Twitterpated (Spencer Reid x Reader)

Chapter 30

[SPENCER's POV]

It was just gone 8pm and Hotch had agreed I could go with him and Rossi to Lance's parents' house to see if they knew where their son would be, as long as I stayed quiet.

"Garcia what do we know about Lance again?" Hotch asked over the phone which was on Speaker,

"Lance Winston Elwry, 31, the only child of Molly and Winston Elwry. Born in Cambridge, Boston, but his dad was in the army so looks like they moved around a lot. Mom ran her own software engineer business."

"Army brat, moving around that much must have seriously impacted his social skills." Rossi replied,

"That's an understatement. Lance was enrolled in 11 different schools before he was 10."

"What rank was his father in the army?" Hotch asked,

"Colnel."

"His father may have been exceedingly strict, demanding respect. Might be why he always refers to Y/N as Doctor Y/LN, a form of respect that he doesn't have for Reid because he see's him as lesser." Hotch added and I bowed my head slightly. If he really respected her, he wouldn't have kidnapped her and stripped her down to underwear that weren't even hers. I thought to myself.

"And he doesn't have any other records?" I asked,

"Nope, none, other than the harassment charge but the girl never pressed charges, looks like it all got dropped pretty quickly."

"Let's hope his parents have an idea at where he could be." Hotch replied and Rossi hung up the phone.

I was sat in the backseat analysing the key Lance had left me. Garcia had taken a note of the serial numbers and taken photos but I had taken it without her knowing, I thought that maybe Lance's parents would know something about it.

We pulled up to a large house just 30 minutes away from Quantico and got out of the car, "Reid, do not say a word." Hotch instructed and I nodded before Rossi knocked on the door. A woman maybe in her late 50s answered the door, she had mousy brown hair, brown eyes and was fairly small.

"Hello, can I help you?" She asked, her voice more assertive than any of us expected,

"We're with the FBI," Rossi said, flashing his badge, "Are you Molly Elwry?"

"Yes I am."

"We're here to talk about your son, Lance." Hotch replied and suddenly the woman's face fell,

"Please come in." She replied and ushered us into the living room, "Can I get any of you a drink or..."

"We're fine, thank you, is your husband home?" Hotch answered,

"Um, yes... WINSTON!" She bellowed out of the door and a few seconds later a man came rushing through, he was the spitting image of Lance. Stocky with a buzz cut, very blue eyes and also very tall,

"Molly you don't need to sho-" He began but stopped himself when we saw the three of us sat down, "Oh, hello gentlemen." He smiled softly. Something about him seemed off to me, like he was trying to act nice.

"They're with the FBI, they want to talk about Lance." Molly explained and Winston had the same reaction as Molly, his face fell and he nodded uneasily and they both sat down on the sofa opposite us.

"Mr and Mrs Elwry, when was the last time you spoke to your son?" Hotch asked and the couple looked at one another,

"About a week ago. But that was the first time since he left the FBI." Molly replied, maybe they didn't know he had been fired by the use of the word 'left'.