DISTRACTION | Spencer Reid Fanfic

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The sweltering heat is killing me. Why did we have case in the Houston when it was so damn hot? You could probably cook an egg on the sidewalk, it is that hot. All I wanted was to shrug off my jacket and roll up my sleeves, but I know I couldn't do that. I work with profilers. It wouldn't take long for them to notice the new track marks that graced my arm, right beside the healed marks that Tobias Hankel had gifted me.

Truthfully, I think they are already suspicious of me. I arrived late at the beginning of the case, which was unlike me. My attitude was far from optimistic about this case. Another characteristic that was not typical. The thing that probably, definitely, did not help was when I shut down Emily when she offered to help me map out the area victims visited prior to their deaths.

I knew everyone had their eyes on me. JJ's worry. Derek's concern. Gideon's apprehension. Hotch's watchful eye. It was eating me up. Part of me wanted them to say something but another didn't. For some reason, Emily was my main concern. She was the newest member of the team, and I knew that she wouldn't have a problem calling me out. That was the last thing I needed.

My suspicions were only confirmed when Hotch told Emily and I to go check local homeless shelters and she immediately taunted me in front of the entire team.

"Unless... are you okay with that Reid?" I could still hear the taunt ringing through my ears.

That irritated me. Why would she say that in front of everyone? "I fine with that." I looked from Hotch to Emily. Checking to see their reactions. I knew what she was doing. She was hoping one of the others would say something. Be the first one to raise their concerns about me. But I couldn't do anything about it. I yanked my bag of the chair and sauntered after her, cursing her from behind.

But I knew she wouldn't it go. This was Emily we were talking about.

That exact brashness was why she confronted me after we left the homeless shelter.

"What the hell was that in there?" She accused me. Her eyes were peering into my soul. It made me squirm, like I was awake during surgery and could feel the surgeon poking around inside me.

I didn't know what she was referring too. I was just doing my job. "What?"

"He may be in this room as we speak?" she reminded me. But it felt like she was mocking me. "We have nothing to support that?" she continued.

I folded my arms across my chest. "We're investigating a serial homicide. Should I have pretended there's no danger?" Was this what it meant to have an IQ less than 160. Stupid suggestions.

"We just left that woman potentially afraid of every man that walks into this shelter." Emily pointed at the shelter, try to raise some sentiment inside me.

Was I the only one with sense among us? "Again, until we find this unsub. How is that a bad thing?"

Emily started at me blankly like I was missing something. "What is the matter with you?"

"Wh...What do you mean, What's the matter with me?" My forehead creased and sweat brimmed around my hairline. The time had come for Emily to question me. It was admittedly sooner than I had anticipated.

"I have never seen you act like this." Her entire demeanour felt suspicious as she analysed my every move

I needed to shut this down quickly. Raise enough doubt to silence her. "Oh, really? Oh, in the months that you know me you've never seen me act this way? Hey, no offense Emily, but you don't really know what you're talking about, do you?"