Killer Affair | Spencer Reid Short Story

A Dangerous Game

Gwen

Spencers been distant. We use to spent almost every night together, now I haven't seen—or even heard from him in days. He said he couldn't turn me in, wouldn't turn me. Doesn't mean I'm not scared as hell.

As I'm cleaning up from my previous activities— killing another man who can't seem to keep it in his pants, there's a knock on the door. I quickly throw my shirt into the trash can and grab a sweatshirt, zipping it up as I walk to open the door.

It's just Spencer.

He's here.

He doesn't say anything, just walks inside. I cross my arms and stare at him.

"You have blood of your face," He points it my cheeks and I lift my hand up.

"God, Gwen." He puts his head into hands as he leans against the counter.

"Rob Bennet." I say in a low tone, he lifts his head up. "Raped three women, that I know of. He can't hurt anyone ever again."

"This isn't right, this is why there's a justice system." I scoff at his words.

"Did you know about him?" I wait for answer and never get one. "Exactly, you didn't. None of his victims would have ever come clean about that. He had money, power, control."

Spencer's shoulders slump as he stands there, head in his hands, clearly torn. I watch him, my pulse racing, waiting for him to find his words. Finally, he lifts his head, his eyes meeting mine, and there's anger there—anger and something deeper. Disappointment, maybe. But he won't leave. Not yet.

"This isn't right, Gwen. You can't just... you can't go around killing people and calling it justice." His voice is soft, strained, but there's an edge to it. Like he's barely holding himself together.

I roll my eyes. "Then you're as naive as the rest of them. Rob Bennet was untouchable. Do you really think someone like him would've faced consequences? The law doesn't work like that, Spencer. Not for people like him."

"That doesn't make it okay." He presses his fingers to his temples, and I can see he's wrestling with himself, torn between who he is and what he feels for me. "This is why we have a justice system. It's flawed, but it's... it's all we have."

I take a step closer, crossing my arms as I look him up and down. "The justice system fails people all the time. If I didn't take matters into my own hands, people like Bennet would keep destroying lives, hurting women who don't have anyone to stand up for them."

"Then why don't you tell me, huh?" he snaps, his voice rough. "Tell me before you do something like this. Maybe I could... I don't know, talk to the police, find evidence, get it done the right way."

I scoff, shaking my head. "You really think anyone's going to listen to you? This is real life, Spencer. People like Bennet don't get punished. They buy their way out, or intimidate their victims into silence. You think you can fix this with logic and paperwork, but you can't. Sometimes, people need to pay. And I make sure they do."

He clenches his fists, and for a moment, I think he's going to turn around and leave. I can see the conflict tearing him apart, the weight of everything he's been keeping inside. He wants to walk away—wants to escape the mess I've dragged him into. But he doesn't. He just stands there, eyes fixed on me, and when he speaks, his voice is barely a whisper.

"This is wrong, Gwen. I can't keep pretending it's not."

"Then leave," I say, my tone harsher than I meant. I swallow, my chest tight as I brace for him to turn and walk out of my life for good. "If this is too much for you, if you can't stand what I am, then go. I'm not forcing you to stay."