idyllic | spencer reid.

sympathy

you're just like a pill
instead of making me better
you're making me ill

just like a pill - p!nk

spencer looked at her with sympathy and morgan, well, she couldn't really tell what he was feeling.
his brows were furrowed, and he had a concerned face, so she stuck with concern.

"cait....." spencer's head tilted slightly to the side, like a puppy who's owner had just said "walkies", his eyes wide, brows sad
"don't. i don't want any sympathy, i've gotten over it, i just need to work on forgiving her."
"caitlin. she might be killing these people. you got any idea where she is at least?" morgan asked, his hands holding on to eachother.

"i mean...not an address, but she works at taffy's. it's an art gallery like 30 minutes away from here. not sure where she lives." her eyes rested on the table, hesitant about telling FBI agents where her sister was so they could take her for questioning.

morgan took his phone out again, presumably calling that tech girl. she seems cool. cait thought.

"give it to me sugar," the half-familiar voice echoed throughout the room.
"baby, ima need you to get me an adress."
"you underestimate me. spill."
"maria stark."
after a few minutes of her fingers clacking at the keyboard, she spoke
"79 bullovard. that's like 17 minutes away approximately."
"who are you, reid?" morgan teased penelope.

spencer glared at him, earning a smile from cait.
she put her hands on top of his hesitantly.
suprisingly, even with his loath of germs, he didn't pull away.

"i am a woman of many talents." her smirk could almost be heard through the phone.
after morgan and penelope's banter, he flipped his phone shut, standing up.

"let's get her, pretty boy, you can see your girlfriend later." spencer was about to protest, with the "she's not my girlfriend!" stuff, but before he could speak caitlin said something.

"i can come..." she spoke, almost regretting her decision when she saw the look on both of their faces.
she continued to speak
"if she doesn't wanna go with you, i'll talk to her. she'll want to see me."

"cait, she could be armed." spencer tried to reason
"and? she's my sister. she wouldn't shoot me."
spencer gave her a look, as if he was considering it.
"i'm the person she wants to see the most. please."
"fine, but you're staying with us." morgan said, giving her a stern look.
caitlin nodded, her lips pursed as she quickly got up so she wasn't confronting her sister in her pyjamas.

79 boulevard ln.

she had just gotten out of the fancy government SUV, staring at her sisters door.
nothing fancy, just a small house she could imagine her living in.

the two men walked up to her door, morgan moving his fist to pound on it.
after a few moments, shuffling could be heard behind the door before it opened slowly to reveal a rather disheveled woman. her hair was in a messy high bun, baby hairs sticking in every direction, glasses sitting at the tip of her nose. she was clad in a white robe with purple bunny slippers on her feet.
"hi... can i help you?" she spoke quietly, she hadn't quite noticed caitlin yet.
"maria stark? we're here to ask you some questions."morgan held out his badge as did spencer.
"um..." she hesitated, looking around, before seeing caitlin.
"caiti-bug!" she smiled, as if nothing had happened.
"don't call me that."
"what, you a G-woman now?"
"...no.." she looked at maria as if she had smelt a dead body.
"why else would you be here?" maria leaned against the door, not practically letting them gain access to her house.
"ma'am we just want to ask you some questions, if it's okay." spencer butted in.
"fine." she moved aside, welcoming them in.

"so, caiti. what's new in life. any booooyysss??" she teased in a sing-song tone
"can't trust them the same after you." caitlin spat.
"right. cait, you have to understand, i had my reasons," maria whined
"there's no reason in the world valid enough unless you were held gunpoint. and considering it's you, i'd doubt that." cait shrugged her shoulders, moving to sit down on her couch.

maria just simply ignored her, gesturing to the couch for the agents to sit on.

spencer sat next to caitlin, rather close, but she didn't mind. it took all her might not to lean her head on his shoulder.
morgan sat next to reid, some reasonable distance between them.

"what makes you think i killed these people, cait? silly old me? your sister?" she had a fake upset look on her face, that she'd use whenever she'd lie to her parents about being hit by cait.

"the messages left on the body were similar to the messages you send caitlin." morgan intervened, the usual serious look on his face.

"well i'm flattered you think i'd be capable of this, but you know who i think would do it?"

"who?" spencer asked.

"matt baker." she said.

all colour drained from cait's face as that name was mentioned. spencer had taken notice of it and grabbed her hand.
she looked over to him with a slight smile, before he took out his phone and rang penelope.

"wattayah got, boy genius."
"what've you got on a matt baker?" spencer asked
"weeeelllll, dear matthew grew up not far from your very location, fairly wealthy parents and uhhh- oh...."
"what's up?"
"he died 3 months ago in a tragic car accident. he was DOA, the seatbelt choked him to death."

maria's smug smile faded.

"you've got no one else to frame mari. i don't know why you've bothered doing all this, if it only makes me hate you more... you're... disgusting." caitlin spat.

"cait, if you think that i'm doing this-"

"who else has ever had access to our messages? what's with the weird capitalisation?"

"it was a new phone, i typed weird. big deal."

"maria, we'd like to take you in to the station for questioning." morgan interrupted.

"wha- no!!! i've not killed anyone! cait, tell them i've not done anything!" she yelled as the two men guided her to her feet and out the door as caitlin followed not far behind.