• Who said FBI ain't fun | Complited

:: 3. Ghost

In last chapter:

We were in front of some warhouse witch was hotel in 1920's.

"Okay, like Y/L/N said, we should go quietly so it means we should sen someone in first."

"I'll go." I said.

"No,it's too dangerous,I'll go." Spencer said.

"Don't you trust me?" I asked cause I could take care of myshefe, I'm not 5 years old.

"Reid is right, Morgan you go."

"No Hotch, I am goig in,please Hotch..."

"Okay Y/N, but take care about-"

"I know, I will,and remember, if I'm not out in 7 minutes,run in, but quietly so he can't noice it."

"Don't worry." Spencer said and smiled.

I smiled back and went in. I went on scond floor and had something to see...

Y/N's POV

I went on scond floor and had something to see... I saw blood all over the place and dead woman on white bed. I ran there only to see her head was cut of and there was just here body lying. I looked to my right and saw woman's head clutched on the pole and around that pole was a bunch of garlic. When I got closer, here teeth were sharp like vampir's teeth. I looked on my left and saw death body laying down probably around 90 years so I couldn't see who it was. Then I heard the sound of a gun behind my back. I turned around slowly and saw him. Andrew March.

"And who are you,hot master piece?" he asked me and smiled sick smile.

"If you can read than you can see who am I and why am I here."

"I see,but I want your name."

"What if I don't have one?" I asked him trick question because I know his brain is slowed down and IQ low.

"How? You must have name! Everyone has it!"

"Exept for me..." I said.

It toched his nerves and he threw gun on the floor and started kicking his head. By that time I called agents to come upstairs and arest him. But he suddenly stopped and looked at me.

"You lier!You have name,it's written on pants!" Than I remembered, this could be part of halitination.

I had no choice but to play along.

"And what is it?"

"It's Z..."

"You see, you don't know."

"I do! It's Ze..."

"Wrong..."

"Aahh, it's Zoe!"

"Bravo!" I told him and gave him an aplause even thought he said wrong name. He started laguhing like 5 year-old child. I knew he'll laguh because his brain mentali stopped on 10 years old.
Than everybody ran in and pulled guns toward him. He looked at me than turned to others.

(this is what happened in Warehouse (how he got shoot))

I was in shock. Andrew was only on begining of his life. Why the hell he needed this? I wanted to talk to him but he was selfish durk and he 'killed himshelfe'. I ran there to check on him and he was death. Offcorse he will be when everybody (exept me) shooted on him at the same time. Than Spencer put his hand on my sholder.

"Is everything okay?" he asked.

Tear ran down my check. I wipped it away and lied.

"Yes,I'm fine." Than I got up and we went in station to take our things.

After we took things we made our way towards the airport.

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-Later in plane

I was sitting and reading book while everyone was asleep. Than I felt somebody sat next to me. Have a guess who it was...

"Hey Spence..." I said and smiled.

"Hi." he answered.

"What 're you reading?"

"I'm reading something about human body,nothing special."

"So,antropology?"

"Yup..."

"What part?"

"Sexual antropology." I said and smiled.

He smiled and his face became red as rose. I closed the book and took Mp3 player to listen some music. Spencer took my book to see what was I reading. I fast took it back. He shot me confused look.

"I....wrote something veryyyy....very big secret in, and I shouldn't do that."

I couldn't show him because I wrote down his name and pulled heart hext to it.

"Okay than..." he said and wanted to get up and go away, but I caught his wirst and he turned around.

"Please stay,bI don't wanna be alone."
He smiled and set back down.

"What are you listening?"

"TNT by AC⚡DC"

"So rough music..."

"You listen to them to?"

"No,I listen to classic music."

"Me too,sometimes, because I actualy play piano."

"Really,than you must know this one..." he said and started huming song.

That's when long music conversation starts,and last forever. As time passed I haven't even realized I was laying on his shoulder and his hand went around my waist. I just enjoied it. Than he started huming andother easy song, and soon I found myself slowly falling for him, I mean, faling asleep.