Precious Love [Spencer Reid Fanfic - 2]

Chapter 1 - The Angel Maker

"We all die. The goal isn't to live forever. The goal is to create something that will." - Chuck Palahniuk

After Hotch decided to ask Morgan to train me (again), I was honestly over the moon. We've been working out together every morning to prepare me for the field.

I started panting as Morgan kept drilling in the obstacle course. "I can't take it anymore, Derek. Can we take a break?"

"Cass, you promised not to waste my time." Morgan stated as he glared at me, sweating like a freaking pig.

"And I'm not wasting your time but I thought you would teach me how to fight." I complained.

Morgan handed me a towel and a bottle of water. "Hand to hand combat requires endurance, agility and self-confidence. I'm not sure you're ready yet."

I took a huge gulp of the water and wiped the sweat off my face. "I promise you I'm ready. Even Hotch thinks I am."

"But I'm not Hotch, Pretty Girl." Morgan looked at me. "Now, let's get back to the course and see what you can do." He yelled, trying to pump me up.

I groaned in annoyance as I started jumping through the obstacle course. "You're such a drill sergeant."

"More working and less yappying." Morgan chuckled and I was ready to kick his ass. I hated him so much right now.

* * *

I was at my desk finishing my paperwork when Garcia approached me. "Hey, Sugar." She paused, noticing my skull. "What's that?"

"This is Norbert." I said patting the skull. "I have to write a paper on facial reconstruction and I keep him here to give inspiration."

Spencer looked at me adoringly. "It's adorable."

I smiled and nodded. "My man gets me."

Garcia raised an eyebrow and adjusted her glasses. "You two are the weirdest couple I've met."

"Like you and Kevin don't have your quirks." I rolled my eyes and Spencer chuckled.

"We have a case." JJ announced and we followed her while Garcia went back to her lair.

We entered the conference room and I sat next to Emily. "Delilah Grennan was found murdered in her home last night." JJ announced as we looked at the files. "She was beaten, raped and had post-mortem puncture wounds."

"That looks like the Angel Maker." I pointed out.

Hotch nodded. "Cortland Bryce Ryan, aka The Angel Maker, was executed one year ago. He would severely beat his victims with his fists, rape them, puncture their stomachs and pose them with their arms crossed."

"So someone is copying his MO." Morgan stated.

"We're going to Lower Canaan, Ohio. Wheels up in 30." Hotch announced.

I stayed behind and glanced at Hotch. "Were you cleared to fly?" I asked, concerned for my boss.

"Don't worry about it, Porter." He said before leaving the conference room.

"Is he okay?" Spencer asked while grabbing his satchel.

I sighed. "I don't know." We made our way outside to catch up with the others. I was really worried about Hotch. He was still reeling from the explosion that killed Kate Joyner.

* * *

Rossi and I went to the M.E's office to get the details on Delilah's autopsy. She was badly beaten, like something was slammed into her face over and over again.