{#1 In Hotch, 8th July}
Grace Reid, has always been known as a somewhat genius with her good looks and her personal duty to protect people from what she had to go through. She had three PhD's in college and is Spencer Reid's little sister.
Him prob...
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JASMINE AND GRACE STOOD AT THE ENTRANCE OF THE CAFETERIA, It was the first time a whole college interrogation was going on and it was a first for Jasmine. Not as much for Grace - she had been interrogated in high school because of an assault charge that eventually got dropped.
Spencer was talking to a taller male, maybe about 6'3 along with a female Grace recognised to be Amanda Stone, one of the biggest college's gossipers. "What's she doing with them?" Jasmine questions, realising what Grace was staring at.
"I don't know, but something tells me this case is about to get a lot more interesting." Grace muttered only to have a practically harsh slap land on her upper arm. "Ow! What the fuck Jas, I was kidding." She hissed, and Jas glared at her.
"Sorry," She muttered, before furrowing her eyebrows seeing Amanda had left and her brother and the other male were left with confused looks on their faces. Jas also noticed this, but noticed her walking towards the principals.
"Grace, She's heading towards the principals." She says, and Grace glares at the innocent wall that was obstructing their view. "Fucking wall," Jasmine says, glaring before storming off and Grace stands there shocked before pulling her lip between her teeth.
"What was that all about?" She hears Spencer ask from behind her, but still Grace jumped up in shock. She put her hand on her beating heart and cursed her older brother by two years out, aha turned to see him and the African American male behind her.
"I have no idea, Jasmine does that sometimes." Grace says, looking at her brother before her eyes wandered back over to the other agent. "Spencer, are you going to introduce people or am I going to continue to try and guess who people are?" Grace asks.
"Sorry, this is Derek Morgan, one of my colleagues." He says, and Grace nods at him - in a subtle greeting.
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GRACE GOT HOME AT 4.30 to find nothing out of place, but something was off - she just had that gut feeling that something was wrong or someone that shouldn't be there - was. She pulled her cardigan around her tighter before looking around the house.
Why was there this nagging feeling even though there was nothing out of place - that something bad was about to happen. "You know, this is a beautiful house." Ethan Santiago says, coming out of the shadows.
Grace jumped up and quickly turned around, her brown eyes focusing on the older male. Ethan looked like, what he looked like before he went to prison. His big doe eyes that seemed cold, his brown hair styled and a sadistic grin always plastered on his mouth.
However this time, there was something different about him - a different aura if you so speak around him. The knife in his hand, had some of Grace's attention but she was also trying to keep herself calm.
"What are you doing here Ethan? Jasmine isn't here," She says, taking a small step backwards. Ethan noticed this and smirked, knowing she was scared of him. He took a threatening step forward and she took another one back in hopes to keep him away from her.
He then pounced, digging the knife into her body and she screamed - screamed for help, for safety for hopes of anyone hearing her - but no one did.
