Chapter One- Spencer:

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Stop worrying about what you have to loose, and start focusing on what you have to start

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"Spencer, c'mon!" She laughed.

I opened the door, to a laughing Jennifer Jereau. Her long blond hair fell across her shoulders in long locks. She flashed me a goofy smile. She wore a simple button up shirt and jeans, with running shoes. This wasn't what I used to seeing her in. I looked down at what I was wearing. Light khakis and a polo. For a second, I could almost believe that we were just two friends, going to D.C for the day, not two FBI agents cherishing their first day off in days. I locked my door, and we started walking out of the complex.  We got into J.J's dark car, and began driving. As we drove in the car, I couldn't help my mind wandering. I thought about our last case. A serial murderer taking junkies, prostitutes, and other high risks and brutally flayed them alive, then used skin to make "artificial leather" that he sold to customers. I couldn't believe that they couldn't tell it was human skin.  I shivered at the thought. I sat in the car, letting my mind wander and confuse itself, when we started approaching. A big city and lights all around. We're in the capital.

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