My First Love [Spencer Reid Fanfic - 1]

Chapter 5 - Broken Mirror

"When a good man is hurt, all who would be called good must suffer with him." - Euripedes

My father, Arthur Porter, was an old-fashioned man. He believed the world should be black and white due to his job as a judge. Even though he was a Republican, my father believed the judicial system should be more liberal regarding its rules in court. He thought, sometimes, prosecutors had a hard time interrogating the witnesses due to the hard conduct in court. He used to be a prosecutor, after all.

"Good morning, dad!" I greeted him as soon as I got to the bistro. He called me for brunch, something he never did.

"Good morning, Jitterbug!" My dad kissed my cheek and smiled softly. He always called me jitterbug because I used to a very restless child. "You look lovely."

I sat down and placed the napkin on my lap. "Sorry, I couldn't dress up more but I have to go to work after our brunch."

"Don't be silly! You're the prettiest girl here." He winked at me and ordered two glasses of orange juice. "I believe you won't be drinking."

"Not before work." I nodded. "You're lucky Hotch said I could come in late. He has you in high regards."

"Aaron Hotchner was a very promising prosecutor." My father looked at his phone. "It was heartbreaking when he left."

Our orange juices arrived and we decided to order some food. "Is everything okay?" I asked.

My dad held my hand and smiled, his blue eyes looking at mine. "Nothing's wrong with our family, if that is what you're implying." I nodded and his expression turned into a stern one. "But I do need a favor."

"What is it, daddy?" I asked worried about his sudden change in demeanor.

"Do you remember the Davenports?" I nodded silently and he raised his eyebrows. "Patricia Davenport was abducted last night."

I took a sip of my beverage and glanced at my dad. "She's a little younger than me, right?" My dad nodded and I wiped my lips delicately. "Why do you need my help?"

"Well, you work for the FBI and Evan Davenport is an old friend." He stated. "He gets threats all the time due to his job but this is different. It seems the abduction has more to do with Patricia."

"She's the target." I confirmed. "Do you think there's a serial killer in New Haven?"

My dad stared at me. "Let's hope not. Please, ask Aaron to look into this." I nodded and texted JJ so she could present the case to the team. If it came from me, Hotch would probably say no.

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I stepped inside the room and sat next to Morgan. JJ walked in and grabbed the remote. "Patricia Davenport was abducted last night at a deserted road and her boyfriend Jordan was shot in the face."

"Why is this a case?" Morgan asked confused.

Hotch looked at and I sighed. "Trish is Evan Davenport's daughter. He's an Executive Assistant U.S. Attorney and asked my father for help." I explained. "I believe the abduction has nothing to do with Mr. Davenport."

"And why is that?" Elle asked.

"The unnecessary murder of Jordan. If the unsub wanted to scare Davenport, he wouldn't have shot someone. At this point, we could assume that Trish is dead considering the amount of rage present at the scene." I commented.

"How do you the Davenports?" Gideon asked.

"I lived in New Haven for most of my life and the Davenports were our neighbors." I replied. "Trish and Cheryl used to go to my house for playdates." I smiled at the memory. The girls were always fun to be around and I was the only one who could tell them apart.