Red:FBI (Discontinued)

Brake check

Molly drove rather quickly to the first address that Penelope gave Spencer. There were thirteen stores, oddly enough, and Molly played some music on the way there. She started to sing along, and Lady howled a bit as she sang.

"You always do this on a case?" Spencer asked.

"Oh yeah, lady loves this song. It's my favorite song too," she laughed as she hit the high note relatively quickly. Spencer was getting a kick out of it as she was dancing in the car.

"Come on, Spencer, sing a bit; you only live once! Sing a bit. It's therapeutic; I promise," she said as they were almost there.

"Do you like romance songs? Not dating anybody?" He asked as she smirked.

"Hell no, I dont date. I haven't had one for a long time, and I know what your thinking; one nightstands aren't my thing either I just have too many problems. No one wants a broken toy," she said as she looked at the lady in the mirror.

"Plus, I got my dog and friends to keep me busy," she said as spencer was trying to figure out why she was a broken toy.

"Do you mind if I ask why you think people wouldn't want to be in a real relationship with you?" Spencer asked as she turned off the music.

"No, I dont. I will give it to you straight with a microscopic sugar-coating, but you can't tell anyone else. Hotch and Rossi know because there the ones who saved my life, but Rossi was the one who kept in touch even paid for all my college courses so I could be a cop. My father was an Amish man who was very abusive towards my mother, and when I didn't turn out to be a boy, he was even more abusive and killed her but made it looked like she ran off somewhere when I was five. He made me practice reciting the bible every day, and since I was a redhead, he thought that I was a demon from hell, so when I got older, he called me Lucifer. Lucifer is my actual real name, but I had it changed to Molly. Anyway, spencer so he would go into town, take hookers and women that weren't dressed conveniently off the streets, and took them home to murder. I have seen things, Spencer, dark, horrible things, and threw literal hell. Rossi figured out what was going on before my father killed me. My nickname is mad dog because I have risked my life so many times to bring in the creeps I catch alive. I am more afraid if I kill someone,'s self-defense or not, that I will end up just like him or worse. He got away with killing people for nine years, I saw it all, and I can't forget them. My brain won't let me forget, so I had to make a barrier to protect myself when I was little, but if I kill someone, it might fall apart. I have three sleeping disorders, confusional arousals that are super violent, sleepwalking, and night terrors. Im on three different meds for it, but I also have insomnia that I recently started to develop. What I saw was something no human being should have ever gone through. But thanks to what I went through, I can catch killers easier than most people," she said as she parked the car.

Spencer looked at her and sat there for a moment before she looked at him.

"I'm not afraid," he said as she smiled.

"You would be the first. I think you are now in my top five favorite people," she said as she smiled brightly.

"So are we friends now?" Spencer asked as she chuckled.

"Yep, somehow I knew I would like you as soon as you dropped your marker," she said as a light blush went on his face as she got out of the car with lady. Spencer followed, and they entered the shop, and incents filled their noises.

"May I help you?" The shop keeper asked as they looked around.

"Yes, ma'am. My name is Molly Siren, and this is FBI agent Spencer Reid; if you not too busy right now, we need to ask you some questions about a man you may have had in your shop," she asked kindly, and the lady smiled.