paint and literature ♡ [spencer reid]

part 10- killer queen

This chapter is a case that I made up so let me know what you guys think!! it is a bit violent so, pls listen to the warnings

mentions of: rape, murder of teens and pregnant teens.

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When all was said and done, Lacy was happy that the day had at least started well.

It was Friday and that night, she had dinner with her neighbour. All week she had been thinking and planning and worrying herself over the night and that morning was no different. Piles of nervous energy were piling up in her body, and she had to do something with it.

It was the first week of March and even though she had only lived at her new place for a month, Lacy felt the urge to do some spring cleaning. She combed her kitchen, art supplies and living room to no avail. This eventually allowed her to come back to her room where she opened the doors to her closet and found some potential work.

She looked in a closet that seemingly belonged to two separate people and that was partly true. Lacy looked at her old pantsuits, skirts and suit jackets that she would wear every day, up until her hasty quick for the DA's office after the small incident. After she quit, she had only practised law once and that was when Aiden found out about the incident and took the law into his own hands, punching the incident causer in the face and breaking his nose. Part of her never intended on leaving the office, she liked using the law to put the right people behind bars. Art was a passion but, the law allowed her to help people and be a part of the world's going fight for change.

She started at the suits, the girl who she once was. Not too long ago, she had heavily considered returning to that life. It wasn't because she was broke or because she was fed up with art, it was because of the news.  She had turned the television on to the news that a man, a horrible grotesque man, had gotten away with doing unspeakable things to a girl. She was only sixteen and Lacy had watched her face drop and tears erupt from her eyes. It struck an emotional nerve in her, one of sorrow and anger. What was worse was that it was her department, the DA's office, and she felt that if she had still been there, then that girl's pain could have been avoided. She kept the suits as a reminder that she could always go back.

As a reminder that incidents do not define her.

She closed the doors to the closet and decided that her cleaning mood had disappeared. Now her plans to preoccupy herself had been lost and she would have to come up with something to do while waiting for her night. She lay back down on her bed, the one which every morning, she neglected to make. She tried to brainstorm something to do when a text appeared on her phone.

D4: Hey, I am on a case in DC at the moment, I still should be good for tonight, this will be wrapped up pretty quickly.

Spencer looked at the lie he had just typed on his phone screen. Although the case was in DC, for once allowing him to stay close to home, that didn't mean he was getting out of Quontico that night. He was alone in the small office room, staring at the pictures of three pregnant, brunette teenagers who had been murdered. The case repulsed him, the very fact that someone was capable of this act made him sick. They were at a dead end.

He knew that he had to do everything in his power to try to close this case by seven o'clock this evening but, at eleven in the morning, he was stumped. He had nine hours to have the case closed and get back home.

"Reid, where are you?" Hotch had appeared behind him, noticing the fact that Spencer had been staring at the board for quite some time.

"Nowhere. We know the Unsub feels rage towards these women, he's butchering them," He muttered, Hotch's phone rang and he quickly put it on speaker.

"We have another Hotch but, the victim is different. Same story, teen pregnancy but this time, the baby was born. He dropped her off at a neighbour's house after killing the girl. He's escalating," Morgan stated, something about that clicked with Spencer.

"What if the Unsub had a teen pregnancy? I mean, somehow he can overkill on these women but then ensure the baby is safe? If we look at the other victims," Spencer moved closer to the board, gesturing to the bodies of the victims as Hotch watched, "He never used his knife near their stomach. He doesn't hurt the child. What if he's reacting to losing his child?"

"Morgan, get everyone back here and the local officers too, we need to deliver the profile," Hotch stated, hanging up the phone, "Nice work, Reid."

Officers and agents gathered in the FBI's bullpen and waited to hear what the team had to say. They rediscussed the facts beforehand and felt that they had a good idea of the man they were dealing with, they just needed help finding him.

"The man we are looking for is a father who has recently either listed access to their child or the child. He is angry and is acting out against surrogates for his rage," Hotch opened the discussion with, passing the conversation to Morgan.

"This man had his child as a teenager and the woman most likely resembles the woman who carried that baby. We also believe the Unsub knows these women in some capacity as each woman who he had murdered was expecting or had a girl," Morgan explained and the room listened attentively.

"We are looking for a male, roughly in his 30s who has been displaying signs of depression or guilt. These acts will take a toll on a person and you will be able to see this in his behaviour," Rossi explained and he watched the eager agents scribble down notes. He also watched the local police who were rolling their eyes at the profile.

"We also believe that he has a busy job which keeps him occupied during the day but pays well enough to allow him to pay for the materials that he uses in these attacks. He's sophisticated and organised," Spencer chimed into the presentation.

"And he is escalating. We believe he will attack again tonight so we have put out a press release for women with children or pregnant women to stay vigilant. Thank you," Hotch finished, allowing the spectators to scramble away and get to work.

"I don't like the look of the local P.D., they are mad," Rossi whispered to Reid, catching Hotches attention and he nodded slightly.

"Let's hope they don't act unreasonably," Hotch muttered and Reid agreed, knowing that in a few hours, he had somewhere to be.

The team had begun relooking over the case, reviewing the details and trying to learn more about the victim so that they could understand the killer. Morgan and Emily decided to hang back at Quantico with Reid and review files, taking a break from the action of the field.

"Reid, you're working extra hard today, do you have somewhere to be?" Morgan teased, he knew exactly what his friend's plans were.

"Shut up, Morgan," Reid mutters and Emily burst out laughing.

"Yeah Morgan, is your sex life just that sad and boring?" Emily laughed and he rolled his eyes, leaning back in his chair and flicking open his file.

"My sex life is, for lack of a better word, euphoric. I'd just like to help the Good Doctor on his quest for love," He smirked and watched Spencer take his turn rolling his eyes, "You see, he's-"

Before Morgan could finish talking the trio's eyes were drawn to the man in handcuffs being walked through the bullpen. Hotch was screaming at the police chief, a man who was more than able to scream back. The man whom they had arrested was oddly familiar to Spencer but, he did not know why. They were walking him to an interrogation room and saw Hotch leave the chief alone and rushed towards the group.

"Local P.D. made an arrest, he fits aspects of the profile but, I'm not convinced, let's go," Hotch announced, Emily and Hotch immediately leapt up and followed their boss. Spencer hung back and took out his phone, a scowl taking over his face.

D4: Hey, something has come up with this case I have to stay here tonight, I am sorry.

Lacy was applying a layer of mascara when she heard her phone's notification. She decided that it wasn't going to stop her groove. She had her music on and was feeling excited about her date. She had nearly forgotten about the text until her phone started to ring. She moved away from her mirror and over to her bed and picked up the ringing phone.

"Hello?"

"This is she."

"On what charge?"

"Murder?!"