Spencer Reid doesn't have a lot of friends. If anything his life was filled with no real friends till he worked at the BAU.... aside from the one he had while at Caltech. They haven't talked in a really long time but that all quickly changes on one...
I watched the screen closely trying to keep focus on what Gordon was doing as Spencer sat across from him with Aaron, while the others went looking for things to help use against him. Sadly my contacts drying due to the amount of blinks I was doing had me go over to Spencer's bag that he left with us. I pulled my little contact container out of the small pocket he puts it in to keep it safe and took them out before grabbing my glasses case and putting my steampunk themed glasses, so I could properly see.
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(These are how I see her glasses being. Except the lens part is clear.)
I put the bag back to normal before returning to my seat and watching the screen again. After a few moments Penelope spoke up. "No way." "What?" I questioned not removing my eyes from the screen. "You wear glasses." She stated making me look towards her, to see she was beaming from the fact. "Yeah. I just wear contacts due to wearing glasses while fighting can be annoying, and also them being breakable is not fun." "We are like glasses buddies with Reid." "I guess." I simply told before looking back at the screen while I put my hair up, since it was quiet warm in here. "So what would happen if Gordon escaped his cell?" "He would track me and my friends down, and kill us. Or try to at least. It's why Aaron doesn't want him knowing I'm here." "You worried about them?" "I honestly couldn't really care for Aaron. I care for the man, but I know he can protect himself hence me not caring. It's Spencer I'm more worried about, who knows how he'll react if I'm brought up and in a very unpleasant way. 'Nother reason Aaron doesn't want me and Spencer in the same room as him." "Because he would find some way to make one of you angry?" "That." I began before looking towards her with no emotion on my face. "And if he tried to attack Spencer, I would kill him with no hesitation." She didn't say anything but gave me a shocked look, and I just decided it would be easier to just go back to watching the screen. "If someone tried to attack any of you I'd kill them. Especially if it was you were in danger like Spencer." "Why me?" "You remind me a lot of my older sister." "I thought you had a baby sister." She told. "I do. I have one older and one younger. I'm a middle child." "So how many siblings do you have?" "Biological 5. Adopted siblings, bit more complicated in that department really." "What do you mean?" "Just family drama you know." "Maybe one day you will be open enough to talk about it." "Maybe."
(Spencer p.o.v)
I sat next to Hotch while Gordon just sat across from us, with a look that he was thinking about something. "You smell familiar." He finally told pointing towards me. "Really?" "Yeah. I just can't place where and why." "Gordon, we want to know how many people you killed." "I didn't kill people. I killed monsters." "Vampires right? Or as some refer to them as Fangs." I told repeating what Ash had told me about. "You a Hunter?" "No. I just read a lot." "Look, we just want to know how many you killed so we can give families closure." Hotch told. "You lot should be out there hunting down the Winchesters. They are the real monsters here." "The Winchesters are dead." I stated. "Just the father. Death doesn't stick to them all to well. Just ask their precious girl they've been seen with loads of times." "We don't care about them. We just care about you." Hotch stated as he began to lay photos out of different crimes. "Which one of these did you do?" "Maybe all of them. Maybe none of them. After awhile, Fangs tend to look like one another." "How many have you killed already then?" "Loads." He stated before looking back at me. "I finally recognise the smell. You smell like a mix of burnt tea leaves, as well as a lavender incense." 'He can smell Ash on me?' "Good to know." I simply told. "So how is Ashley doing these days." He questioned making Hotch speak up. "We don't know an Ashley." "She's the only person I have ever met to smell like that. And I want her dead." "I smoke herbal cigarettes. It's better for you." I stated. "Really now?" "Yep." "Interesting. Well when you do see Ashley, tell her that I'll make her friends watch me kill her and while she is bleeding to death, I'll do the same to them." 'I hate this guy.'