Tear In My Heart

Chapter Three

*Sarah's POV*

I sit myself down on the plane next to the window and blow at my hot coffee. I always try to get the window seat on planes, I just love looking out of the window. It calms me from thinking about how high up in the sky I am.

Just after the jet sets off, Derek comes down to sit next to me.
"You okay, babe?" he asks me whilst placing his hand and interlocking our fingers.
"Yeah, sorry. I was just in another place."
"A good place?"
"Hm, sure." I try to say as convincingly as possible. I was thinking about my father. Derek doesn't know. I don't feel I can tell him things like this. Yeah, he's sweet but I'm just not sure if I feel comfortable enough with him yet to confide with him with something like this.
"Come on, honey. You're hiding something"
"Just leave it. Okay?" I say harshly, take my hand away and position myself away from him to look out of the window.
Spencer looks up from the book he's reading and looks straight at me. I try to ignore it for a while but then look back at him. He looks away when he notices I'm staring back. I keep looking at him. He's mesmerizing. I don't know what it is about him that intrigues me so much. He looks back up a while later after looking awkwardly at his book and not turning any pages. I smile and blush. He does the same. It gives my stomach butterflies and I can't help but feeling happy for the rest of the journey.

Hotch explains that we should all go to the local PD together as we don't know too much about the case so far. Just that someone is kidnapping university students in the area and leaving them dead outside their family's home. How pleasant(!)

JJ, Rossi, Spencer and I jump into one car, and some into others. Rossi and JJ take the two front seats leaving Reid and I to hop into the back.

"Are you okay?" I ask Spencer in a sweet tone to not startle him from his daydream.
He turns quickly to me. "Yeah, just worried about the case. It's horrible what this person. They've got to be a sadist. I mean, you can't not be a sadist and enjoy this type of thing. I know what people can go through, but killing people because of what happened to you is never going to solve anything." he begins to go on. "Sorry, I'm rambling."
"It's okay, I like listening." I say with a little smile tugging at my mouth. He chuckles.
"That's pretty strange. Most people cut me off an-"
"I guess I'm not most people." I say whilst cutting him off jokingly. He laughs again.

When we get to the station, everything is already set up for us. The sheriff explains everything and then brings in a few boxes labelled as 'EVIDENCE'. We all split up but Hotch wants Spencer and I to stay and look over every victim's background history. I guess that's reasonable since I can read really quite quickly. I don't know how many words per minute but I do have an IQ that ranges somewhere around 170 or so.

Just before they all set off, Derek tries to kiss me goodbye but I dodge it and make him kiss me on the cheek, still angry at him from before. He doesn't understand these things, he never takes anything seriously and it can be annoying at times. He furrows his eyebrows showing his hurt as he pulls away. I walk away and head to the coffee machine before asking Spencer if he wanted one. Black with five sugars. Wow, I'm surprised his teeth don't rot out.

I bring the coffee back to the room they have set up for us and sit myself on a spinny chair and put my feet up on the table as Spencer is pinning up a map on a board and begins to draw points on the map. He looks in his element. It's fascinating to watch. He jumps when I cough from my tickly throat and takes the coffee from my hand. His fingers brush past mine and it feels electric. He thanks me and pushes his hair behind his ears.

"So, he stays pretty close to one area and all of the girls are pretty and blonde, quite similar to you really." He accidentally slips out, and blushes crimson in embarrassment. "The marks on their wrists seem to be quite new so maybe they went home with him and didn't know what they were letting themselves in for." He continues.
"So, maybe he met them at a bar or some kind of social gathering. He's got to be reasonably attractive and charming to get them to come home with him and most likely around the same age as the victims. He may even be a student at the university which means that they would be familiar to the victims which would give them another reason to go with him. They'd think he's safe." I say quickly as all of the ideas come rushing into my head.
"So sociable, charming, attractive and probably a student."
"It's not much to go on so far."

A while later and we still don't get much further. I groan in annoyance.
"I know, it gets irritating. Don't worry. I'm sure we'll hit a breakthrough sometime soon." He says with a reassuring smile. He's so sweet.

After discovering a few things after speaking to the families and friends it's getting late. I sit on the sofa in the room we are given, I begin to feel my eyes droop.

I'm asleep.

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A/N:

I just wanted to let you know that I'm British so if I use different words and expressions you know why.
It's great to finally get into a slightly longer chapter. Thanks for reading. It means a lot.