My First Love [Spencer Reid Fanfic - 1]

Chapter 17 - A Real Rain

"Murder is unique in that it abolishes the party it injures, so that society must take the place of the victim and on his behalf demand atonement or grant forgiveness." - W. H. Auden

Spencer and I were in my apartment watching the best horror movie ever made, The Shining. He would much rather read the novel by Stephen King instead of Kubrick's masterpiece. "How can you enjoy this?" The genius and clueless boy asked with a confused expression.

"Come on, Spence. Stanley Kubrick was a visionary and created one of the most famous movies in existence." I defended.

"I just don't understand what is going on?" Spencer spoke softly. "Is the hotel haunted or is Jack Torrance suffering from a psychotic break?"

I stared at Mr. 187 and chuckled. "Why can't it be both?"

"Statistically speaking, it is highly unlikely that the same individual would be haunted and psychotic." He shook his head. "It just doesn't make sense."

"Okay." I turned to Spencer and crossed my legs on the couch. "Let's profile Jack Torrance."

His hazel eyes landed on my blue ones and a shy smile escaped his lips. "Alright. Jack Torrance, a white male in his 40s. He suffers from writer's block and believes a change in scenery will help, taking his wife and son to an isolated hotel for the winter."

"At the hotel, he starts acting erratically and suffers from hallucinations, which tells us he's having a psychotic break." I continued.

"He tries to kill his family due to his own delusions."

"And let's not forget that his son is some sort of psychic." I chuckled. "Also known as 'The Shining'."

Spencer looked at me with a puzzled expression. "Now everything makes sense." I beamed in glee and he took a handful of popcorn. "It's still stupid."

I threw popcorn at him and laughed. "You're stupid."

He threw the popcorn bowl on the floor and started to tickle me. "Who's stupid now?"

"Still you." I replied while he propped himself on top of me, tickling my sides while we both laughed. It felt good spending time with Spencer and acting like teenagers. Neither one of us had the chance to have a normal teen experience.

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Once Spencer and I arrived at the BAU, Hotch called us immediately. I sat between Spencer and Morgan and noticed he had a huge grin on his face. "Why are you so giddy, Morgan?" I asked with a raised brow.

He leaned closer to me and whispered. "Pretty Boy hasn't stopped smiling and I think it has something to do with the pretty blonde sitting next to him."

"And that, Derek Morgan, is why you're still single." I smirked. "You're annoying."

Hotch entered the room and nodded at JJ. "Rachel Holman, Kaveh Surrani and Walter Derbin were all murdered in less than a month in New York."

"Same MO?" Morgan questioned.

JJ clicked the remote and nodded. "All of them were shot with a Beretta, were stabbed in the ear and blindfolded post mortem."

"The blindfolding of the victims suggests remorse." I analyzed.

"Or it could be his signature." Gideon stated.

"The victims are all random. He doesn't have a type." Elle chimed in.

Hotch closed the file and stood up. "We're all going to New York. Wheels up in 30."