Fallen

Chapter 3

Within minutes of the hotel window shattering the entire BAU and what seemed like the whole police department had arrived. Emily and JJ had instantly taken me outside, got me into an SUV and taken me down to the police station. In my hysterical state they'd barely been able to get a sentence out of me. They sat me in a side room and brought me a soda. The metal can clanked noisily against the rings on my shaking hands.

"S-Spe-Spencer. Where's Spencer?" I finally managed to find my words and string together a question.

"He's with Hotch and Rossi. They're going over the crime scene but he's safe." JJ said, she took one of my hands in hers and offered me a sympathetic smile.

"They'll be over here soon but for now we've got Garcia trying to figure out where those calls from your hotel room were made from." Emily added. "Once Morgan is done talking to hotel security and the officers we had stationed to keep an eye on you he's going to grab your things and bring them here. We're going to try and arrange some sort of safe house for you."

"A safe house? Does that mean I'll have to leave Virginia?" I asked. Going to a safe house probably wouldn't be a bad idea until they found the person responsible for the deaths of my family but leaving Virginia would mean leaving my new friends behind, including Spencer.

"We're not sure yet Rosie. It's just an idea for now." JJ replied soothingly. She must have seen the momentary panic flash in my eyes. I nodded and in an attempt to stop myself from panicking even more I tried to think of something that wasn't Spencer. I imagined myself taking a vacation, going to visit my cousins at home in London. We'd probably go out partying, maybe head to a few of the little casinos like we did last time. Casinos. Las Vegas. Spencer.

There was no way I was getting this boy off my brain. It was silly really, I'd only known him a week but I'd literally had to put my life in his hands and trust him wholeheartedly to keep me safe. Maybe what he'd said earlier was right - maybe I was only experiencing almost romantic feelings for him because he was protecting me. I'd heard of Stockholm syndrome and assumed that this is how it worked, but Spencer was different. He made me laugh, his social awkwardness seemed to just bounce straight off me and somehow it worked. He was nothing short of genius and I was just average and yet somehow he never seemed bored of our conversations. Spencer was the kind of person I would have dated in high school and then had my heartbroken by when they went off to do bigger and better things and yet somehow as a 27 year old I'd found him and I couldn't see him breaking my heart. Maybe I was getting too ahead of myself; there was nothing to suggest that Spencer was even remotely interested in me romantically or sexually and I had to keep reminding myself that he was here to do a job and as soon as that job was over he'd go back to the BAU headquarters in Quantico and I'd likely never see him again and even if I did, he travelled so often it would make seeing each other a million times harder. There was no point trying to pursue this. They were here to catch a killer. That was all.

The sound of Emily's cell shook me from my thoughts.

"Rossi. Yep... she's here with us she's fine... understood... that's great, see you in five." She hung up the phone quickly and shoved it back into her pocket. "They've got all they can from the scene. They're on their way back here. Garcia is flying out tomorrow to help us incase the unsub tries to make contact again." She explained. I think her explanation was more for JJ but she'd mentioned the only thing I really cared about. They were on their way here which meant Spencer was too.

It didn't take long for them to enter the precinct and when they did they all flooded into the side room. Immediately they struck up conversation about a possible motive, stalking and looking yet again at their profile. I couldn't pretend to understand the conversation. They all spoke so quickly that half the time I hadn't even processed what they'd said until the conversation had taken another turn.