Remember Me

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

                Spencer opened the door, and swung around it, pulling it closed behind him as he looked over the table at Hotch, who stood near the television.

“Hotch?” He turned around, and hit ‘Mute’ on the remote in his hands.

“What’d you get, Reid?” Spencer cleared his throat, glancing at the others in the room.

“Well, I’m guessing she has some sort of experience with interrogations and interviews, because she told me remembered the procedure – that you were afraid something bigger could happen and she’s the only one who knows it…or, well, she was getting to that, but she cut herself off. She knows someone is going to die. I gave her a notebook, a pen, and a pencil to start writing.”

“Writing what?” Morgan asked, looking up at Spencer with a raised eyebrow. After glancing around the table, Spencer smiled a little.

“Anything she can. When I was talking to her, I kept looking at her hands, and when she was trying to focus and think, I saw her hands moving like she writes, and she has the right kinds of callous’ on her fingers, as though she holds a pen most of her day. So when I gave her a pencil and a piece of paper, she started to scribble. It wasn’t much, but she said it was helpful, so I left her to write,” he replied, nodding his head in a reassuring manner.

                Hotch looked over at Morgan, then Rossi, as JJ entered the room, pushing her hair off her shoulder. Taking the remote, she looked around, and sighed.

“Well, while she writes, you all should see this,” she said, pressing Mute again on the remote and changing to another channel.

“Anyone in the area of Charles and Oak last night may have heard the sirens blaring through the neighborhood. Yesterday evening in La Plata, Maryland, first responders arrived on the scene of a two car crash, after a vehicle driven by a young woman ran a red light, and rear-ended a Federal Agent. There are no reported fatalities, but sources say the young woman may have struck and killed another only moments earlier,…” JJ hit Mute again, and turned around to see the team.

“’Killed another?’” Reid asked, unsure, as Hotch moved out of the room and towards his office.

“How the hell did no one fill us in on this?” Morgan asked angrily, shaking his head as he got up and followed after Hotch.

                She looked up as the door opened, and bit down on her lip as Hotch entered first, followed by Morgan, then Reid.

“Is…something wrong?” she asked nervously, turning the pen in her fingers to lay it carefully across the paper. “You all look incredibly angry at me…well…except Dr. Reid,” she said, nodding towards him.

“Miss….listen. The news is already airing word on the accident with Morgan,” Hotch began, taking a seat across from her and hesitating on calling her Miss. “But I spoke with the local police in La Plata – there was a hit and run a few blocks from where you two crashed. We need to know if you hit someone else,” he said sternly, planting his fingertips on the table. She paled, and stared at him in confusion.

“Hit…someone else? No…no, that’s not possible. Check the car, I didn’t hit anyone except Morgan. I mean…” She stopped, and sunk her head, thinking as her eyes darted back and forth. She moved her hands off the table, and moved them around a little bit in front of her as she replayed the events she could recall.

“We need to know,” Hotch repeated, cautiously, as he tapped one finger on the table.

“No. I did not hit…anyone else with the car…” The three men exchanged looks, and she sighed, shutting her eyes. “I remember someone being with me when I got into the car…but I drove alone, and couldn’t stop until…” she spoke, trailing off as she motioned towards Morgan.