Ineffable - S.REID

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・゜゜・．FIVE DAYS LATER .・゜゜・

Their current case had a certain fear factor and unsettling feeling that Clara could not part with. The unsub would kill people in the dark and always leave a survivor to deal with the aftermath of witnessing and having such horrible things done to them. Spencer, Clara and JJ had been sitting at the same table in a precinct in LA, trying to figure out what the motive was for this killer. There were no common things with any of the cases, despite the darkness, making it truly difficult to come to any sort of ideas.

"I mean he has to have been doing it for years. At least fifteen, twenty? It's too sophisticated to be new. Lack of cases in LA suggests constant moving," JJ reasoned, adding to the discussion where they had been throwing ideas about for at least an hour.

Prentiss and a man walked into the room, both heading directly to the board of pictures and various theories whilst he continued to talk about whatever they had been discussing beforehand, "I've always believed that things happen for a reason. It's hard to find a reason for this, though. Utterly meaningless crimes, no obvious motivation, pure evil."

"Evil can't be scientifically defined. It's an illusory moral concept that doesn't exist in nature. Its origins and connotations have been inextricably linked to religion and mythology. This offender has shown no signs of any belief. Hi...I'm Spencer Reid," he rambled, greeting the man in his usual way with a wave.

"Matt Spicer," he introduced, then looked to the two women in the room, awaiting their introduction.

"Clara Davia," she smiled and flicked her eyes back to the board again, beginning to click her pen under the desk.

"Jennifer Jareau. The media's been asking for you," JJ introduced, choosing to shake his hand unlike the other two.

"Yeah, well, nobody else around here wants to talk to them. I figure it hasn't hurt me yet," he chuckled.

Clara, tuning out JJ and Spicer's conversation, turned to Spencer and dropped her voice to a whisper, "Darkness, hiding. I think he's trying to hide himself as well as using it as a power technique...Perhaps a shortcoming of some sorts, the want to fit in. Which then leads to solitude and personality issues.... Which leads to the violent nature of these cases. And the cases are all from a specific jurisdiction, what if it's something to do with the two detectives?"

He nodded, completely agreeing with all that she had been saying, and reached across the table for his phone. "I'll call Garcia and see where she's gotten with the cases, we're going to need all the files."

-

Clara, Morgan and Spicer had all headed to his home after realising that the Unsub would be after Spicer's daughter Ellie. Their hurried storm into the building and check for human presence had come up empty, apart from various pieces of evidence that led them to come to the realisation that the unsub had taken his daughter and sister. They had originally thought that the Unsub would take them to her sisters home and headed there first but as the lights cut off for the entirety of LA they realised that they were heading in the wrong direction completely. However the phones had completely cut out so they could not inform the BAU of the change of plans, just hoped that they would figure it out eventually.

"You guys go inside, i'll stay outside and try to get a vantage point," Clara broke the silence as Morgan slowed down the car as they approached the house. They wanted to go as quietly as possible, needing all advantages that they could get, but Spicer was incredibly against the change from high speed travel to low speed.

Spicer turned to the back seat, asking, "On your own, Davia?"

She nodded quickly, "Somethings telling me you're going to need me."

"Alright," Morgan responded as the car came to a complete stop, hidden behind a tree.

"You trust a feeling?" Spicer asked in bewilderment, turning to Morgan with the question. He could not believe that he would be for the endangerment of one of his fellow agents just because of a feeling.

"Clara's feelings are never wrong," Morgan explained quickly, looking towards the dark house where even darker things were undoubtedly occurring. "But we really should be waiting for backup."

"There's no time!" Spincer almost yelled in desperation before hopping out of the car, hurrying towards the building. The BAU agents had no choice but to run after him, Morgan entering the house whilst Clara started to slowly wander around the perimeter. She took her time around the outside of the house, glancing into every window to ee if there were the shadows of people or any sort of sound could be heard from the inside. She kept her torch off as to not alarm anyone inside which made moving around the various obstacles on the porch around the house rather difficult but she managed, not making a sound.

Suddenly she froze outside a specific window after hearing a yell from within. "Spicer, don't do it! He doesn't kill children, you know that!" Morgan yelled, his voice incredibly pained and thick with fear. She took that as the sign her body had told her would arrive and hurried into the house. She crept silently, moving through the house and towards the yells. Luckily the door had been left open. She watched as Spicer dropped his gun, slowly moving across the floorboards when the Unsub spoke incase the floorboards happened to make a sound.

She tucked herself into the nearest room when he pressed a gun to Spicers head, both their backs to her. Everyone inside the room yelled pleas and other screams that all blurred into one as she focused her gun on the Unsubs arm. As he took the safety off the gun, she fired the first shot into his hand. The gun clattered to the floor as she shot a second to the middle of the Unsubs chest. Spicer acted before he could fall to the floor, tugging the man down and into handcuffs even though the blood pouring from him pretty much rendered him immobile. Morgan, even though it took all the energy he had left, moved to kick the gun away from everyone just as Clara ran into the room. "Everyone okay?" she asked quickly whilst placing the gun back into her holster. As they all nodded and thanked her profusely, she moved across the room and untaped everyone's hands and ankles whilst the Unsub lay face down on the floorboards.

"Nice shot Davia," Morgan complimented. She turned to make some sort of sarcastic comment but halted her response when she finally noticed the blood that stained his teeth and sept from a wound in his head. She had never seen such pain within him.

"Shit Morgan," she whispered, sitting down on the floor next to him whilst she checked out the cut on his head. The family were hugging on the bed collectively so she didn't want to talk too loudly, not wanting to ruin their moment. He attempted to laugh off her concern but all that came out were winces of pain. "Phones are out, I can't call anyone."

He took a deep breath, gritting his teeth as he responded, "We're good, they'll find us in time. He'll be dead before then."

"Good," Spicer responded as the Unsubs breaths started to rattle, his arms still tightly wrapped around his crying daughter.

The BAU found them within the hour and, though Morgan and Spicers sister had been rushed to hospital, there were no casualties apart from the murderer whom she had no reluctance in killing. People like that didn't deserve to live.