Smart Girl(A Criminal Minds/Spencer Reid Fan-fiction) BOOK TWO

Chapter Twenty: Not Crazy

        We gave out our profile, then Morgan, Spencer, and I headed back to the community center. A woman came out with a baby, looking rather terrified to see us, and walked away. They were doing some sort of religious ceremony. One person chanted, the others responded, and they blew cigar smoke everywhere. They cut the head off of a chicken and dripped the blood on a girl, who was on her knees before them. That's when they all stopped and stared at us.

        "We're from the FBI. We don't want to cause you any trouble. Sir, please put the knife down." I said. He did so and approached us.

        "This is a house of God. You have no right to be here."

        "We just would like to ask you some questions. We'd appreciate it if you'd come with us voluntarily." Morgan told him. "We're not here to create a spectacle.'

        "I will go with you." He nodded at the others. They continued chanting and they made their way out. Spencer put this sunglasses back on. He stopped in front of a house, the front gate clinking as the wind blew it. I walked over and put the latch down, then turned back to him. He just kept walking.

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        "Ok, your bad boy grew up in foster care. He did fifteen years in Apalachee Correctional for attempting to murder a police officer. He was also a member of a violent street gang known as Los Machettes."  Garcia told us over the phone.

        "Subtle." Rossi muttered.

        'Dang. They used to cut off the hands and sometimes the heads of their victims."

        "Can you get us some crime scene photos to look at?"

        'I'll get someone on it."

        'Anything else Garcia?" Hotch inquired.

        "I can tell you that Julio did his time without incident. He was released in Two-thousand three, he regularly visited his parole officer, There are no waves in these crime waters since he got out."

        "Alright, thanks Baby girl."

        'I shall await further instruction." 

        "This guy's been eyeballing the mirror since he got here. Let's see what he has to say."

        "Wait, Morgan, i think I should go in first." Spencer stopped him.

        "What?"

        'Do you remember at the community center, he said he would come with me." 

        'If they already have a rapport."

        "Do you want Morgan to come with you?"

        "Actually, Marianne?" I nodded and followed him into the interrogation room. "My name is Dr. Spencer Reid, this is Dr. Marianne Reid." We laid out the pictures of the victim's faces on the table. "Did you know these people?"

        'They are my Godchildren. They all came to me to be healed."

        'And you healed them?" I asked.

        "You think I killed them. The saints don't need a human sacrifice. That is a man's sickness."

        '"What if it's not about sacrifice. Are you aware of what a Nganga is?"

        "What do you know about Palo?" He leaned foreword, staring at Spencer. "This light...its not good. It gives you a headache." I looked over at him. The two stared at each other before Morgan came in.