Profile//Spencer Reid//Criminal Minds

Chapter Twenty-Seven

  "Why are we here, Spencer?" She asks, holding a gun underneath the table as I grit my teeth.  

"We're here because you belong to a network of 4 hit men who've been operating in the shadows of the Internet," Reid says. "You're know as Miss .45. My team and I have been hunting for months, and I knew that if I boxed you in, I could arrest you with as little resistance as possible."

"Your team being the behavioral analysis unit of the FBI?" she asks as Reid nods. "You guys are good. You're the only ones that got close to us. But we got kind of close to you, too, didn't we? Hi, Penelope."

She moves over close to him as he mumbles on about entropy. She reaches into his jacket pocket, pulling his gun from his jacket.

The waiter comes over but she tells him to come back later. "Now that we got that out of the way, will you do me a favor and tell Blondie McBlonderson over there at the bar to disappear."

"JJ, stand down." Hotch says.

She gets up, leaving the bar.

"Reid, do not let her leave the table." Hotch says.

"Alright, you're in charge," Reid says. " Tell me what you want and I'll see if I can get it here for you."

"Anything I want?"

"Anything you want." Reid says again.

She thinks about what she wants while they talk again.

"Tell me about me."

"You?" Reid scoffs. "You? You're a black widow hit woman. You specialize in seduction and you're patient. You learn everything you can about the men you're hired to kill, physically, psychologically, and emotionally, because you want them in as compromised a position as possible so they don't see it coming when you pull the trigger."

"And when I do it really well, they pull the trigger themselves," she says. "Give me your phone."

"Why?" Reid asks.

"Because I know what I want now," she says as Reid pulls out his phone and hands it to her. "I want to play a game with you. You like games?"

"I do."

"Do you win?"

He looks her straight in face and replies without hesitation. "I always win."

"You have 30 minutes to answer every question I ask. And if you lie, I'll know."

She types something in his phone before setting it on the table. 

"Now, here's how we'll know who wins at the end of 30 minutes. If you win, you'll drag me out of here in handcuffs. But if I win, you will escort me out like a gentleman, to make sure I exit safely." She says.

He motions for her to move closer across the table. "Considering everything you've put Garcia and so many people through, you're going to have to shoot me in the face before you walk out of here."

I smile softly, Morgan nodding at me. 

She nods. "Game on."

"So, what do you want to know?"

"How you found me, of course," she shrugs. "A professional learns from her mistakes."

"We got our big break in the case at the end of last year. I didn't learn how big until I came back from some time off-"

"Why'd you take time off?"

"Garcia and Hotch needed us asap for a briefing on the 4 hit men." Reid ignores her question.