Secrets I Have Held In My Heart

Chapter 43

I don't think Auggie and I are ever moving back home. It doesn't take this long to fix a broken window. Not to mention, we are sort of being hunted by people who want to kill my son father so...not the best of circumstances right now. Even if we weren't being hunted down like prey by literal pedophiles, August would give me hell pulling him away from his father.

And on top of us being hunted, them knowing where we live now, and trying to keep up appearances at work and not letting it slip that I have literally moved in with the UNSUB that Hotch is actively trying to put away who, oh yeah, used to be apart of the team, is that I have to tell Auggie that Spencer is indeed his father which I don't know how that will go and I'm terrified.

But for now I'll keep it under wraps. I shouldn't, but I will.

And by god this UNSUB is killing us all. The Investigation has been going on for days now, and the tension is palpable within the team. The case has hit home to all of us, and has taken a toll on our emotional well-being.

In the dimly lit conference room, I sit at the head of the table, surrounded by my team members. The evidence board is covered with photographs, newspaper clippings, and notes, each telling a fragmented story of the UNSUB's journey. Despite our collective efforts, we're no closer to identifying the killer.

Emily is the first to break the silence. "We've analyzed the crime scenes, interviewed witnesses, and reviewed every bit of evidence, but we're hitting dead ends, Hotch. It's like the UNSUB is always one step ahead."

My frustration grows with each passing day. I've become a pawn in the UNSUB's twisted game, receiving notes that taunt me, seemingly mocking the inability to stop the killings. I run a hand through my hair, my voice trembling with a mix of anger and sorrow. "I can't help but feel responsible. These girls are being targeted because of their resemblance to me as these two have graciously pointed out as a joke and turned out to be true," I say, pointing to JJ and Emily, "It's my face that's putting them in danger. How do you even find this many people with the same face?"

JJ leans forward, her voice filled with empathy. "Camilla, remember that this isn't your fault. We'll find them."

I nod, my head resting in my hand. I know we're all doing the best we can, but the weight of the situation is crushing my spirit. I can't help but question my own role in the investigation, wondering if I should just let them do this. Maybe if I go back home, then this would all stop. But I don't know what I've done to make this happen in the first place so I guess I can't go home.

  "We've been analyzing the notes left by the UNSUB," I say, "There are probably patterns or hidden messages that Penelope could probably figure out. If we had boy wonder that would be even better. Both of them together."

Hotch snaps his head towards me, trying to keep it cool. As everyone looks down at either their iPads or the whiteboard, I widen my eyes at Hotch trying to get across the idea that we both have to act normal about Spencer killing people- even though I've kind of come to terms that they were quite justifiable- and not let on to the others that he's doing this, obviously.

I just hope that after resting our eyes, there's a hidden message that holds the key to unraveling the UNSUB's twisted motives and actually, I could probably send some of these to Spencer and ask his opinion.

The room is cloaked in darkness as I sleep peacefully. The rhythmic sound of my breathing filling the air. Suddenly, the silence is shattered by a piercing chime of my phone. I stir, my eyes fluttering open as I reach out for the phone on the nearby nightstand. A sense of foreboding grips me as I read the senders name.

With a trembling hand, I unlock my phone and open the message. The screen illuminates my face, casting an eerie glow as my eyes scan the words before me.

We'll be watching

My heart pounds in my chest, my body paralyzed by a mixture of fear and confusion. The message is cryptic, its silent veiled in a shroud of darkness. I know the sender. I don't need to surf through my mind to find who I think it may be but panic still swells within me.