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INNOCENT | spencer reid

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"Y/N! FBI! Open the door!" Derek Morgan yelled through the door, Spencer, Hotch and Prentiss right behind him. They heard no noise from inside. Taking that as their cue, Derek backed away and kicked open the door, revealing a crying girl in the living room, clutching a bloodied body to her chest.

"Back away from the body!"

With her hands up, she looked up at the agent before Spencer came and cuffed her wrists, pulling her to her feet.

"You are under arrest for the murder of Noah Hill and the kidnapping of Bryan Monty. You have the right to remain silent, anything you say can and will be used against you under court of law. You have the right to an attorney, if you can't afford one, one will be provided for you."

"I didn't kill him!" She yelled, struggling in the arms of Spencer as he pulled at her, Morgan coming over to help him.

"Please help him! Please! I didn't kill him!"

"Shut up!"

As they put her in a police car and brought her back to the BAU, she had remained silent. Nothing had come out of  her mouth since they took her away, since they took her away from her son's bleeding arms. She stared blankly at the wall in front of her, waiting in the interrogation room, for what felt like hours when it was really just half an hour.

Without saying anything, she repeated a name under her breath, hoping it would engrave itself into her brain and quickly closed her mouth once the door opened.

"What were you saying right now?"

She stayed quiet, the agent looking at her as he studied her posture, eye contact, hand movements and left.

Sighing, she continued to stare at the wall, realizing they haven't done anything to question her.

One thing stayed on her mind during the whole time: she didn't kill her son. But she knows who did.

Another hour passed, as laid her head down on the table, the cool metal helping her headache that was slowly consuming her brain. Gripping her head, she sighed, and rubbed her temples, trying to ease the pain away.

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"Hotch, she's as good as guilty! We found her prints all over the murder weapon and she was covered in his blood!"

"Morgan, we know, but there's something.. Off about all of this."

"It doesn't explain why we haven't found Bryan's body. It should have been in the basement, but she doesn't even own a basement."

"She was saying something earlier. Did you figure out what it was, Reid?"

Reid's eyebrow turned up, his lips moving but no sound coming out. His eidetic memory was bringing him back to when he was looking through the glass, watching the young woman as she mouthed a couple words, various times. Reading her lips, he realized he was saying a name.

"Jonah Hill."

Reid quickly looked at Garcia, who looked at him with worried eyes.

"Garcia, look for any men who's name is Jonah Hill."

"Um, 5 suspects."

"Any that have lived in here."

"One. Wow, does this guy have a record. He was jailed for abuse, child endangerment, and kidnapping. Served for 15 years before he was released - oh no."

"What, Garcia?"

"He was released 3 months ago."

"That's when the murder's started."

Hotch turned to Morgan and Prentiss, his face contoured into a worried expression, as he locked eyes with both of them.

"I sent the address to your phones."

"Morgan, Prentiss, and Rossi, go and check out the address. Reid, I need you to interrogate her. Try and get some information about Jonah Hill. See what comes up."

Reid nodded and grabbed the file about the case, and walked inside the room, where the young woman perked up, her gaze shifting to his eyes and the file in his hands.

"Hi, I'm Dr. Spencer Reid. I'm going to ask you a couple questions about the murder, is that okay?"

Nervously, she nodded, her eyes locked on his movements and his eyes.

"Um, what were your prints doing on the murder weapon?"

"I came home from work, and I saw him."

"Who's him?"

"Jonah."

"Okay, what was he doing?"

"He - he was clutching the knife, bent over his body. I saw him stab my baby boy as I ran to him and tried to take the knife away. He wouldn't let go."

Reid listened, his gaze looking at her as he noticed she was telling the truth. The pain that the event caused her was making her unable to look at him in the eyes, her gaze shifting to her hands as she played with her fingers.

"He left afterwards, leaving the knife behind as I clutched his body. I couldn't believe he had taken him from me. After he had raped me, I couldn't believe he took away the only happiness I had in my life."

She broke down, large sobs leaving her body as her body shook. Reid looked at her with worry and sadness, watching as she broke down, all her feelings spilling out of her mouth.

"Do you know who Bryan Monty is?"

"No. I've never heard of that name before."

"He's a high school boy. He was kidnapped a couple weeks back and it linked us to you."

"How is that possible? I've never even met the kid!"

"We know. Can you tell me who Jonah Hill is?"

"He's my ex-husband. Um, he raped me 4 years back and I gave birth to Noah. I saw him almost kill Noah when he was a couple years old. Almost burned his skin off. I had a restraining order against him and he never came back. I didn't know he had been released after he contacted me, asking me if he could visit Noah. I declined but he came anyway, and he killed my boy."

"Is there any way Jonah knows these people?"

Reid opened the file, pulling out the pictures of the victims as he laid them out in front of her.

"Yes. All of them."

"How?"

She pointed to the first victim, Maddison Grey, who had been stabbed multiple times and her hair had been cut.

"She was his girlfriend in college."

She pointed to the second victim, Sean Colby, who had been stabbed as well and had his ring finger chopped off.

"He was my ex-boyfriend in high school."

Pointing to the third victim, she immediately ID'd him.

"This was his teacher."

This continued, as she gave him all the names and their connections to Jonah.

"Thank you, Y/n."

As Reid was starting to leave, she quickly asked a question: "Are you going to get him?"

Sighing, he turned his body to her and frowned.

"We just sent agents to his house. Hopefully, we're not too late."