is normal but- you get the get the picture," Garcia said, moving to the next photo. Not even Penelope Garcia, in all her rainbow and glittery glory, could find a way sugar coat the most heinous crimes. Damned if she didn't try though, adjusting one of the bright blue kitten ears on her head she continued. "The ME found a piece of a popular crystal under their foreheads."

And sure enough, a photo of a bloodied piece of green Moldavite showed on the big screen next.

"Moldavite is a tektite found near the Vltava River in the Czech Republic," I started. "It was formed by a meteor colliding with the earth roughly 14 million years ago. It's known as the 'Holy Grail Stone,' and has been sought out for centuries for its alluring metaphysical properties, as well as its rare green color- being the only tektite that is not black. Though tektites- glass blowback caused from the heat and impact of a meteors hitting the earth- are found all over the world, Moldavite remains mysterious. Some believe in lore that it can protect from negative energies and invoke major change in one's life."

I was used to the blank stares I got from my coworkers as I babbled. Rossi stared at me and then at the screen at the small pebble like stone. "Maybe this unsub believes he is getting rid of said 'negative energies' by implanting it on his victims. Its got to be some kind of message. Is there anything in their pasts-"

"Both girls were squeaky clean, like fresh out of the bath tub clean," Penelope said.

"He's paying a lot to make his message, Moldavite is a rare gemstone and even one of those small pieces is around $30," I added.

"Could this be some kind of witchcraft gone dark?" Emily piped up. "Halloween is only a month away. We can't rule that out."

"This crystal healing thing, can we put merit to that, kid?" Rossi was speaking to me directly. It didn't matter that I was in my late 30s now and hadn't felt youthful in years- the term of endearment was stuck to me like glue.

And that's how I found myself outside of a small crystal and herbal apothecary shop in Arlington Virginia- the only place near the victim's geological profile here in DC where you could get Moldavite.