My First Love [Spencer Reid Fanfic - 1]

Chapter 39 - Distress

"Our life is made by the death of others." - Leonardo da Vinci

It's been almost a week since I last spoke to Spencer outside of work. I even gave back the key he had given me.

I was in the break room when Morgan walked in. "Good morning, Pretty Girl." He greeted me with a warm smile.

"Good morning." I said softly.

Morgan raised his eyebrow. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." I lied.

"Come on, Cassie. I know you tell well to believe that crap."

"It's Spencer." I stated.

Morgan sighed. "I noticed he's acting weird, but he's still healing."

"I know but he shut me out." I complained. We started walking to the bullpen. "I just wish I could do more."

Spencer showed up and walked right past us, ignoring us. "Good morning, Reid." Morgan greeted him sarcastically.

"Morning." He replied while putting his satchel on his desk.

I sat on the desk across from him and glanced at Morgan. "What has gotten into you, kid?"

"I'm not a kid so I would appreciate if you stopped treating me like one." Spencer answered aggressively. He was fidgeting and his eyes were red, either from lack of sleep or from getting high.

"Then stop acting like one." Morgan yelled at him.

"Derek, just let it go." I begged him.

Spencer chuckled. "Yeah, Derek, just let it go. Do as your little girlfriend says."

His words hit me like a train and I could the tears threatening to fall. "You're out of line, Reid." Morgan said before turning to me. "Are you okay, Cass?" I nodded and Spencer scoffed.

"Maybe you could stop by her apartment and comfort her all you want." Spencer spat in anger. "I know how much you want to."

Morgan punched his desk. "Listen, she doesn't deserve your rage. You wanna be mad at me? Fine. Just leave her out of this." He was angry.

"I would have left her out of this if she hadn't gone to Gideon behind my back." Spencer grabbed his satchel and left. I knew my conversation with Gideon would eventually come back to haunt me.

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"Yesterday, a homeless man was found dead in an alley, his neck snapped." JJ showed us the images. "And today, a construction worker was found on a manhole, same MO."

"He could be homeless." I suggested.

"Do you think he was just defending his turf?" Emily asked.

Spencer scoffed. "This type of aggression suggests the unsub is controlled and is on a mission." He explained. "He's not just defending his turf." Spencer glared at Emily.

"Either way, we're going to Houston and investigate this case." Hotch said sternly. He picked up on the tension. "Wheels up in 30."

I stared at Spencer. "Asshole!" I mumbled and joined Morgan and Emily.

When we arrived at the police station, I watched Spencer heading to the bathroom and I followed him. I burst the door open, much to his surprise. "This is the man's bathroom?" He said with widened eyes.

"Show me your bag." I demanded.

"Are you insane?" He responded.

"If you're not taking Dilaudid, then show me your bag." I yelled. "Prove to me that you're only being an ass instead of a drug addict."

Spencer looked away, holding his satchel against his body tightly. "I have nothing to prove to you."

I averted my gaze from him and sighed. "You're right." I unclasped the medallion he gave me and placed it on the sink.

"Cassie..." Spencer spoke softly but I turned around and stormed out of the bathroom. I was done with him.

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We assumed the unsub was homeless so Hotch tasked me, Emily and Spencer to go to the homeless shelter near the crime scenes and deliver the profile, hoping someone would recognize the unsub.

Emily drove while Spencer sat on the back and I noticed he would give me occasional glances. There was a lady on the shelter so we approached her. "Hello. I'm Dr. Porter, this is Agent Prentiss and Dr. Reid." I introduced us. "We're with the FBI."

"We're looking for a man in his 40s, physically built, with possible military background who might have stayed here." Emily informed her.

"And why are you asking for him?" She questioned.

"He's committed multiple murders in the area and we believe he's highly aggressive and unstable so you should all be alert." Spencer blurted out.

I pinched his arm. "Spencer!" I scolded.

He glared at me. "What? These people deserve to know that there's a murderer on the loose who lacks moral compass so they can protect themselves."

The woman looked at us. "I'll give you the list of people who come to this shelter regularly."

"Thank you." I smiled compassionately.

Once we arrived outside, Emily and I were outraged. "What the hell was that, Reid?" She asked astounded.

Spencer shrugged. "I warned everyone of the situation. They could be in danger."

"I've never seen you act like this before." Emily confessed.

"Really Emily?" Spencer mocked her. "For the two minutes you've known me, you think you know how I usually act like."

"Shut up." I said almost inaudible.

Spencer turned to me. "I didn't hear it."

"Shut up!" I yelled, my blood boiling in anger. "You don't have a problem with me, or Emily, or Morgan. You have a problem with yourself cause you're too much of a coward to admit you need help." I stood mere inches away from him. "So shut up." I walked away with Emily right behind me. He needed some tough love.

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The unsub turned out to be a Special Ops Ranger who suffered from severe PTSD. He believed he was in combat and did what he had to in order to survive.

While on the jet, I was playing chess with Gideon while Spencer was reading. He didn't feel like playing today. "Any plans for Valentine's Day?" He asked.

"I never celebrate Valentine's Day." I gave him a weird look.

Spencer stared at me. "I hear the girls are planning a night out. You should join them." Gideon suggested.

I moved one of my chess pieces. "Check." I mused.

"Checkmate in 6." Spencer mumbled.

I looked at him and nodded. "How do you hear so much around the office?" I asked him with a raised eyebrow.

Gideon looked at me with a blank expression. "I never speak."

I laughed and we kept playing. My mentor was a weird one but he was wise. Perhaps, I should have fun with the girls and stop worrying about people who didn't care about me.

"If there must be trouble, let it be in my day, that my child may have peace." - Thomas Paine