Ghost of You ~ Spencer Reid

Ch. 19 | The Devil and Her Right Hand Man

"I love it and I hate it at the same time. You and I drink the poison from the same vine."
-Daylight, David Kushner

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November, 2019:

"What?" I heard from down the hall. Emily had been on the phone for the past hour, and no one knew what it was about. I was sent to check up on her, but the next words that would fall from her lips would change everything. "How did Cat Adams escape from jail and nobody tell us? Glad you've caught her now. Please bring her in."

"What?" I spoke out in shock. Emily quickly whipped around to face me.

"I'll call you back in a second." She said into the phone then hung up. "Y/n, you weren't supposed to hear that..."

"There's no way...I've only ever read about her..."

"There more," Emily spoke grimly. "Another body was just found. The object with it was an origami butterfly."

It was too late as those last words fell from her lips, Emily was chasing after me down the halls of Quantico, but I couldn't hear the clicking of her heels due to the roaring in my ears.

There was no way this was possible right?

I opened the door to Garcia's bat cave and she swiveled around in her chair surprised. "Garcia pull up the Russian book and figure out the damn title," I snapped.

"Y/n," Emily scolded me as she arrived into the room behind me.

"Hurry up," I replied, as Garcia began working her magic without question. She pulled up the image of the book, enhanced it, then translated it at lightning speed, realizing the urgency.

"It translates to...A Conversation without Witness...It's a Russian play," Garcia explained, but I figured it would be something along those lines.

"That bastard," I muttered, storming out of the room once again, now both Garcia and Prentiss at my heels as I went into the conference room and I walked up to the evidence board.

"The first object- The black suit jacket- is Spencer's. He lent it to me when I fell in a pool once," I said gesturing to one of the images on the board, then I moved my hand to the next. "The second object- a Russian book- which has a movie adaptation I watched with Spencer years ago. The third object- a chess piece- I used to play against him on plane rides years ago. He always won." I was facing the board, then I turned to grab the new photo of the origami buttery and place it next to the photos of the other objects. "The fourth object- an origami butterfly- is something we made together on what should've been our first date. Instead it was also out last...or so I thought." I finally turned around to be met with everyone's faces, not just Garcia and Emily's.

"Y/n what you're saying...he's dead," JJ tried to reason.

"We...we buried him?" Garcia questioned, tearing brimming in her eyes behind her glasses.

"It was closed casket," Luke stated. "Maybe he was trying to tell us he was alive all along."

"Not us," Rossi spoke. "He was trying to tell y/n."

"How are we supposed to locate him though?" Tara asked, crossing her arms.

"We have his accomplice in custody." I winced as Emily reminded me that all this time he'd been with Cat Adams, when he could've been with anyone else. He could've been with me. All he had to do was ask for help and he chose not to. Emily continued speaking, "And we're some of the people who know him better than anyone. We can locate him easily."