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13 | a sad song

a sad song

t h i r t e e n

"We've pulled him in for questioning, he's saying that he doesn't know who Karyn is"

She bit her lip and shook her head.

"He used to call me Alex, because my middle name is Alex"

He bit his lip before nodding, did he even know her? She's like a box of chocolate, he didn't know what he'd get from her, he knew it would be something he'd grow to enjoy though.

And so Emily sat in front of the green haired male, clad in a black sweatshirt and black skinny jeans, his green eyes looking around as he tapped his fingers on the table.

Franklyn didn't like silence, that was when the voices would get louder, and so he constantly surrounded himself with noise, and this enclosed room with no sound, made him anxious.

"Do you know Alex?"

He looked at Emily, a smile on his face. Yes, he knew Alex. She was very sweet, very cute. He liked when she'd make tea for them and sit there, reading to him under the stars, tracing the constellations onto his arm as they talked.

"Alex Novak? I know her, yes"

Emily nodded, folding her arms.

"Have you seen her recently?"

He suddenly grew worried.

"What, is she hurt? What happened to her?"

Emily drew in a breath.

"Have you seen her recently?"

He stopped tapping his hand on the table, the sudden mention of her had made the voices disperse. Complete quiet, for the first time in a long time.

"No"

It was the sad truth, and as the word left his tongue, the voices started up once again. It was his fault. He should have chosen her, not explosives.

"You made any bombs lately?"

"No, I stopped making explosives after Alex left"

He glanced at Emily and almost seen Alex . He smiled for a split second before the hurtful realization dawned on him and he went back to tapping his fingers on the table.

"You harassed her for months after she broke up with you"

"Yeah, and I regret it. She told me it was invasion of her privacy and that she needed space. So I stopped"

"You stopped making bombs?"

He nodded, not looking at her.

"They were the reason Alex left, and if I stopped, maybe she'd come back. But she didn't"

"Maybe you got angry at her? Decided to make just one last bomb? Try to get rid of her?"

"No, I would never hurt her"

It was the truth, he couldn't hurt Alex. He couldn't destroy her because even when he had nothing, he had her. She was his light in the darkness. She gave him hope. She was his treasure. But he wasn't her's.

"Okay, maybe you didn't make the bomb, but this was your signature, who else knew how to make this bomb?"

"It was Christopher's idea. He came up with the creation of the bomb, and after he was taken into custody, anyone could have gotten their hands on the combination. I quit the stand up, anyone who took my place would know how to make the bomb"

He looked right at Emily, eyes puffy.

"Alex, is she....dead?"

He sounded fragile, like he'd break with one wrong word. Emily sighed.

"She's not dead, but someone wants her dead. Do you know anyone who would have wanted to harm her?"

He shook his head, relieved to know that Alex, or Karyn, was still alive.

"No, everyone loves her"

And there Karyn stood, her lip between her teeth as she watched through the glass. If everyone loved her, then why was there a bomb sent to the BAU while she was there? Wait, does that mean Spencer's in trouble? If she's a target, then she could get him hurt. She didn't want that.

"Hey"

He was there, a warm smile on his lips, bringing a smile to her's.

"Hi"

He reached over to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, leaning in to kiss her forehead gently, lips lingering for a second before he looked her in the eyes.

"Don't over think this"

She smiled sadly and nodded.

"I won't"

"We are dying from overthinking. We are slowly killing ourselves by thinking about everything. Think. Think. Think. You can never trust the human mind anyway. It's a death trap"
- Anthony Hopkins