The Videotape

1018

Hotch and Morgan arrived at the Station, the unsub was playing with fire. Kento's house is a mere 6 minutes away from the headquarters of the FBI and now, the station is just around the corner. What was he playing at? That, they needed to figure out and fast. Jumping out the jet black SUV, the pair headed inside. The station was eerily quiet, it was just a small, twin station job, but the sky was a dull grey and cast a gloom overhead. The lockers were located just past the main doors, to their right. 20 lockers sat in rows of 5, old and tatted, unkept and forgotten. Just like the rest of the station, graffiti lined the walls, the smell of urine was strong, and tiles were lost from the walls. This place could do with some TLC Morgan thought, but right now really wasn't the time. Hotch checked through his phone, "Locker 9". Hotch said, voice stern and flat. 

"The code?". Morgan was met with an old fashioned, 4 digit padlock. This was clearly new, most of the other locks were old and rusted, some didn't even have locks. This was a brand spanking new one, the silver head still shining, fresh out the packet. "Try 1018". Morgan nodded. He twisted all the numbers till they were in a row, reading 1018, what they've learned to be a date, but the date of what? 

The locker opened with a successful click, the padlock falling away in Morgan's hands. "Careful". Morgan opened the door slowly, just in case it was a trap. Luckily for them, it wasn't but inside was a brown A4 sized envelope, and on it in black pen read 'Dr. Spencer Reid'. 

Hotch and Morgan looked at one another, confused. "What the fuck does his name keep popping up in all this". Hotch was beginning to get annoyed, Spencer has clearly been hiding something from them this entire time and they need to know what. Reid could be putting this whole case at risk, Kento could lose his life if he hasn't already. Morgan ripped the top off the envelope, taking out its contents.  Morgan gave Hotch a concerning look. "Hotch, what's going on?". Morgan didn't know what to think, and neither did Hotch, they both needed answers, and now. 

The team, including Shouta, were all sat around the table drinking coffee out of their personal mugs. JJ's had a photo of her children, Emily's, a cute cartoon cat and well Penelope's was just something else. It was definitely a decorative type mug, to say the least, and Reid's, Reid's was a simple brown mug that had a quote written on the side by one of his favourite authors. 

They all sat talking over the case whilst Morgan and Hotch were out, but they had come no closer, no new leads had appeared, nor evidence. Garcia was still making light of Kento's laptop, and as much to Reid delight still hadn't gotten inside. He wanted to save Kento more than anybody here in this room, par Shouta of course, but they couldn't know that because to him he has to be just another victim. It was cruel, but he couldn't let them know, if they found out the truth, he couldn't face them again.

But it seems Spencer was all out of luck. Morgan and Hotch had come back, holding the brown envelope. Their eyes were fixed on Reid. "What's going on Reid?". Hotch's tone was harsh, stern and cold. The team was confused, and so was Reid. "I don't know what you're talking about Hotch". Reid wasn't lying either, he didn't know what was going on. 

"DON'T LIE TO ME REID!!". Hotch bellowed, taking out the contents and throwing it onto the table for everyone to see. Inside the envelope was a series of images, old-style darkroom images. With about 5 in total, they were all of Spencer and Kento together. One showed them having coffee together in a little cafe, another the pair walking and laughing down the street and another inside a book store. The images were of three separate occasions as each outfit was different. Reid's eyes widened, a shiver ran up his spine, his heart began to beat against his chest, he could feel the sweat draw to the surface of his skin. Spencer looked up, some looked over the images whereas Morgan and Hotch's eyes stayed fixed on Reid.