Unexpected Connections | Spencer Reid

Here's Johnny

Clara

I saw him last night. He's in Virginia. He was at the Hospital. He knows where I am. It couldn't have been him, he was just in Iowa.

These are all thoughts rushing through my head as Spencer gets ready for work, leaving me by myself until about 5 pm. I have the day off, originally I wasn't suppose to but Annie and I switched shifts.

"Why are you even awake?" Spencer comes back in from the bathroom, I brush away the real reasons behind me being up so early but saying I wanted to say goodbye.

"Plus, I have lots of packing to do. Of course I know I can't bring everything but that just me i have a whole apartment worth of things to go through." Spencer stands in front of the mirror to fix his tie, I can't help but admire his perfect face.

"See you later, I love you." I smile at him form the warmth of his bed, Spencer turns and returns the same look.

"I love you." He leans in to kiss my forehead and then he's out the door. I sit up in bed, now alone. I take one of spencer's t shirts and pull a pair of cotton shorts on that i've had laying around. It's only May the heat is rolling in on us.

When i step outside though it's nice out, really nice out. My apartment is about a 20 minute walk from Spencer's so I decide with the weather being nice, and the sun starting to rise, i'll walk this morning.

I haven't been to my own apartment in at least a week, it doesn't feel like home anymore. It just feels lonely. I spend the day packing things in boxes and trash bags, separating between keep and donate. Or send to Harper.

When I finally take a break the time is a little past noon, i've been packing since 7 am. I go to the kitchen and open the fridge, it's practically all empty. I sigh and open the cabinet next to me. My phone dings and I set the jar of peanut butter down to grab it off the counter. It's Spencer.

I come bearing lunch

Thank you Jesus.

I open the front door and he's standing there with a bag from i'm not sure where.

"What is it?" I question, taking it from his hands to set it on the counter, he must bend on his lunch break right now. I wonder how long he has?

"Rossi's pasta." He grins at me, my mouth waters. If i was going to die this would be my last meal.

"You know," I say in between chewing my food, Spencer makes a face at me. His pet peeve is when I try to talk with food in my mouth.

"I think I love Rossi's cooking more than you." I flash him a little smirk and he glares at me. He's know i'm joking but he still pretends to be offended. We continue to go back and forth over foods we like more than each other. It ends with a final "I think my favorite meal might be you though." From Spencer which causes me get red faced.

"I should get going." Spencer stands up from the table and takes both our plates to the sink, I frown at him. He frowns back.

"I will see you later," He pokes my nose. "I'll come by and pick you up from here when i get off." I can agree to those terms and watch as shuts the door behind him. Leaving me to continue packing.

Not even 20 minutes later there's knock at the door, I smile to myself.

"What, did you forget something?" I smile, opening the door expecting to see Spencer there on the other side.

It's not him though. I met with a different face.

"Clara." He looks at me with wide eyes. I try to slam the door shut but he holds it open.

"Go away!" I scream trying to push the door shut even though deep down I know it's no use.

"I'm going to call the cops John! My boyfriend works for the FBI!" I run to the bathroom and lock the don't behind me as fast I can, I'm shaking. This can't be real.

"Oh, I know, Clara. I know all about, Dr. Spencer Reid." I can hear his footsteps, he knows where I am. I reach in my pocket to pull my phone out but it's not there. Fuck. It's sitting on my couch. I left it on the fucking couch.

"You have three seconds to get out before I call them." I yell at him but he just taps on the door.

"See, you're not going to do that. Because i'm holding your phone right now Clara Belle." I wince at that name, I haven't heard it in so long. I wish it could have stayed that way. The door knob is turning but the door is locked, he can't get in.

"Unlock the door. I just want to talk." His voice is cold, mean. It hasn't changed one bit.

I stay silent, John begins to bang on the door. Harder and harder and harder.

"Leave me alone Johnathan!" I scream, tears stinging my face in fear.

The door crashes open and i back up against the wall, no please. I shake my head back and forth. John grabs my ankles and rips me out of the bathroom, tossing me the center of my floor. He downs to my face and takes a deep breath.

"Please," I beg in a soft, shaken, tone. He taps his fingers tips along the wooden floors.

"It's too late for that Clara. I'm sorry, but this the way it has to be. Bosses orders." He grabs my hair and pulls be up, I yelp in pain. Both of his hands are on each of my shoulders as he pushes me up against the counter. My heart is racing, I'm petrified. I feel frozen in place, I can't even think straight. He leans closer to my face and is just breathing in my ear. In attempt to get free I shove my elbow to his jaw but when I try to make a break for it he slams my head into the counter.

I groan in pain, my head is spinning. "You fuckign bitch." He grabs my hair again and slams my face back into the counter.

That's the last thing I remember.

When I come to again, my head is pounding. I taste blood on my mouth, the lights are dim. so don't know where I am.

"Good morning sunshine." A voice chimes at me, i flinch back, but it's not John.

"Don't worry, he's not here at the moment." It's a female voice but I can't quite see clear yet, just her outline. She's sitting in front of me. I blink a few times and see that she has short dark brown hair, she's in all black. She also looks like a superficial cunt.

"Who are you? Why are you doing this to me?" I tremble and she smiles at me, then she frowns.

"It doesn't matter who I am, all that matters is you have something that belongs to me." I try to think about what she could possibly mean. Is this some type of riddle?

"You look confused, let me make it easier for you." She reaches into a bag, my body tightens, she throws a series of pictures down to the ground in front of me. It's pictures of me and Spencer. She's been following us for at least two months.

"You have Spencie, and he belongs to me." She stands up and when a noise is made behind her she turns her head.

"Oh, here's Johnny." She smiles at me, met him in Iowa not too long ago. Of course she got him to help her, but what's in it for him? What could she have promised him?

"So unfortunately, Clara." She lets my name linger of her tongue. "You're going to end up just like little Maeve." She laughs behind me and I felt tears prickling my eyes again.

"He's going to find you, he probably already knows that I'm gone." I pray that he does, I don't know what time it is, it's like we're some warehouse, or a basement. I don't know.

"Don't worry, you won't go anywhere until he's right here, in front of you." She comes back around the see my face and I feel like I might hurl.

The woman leaves the room leaving me alone with John.

"You know I love you Clara." I can't even bare to look at me. I know what he's capable of.

"If you loved me you wouldn't be doing this," I spit at him and he grabs my face.

"I'm doing this because I love you." He forces his lips to mine and I cry.

Some things never die.

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AN: Yikes. srry guys. 😝