Justice before Blood ~ A Criminal Minds FanFiction Series ~ COMPLETED

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Doctor Chase; 9:01pm

He place my coffee in front of me as he sits across from me.

"What you want to talk about?" He ask. I look up at him.

"I just wanted to say thank you for what you did."

He nods. "I'm serious. You might think that it's your fault, buts it's not. I went a little too far and wasn't caution about what I was doing."

"He's at least 6'3. Has dark hair and eyes. Facial hair."

"What? You- You got a description of him? H-How?"

"When I moved you away from the staircase, I caught a glimpse of him. He more of an aggressive type of man with the shouting. Statistically, men are more aggressive then women."

"That's amazing." I look down at my coffee.

"Tell me more about yourself, Spencer." I look back up at him.

"Well I have an IQ of 187. I can read 20,000 words a minute with an eidetic memory. I currently hold B.A.s in Psychology, Sociology, and Philosophy. As well as PhD in Chemistry, Engineering, and Mathematics."

"Wow! I'm impress!"

He catches a glimpse of my eyes. "Really?"

"Yes, I also heard your the genius of the team."

"Well, at least supposed too. Did you know that on average, one percent of all murders are serial murders?"

So, he did certainly know statistics. "I just got to say again, amazing." I smile.

I see him smile a little. "Tell me about yourself, Agent Chase."

"Where do I start?" I chuckle. "I graduate high school at the age of 13 and in that same year I got my Masters Sociology. I have a PhD in Psychology, PhD in Philosophy, and Masters in Mathematics and Sociology."

"What about your childhood?" Reid ask.

"Oh... My childhood." I quickly look and around the shop.

"Um, I-I was abused when I was younger. Bullied. You know- I mean. The usual. Always had that one friend that would help me until she was m-murder."

"Y-You didn't have to tell me, Carrie."

"It's fine. I feel safe and trusted around you anyways." I say.

I give a weak smile and sigh under my breath; hoping he won't notice.

"It's been a ride, I guess." I look down at my coffee.

"I was bullied too. My mom is in an institution right now, with Schizophrenia. My dad left because of her."

I look back at him. "It has been a ride." He states and it makes me smile a little.

"Sometimes... I think... I can hear voices in my head. Not hallucinations, just voices; from my childhood."

He gives me a faint glare. "I get headaches and hallucinations."

"You can't tell anyone. I never told anyone about my childhood! Promise me, Reid. Please?"

"I promise with my life."