Profile//Spencer Reid//Criminal Minds

Chapter Eight

After we got back, Reid wanted to hang out. We went to meet at the coffee shop, but he never showed. I just went home and cried. Of course, he would do this, I should have seen this coming. He ran..again. I just went into work the next day. He was there, waiting for me. The entire the team was chatting when he came over to me.

"Can we talk?" He asks.

"We have nothing to talk about."

"About yesterday-"

"About yesterday, you didn't show because you were too busy doing what? Gloating about yourself?" I snap.

"I don't know what happened, I couldn't op-"

"I honestly don't give a crap about you opening the damn door Spencer, you get my hopes up and then you tear them down. I love you but you're being an ass." I snap back.

"You don't understand." He says.

"What don't I understand Spencer?" I yell.

"I-I don't know."

"That's it Reid, huh? That's really all you have? You're a genius and that the best excuse you have?" I chuckle.

"I'm going home until you decide to s-"

"I love you okay?!" He yells at me. "Last time I felt like this about someone was Maeve and she's dead, I love my Mom and she's in a mental hospital in Vegas, everyone I love ends up dead or crazy, not you, I can't. I don't want to do this because I don't want to feel this way again. I don't want anything to happen to you."

"Save yourself, Spencer." I scoff before walking past him to the conference room. I sit in my usual seat, facing the board.

"Franklin Park. Des Plaines, yesterday afternoon. It's the third shooting in 2 weeks." Garcia says.

"A sniper?" Morgan asks.

"No, a sniper is a professional marksmen." I say, reading over the file.

"These guys aren't snipers, they're L.D.S.K." Hotch says. Everyone looks around with confused looks across their faces.

"Long Distance Serial Killers." I assure them.

"First and only fatality, Henry Sachs, married, father of 3, was shot in a shopping center parking lot. Doug Miller and Kevin Parks were playing basketball at the community center. Franklin Park, four days later, Jerry Middleton, Kate Murray, and Tim Reilly. No known link between the victims." Garcia explains.

"Ballistics?" I ask.

"He's using frangible rounds which fragment on impact." Reid says.

"Which makes them almost impossible to identify." I reply.

"The good news is, all the victims are gonna make it. The bad news is, none of them saw anything." Garcia says.

"Wheels up in twenty." Hotch says and leaves the conference room. I follow JJ out but someone grabs my hand. I quickly know that it's Reid but snatch my hand away. He's talking behind me but I don't listen.

"Reid leave me alone." I say but he just keeps talking. I turn around and grab his wrist. "Fine."

I pull him into Hotch's office and take my gun out of my holster and take my badge out and set them on the desk. "I'm sorry." I say to Hotch.

"Leave me alone or I'll file a restraining order against you, give me your phone."

He takes it out and hands it to me. I go to his contacts and delete my number. I grab a box off of his couch and go to my desk, I throw everything into it and put the top on it. Everyone's bludgeoning me with questions. "Ask Reid." I say and push the doors open and step into the elevator. This was the end of my career at the BAU. Sorry Mom. Sorry Dad.