Precious Love [Spencer Reid Fanfic - 2]

Chapter 7 - Masterpiece

"Let us consider that we are all insane. It will explain us to each other. It will unriddle many riddles." - Mark Twain

It was that time of the year again. Rossi picked me and Spencer to be part of his lecture at Stayer University in Fredericksburg, Virginia. It was quite a honor.

Rossi smiled at the crowd of students. "How many of you want to be profilers?" Everyone raised their hands. "Of course. Being a profiler in the FBI is the equivalent of being a doctor."

"Debatable." I mumbled and they laughed, causing Rossi to roll his eyes.

Spencer smiled widely. "Would you like to hear a joke?"

I was very excited about the joke but Rossi discouraged it. "Are you sure, kid?"

My boyfriend nodded and I interlocked my fingers. "How many existentialists does it take to screw a lightbulb?" His eyes were shining and I could tell it was a good joke.

"Don't." Rossi said with clenched teeth.

"Two." Spencer looked around the room. "One to change the lightbulb and one to observe how it symbolizes an incandescent beacon of subjectivity in a netherworld of cosmic nothingness." He chuckled and I couldn't help but laugh. It was funny!

No one else laughed and Rossi stood up. "That's right, there's two of them." He pointed at us. "At least the blonde one is pretty." Everyone laughed at Rossi's remark and the bell rang. It was time to leave.

As we reached the stairs of the University, a middle aged man with long white hair approached us. "I enjoyed your joke, Dr. Reid." The man didn't offer his hand and Spencer was surprised. "And the way you were able to use Microexpressions to subdue an armed man was absolutely impressive, Dr. Porter." He smiled at me and I felt uneasy. "I'm professor Paul Rothschild and I'm a big fan."

Rossi glanced at me and I gave him a weird look. "Perhaps you could help me with a case." The professor handed Rossi a file and we examined it. Inside, were multiple pictures of seven different women. "They're all dead." His grin grew wider. "And there are five more missing people that you need to find." He started laughing maniacally and the three of us just stared at the crazy man. What did he want?

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"I never have any normal fans." Spencer complained.

I flicked him on the forehead and grinned. "I'm your fan."

"Then I don't need anyone else to admire my work cause I have the smartest fan in the world." He smiled and I gave him the finger before joining Morgan in the interrogation room.

"Professor Rothschild, right?" I asked as I sat across from him. "You claimed to have taken the lives of seven women."

The man smirked and Morgan was ready to smack him. "I didn't claim a thing, Dr. Porter." He leaned forward. "I killed those women."

I furrowed my eyebrows and observed the man. He looked too calm and it bothered me. "Why confess? Those women weren't on our radar." I challenged him.

"Imagine what the world would have missed if da Vinci never showed his work." His smug expression was annoying me.

Morgan smirked. "You did not just compare yourself to one of the most significant artists in History..."

The man grinned widely. "Those murders were my masterpiece. Why should I keep that to myself?"

"You believe you're an accomplished being, don't you?" I asked with disdain. "You could've kept quiet but you decided to tell us what you did. Why? Because you outsmarted us?"