Crimes Against The Heart (Spencer Reid X OC)

A Thin Wire of Patience

Scotland Yard is tall and fancy and made entirely out of brick, crammed in between two other buildings like most architecture in London.

The inside is a writhing chaos of people and paper. Calls from here to there rushed 'excuse me's, stacks upon stacks of files.

There's one particular desk surrounded by a number of men. Surely enough, one of them is Spencer.

Marceline waited patiently, not sure when to actually tell Spencer she was there. She instead took a view of her surroundings, she'd never seen anything so.. beautiful, so well put together, or at least from the outside. The inside reminded her what the bar looked like on most Fridays

When the men disperse, Spencer walks up to her.

He's washed up and changed, though his clothes are much in the same style as yesterday's.

"Miss Lyra," he says, a smile playing on his face. "I'm glad you could make it."

She smiled, "Yeah I almost got lost in the way but I always seem to manage."

He goes to stand beside her, motioning with his chin towards the desk he was at.

"That's Inspector Abberline's. He's head of the case. We, uh. We got a letter today."

Abberline has a big mustache and a receding hairline, despite looking fairly young otherwise. He pores over a piece of paper, head on his hands.

"We've gotten others before, but this one has, um. A kidney."

"A kidney?? Like human?" She quietly gasped, darting her eyes between the inspector and Spencer. "Oh my god..." she covered her mouth, at the thought of it, "I think I'm gonna be sick."

"Oh. Lord. Uh."

He reaches over to grab her shoulders and shoots a look at Abberline. He seems taken with the letter. He turns you back to the hallway.

"The restrooms are this way. Let's go."

She rushed to the bathroom, barely making it before she threw up that morning's breakfast. She wiped her face and swished water into her mouth. She sighed.

Spencer stands guard in the hallway, pacing back and forth. He's even more concerned than when the kidney fell out of the envelope and hit Abberline's desk with a wet thud. He should've considered that not everybody's as used to the gore of his work as he is.

"Marce- Miss Lyra? Is everything alright in there?"

"Yup yup, I'm good. Just didn't expect to see a kidney first thing this morning," she shouted out. Once freshened up, she walked out of the restroom with an obvious redness on her face. "I'm sorry," she said lowly.

His face, in contrast, is pale.

"Sorry? No, no I'm sorry. Sometimes I forget that this type of thing is... not normal. For everybody."

She smiled sheepishly, "So, the interview? Who's... um going to interview me?" she cleared her throat

Spencer cranes his neck towards the bullpen area.

"Well," he starts, "It'd usually be an officer, but we don't get many material witnesses. I don't think I'd be much use for it, since I was there too. I wrote my own report in the morning... So..."

Here trails off. Before walking off towards the desks, he brushes his fingers over the back of Marceline's hand, a wordless indication to follow.

"We must have interviewed upwards of a hundred people by now," he mutters, dodging his way around people, "But only three material witnesses. Inspector Abberline?"