Façade//Spencer Reid

3. Meeting Spencer Reid

Y/N waited. She waited for a text, a call, even a goddamn email from him.

She sat in her hotel room, her phone on the bed. She waited for it to buzz. She waited to see his phone number pop up on her screen.

Whenever she travelled to a different state, her boss would book her a hotel for one night, mainly because she never needed to stick around longer than 24 hours. But this time, all she did was wait. Her boss hadn't sent her the next target and a specific timeframe. She hadn't been informed as to where she'd be travelling next.

The moment her phone buzzed on the bed, she picked it up and answered the call, holding her phone tightly to her ear.

"You're eager to kill again, aren't you?" He chuckled.

"Not at all. I'm simply excited to get out of here." Y/N admitted.

"Well, unfortunately, you're going to be in California for another day." He exhaled.

"What? No! I've travelled all over the fucking country because you choose victims who don't live in the same state!" Y/N growled.

"If I say that you're staying there, you're fucking staying there." He growled back.

"The moment I kill another victim or two in California, the police - or more importantly the FUCKING FEDS - will get involved! Last time I checked, you AVOID getting the Feds involved!" Y/N stated.

"Too bad, Y/N. I've got a few more victims that need to be disposed of ASAP." He chuckled.

"You're a real asshole, you know that?! How do I know that he's still alive? How do I know that you haven't already disposed of him!" Y/N cried.

"Don't worry. You're too valuable to me. You haven't disobeyed me, or betrayed me. You've refused to kill, but you haven't downright stopped. He will soon be released back to you, and you'll both be free." He exhaled.

"How do you I know that you're telling the truth?" Y/N asked.

"You'll receive a video of him, as proof of him still being alive. You've served me for 6 years. Your service will be over soon. I promise." His voice was sincere, genuine. Y/N hadn't ever heard this side of him.

"Alright. Who am I killing next?" Y/N asked, groaning.

"Their names are Katrina and Robert Norton." He began, explaining to her what she was to do.

Y/N had been serving him for 6 years. Every single murder that she had committed, he had given her precise instructions on how to kill his victims. He wanted her to kill his victims the same way her family was killed. Every woman's neck was to be sliced open. Every man was to be shot, execution style. Every son and young boy was to be shot in the heart before being hung. As for the daughters and young girls, he allowed them to be disposed of however Y/N saw fit. She'd shoot them, but not in spots that would kill them. Her boss wasn't pleased with her methods for killing the girls, but they were usually shot in spots that would assure their survival, until they died from other complications.

"Call me when the job is done. If...Feds...you, revert...protocol 3." His last order was barely audible. Stupid WIFI connection. The words that stuck out to Y/N were 'Feds' and 'Protocol 3'.

Y/N looked down at her phone, seeing two messages on her screen. The first message said 'Proof of life', with an attached video. Y/N watched the video and cried, happy that he was still alive.