New but maybe not so New

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I sighed as I grabbed my purse, ready to leave the hotel room and catch up with the rest of the team, hoping today, we would catch Ashton. 
"You ready, Spicy?" 

"On your heels." I heard him shout back and I smiled as my phone beeped, signalling me I had a new message.

 'You failed me. Without you, they wouldn't have to go through that now.' 
I swallowed as I held in my breath, rereading the message from 'Unknown' over and over again. How could this be happening?

My eyes got watery as the images of the dead eyes drowned my mind and I tried to ease my breathing as I noticed I was on the edge of a panic attack.

 I took a hold of the chair in front of me as my view started to get blurry and my head went dizzy. My chest heaved heavily up and down and I searched desperately for something that would calm me down, only to find Spencer right in front of me, his face full of worry. 
"Gen, what's wrong?" 

I tried to speak as my breathing hitched. I just couldn't seem to get my mind off Ashton and the homicides.
"P-panic a-atta-."

I couldn't finish my sentence as my throat tied up and my eyes rolled into the back of my head while I heard my blood passing through my ears.
      The heat in my body grew more intense and I wanted to go to the sink to run my face under cold water but my legs and arms trembled along with my hands as I sank to the floor, sitting against the kitchen counter, my heartbeat fast and shallow.

"Genna, calm down. Please, you have a panic attack and if you don't calm down, you're going to faint."
The deep voice of Spencer rushed into my ears but it sounded distantly.

His face popped up in front of me but everywhere were those awful dark dots and I couldn't focus on his face.
"Genna, look at me. Look at me and breath. Do it with me, okay?"

I tried my hardest to concentrate on Spencer and what he was doing and I followed his instructions, breathing along with him as he held my hands, signalling me that I wasn't alone.

Our eyes were locked the whole time until I calmed down a bit. I took deep breaths as my lips started to tremble and before I could even comprehend what had just happened, I pulled Spencer into my arms and hugged him tightly, crying into his soft flannel.

At first, he was a bit taken aback but as time went on, his hands travelled to my back, stroking it reassuringly, while whispering soothing sounds into my ear.

"I can't-... I don't know-."
I interrupted myself after some time, pulling apart, without wanting this moment to stop before I sniffled and shook my head, covering my face with my hands in embarrassment.
"Im sorry, I just-."

He grabbed my hands softly and pulled them from my face, giving them a light kiss. "Don't apologize. There's nothing to be sorry about."

I shrugged as I shook my head, exhaling deeply.
"I don't-. I'm normally not that kind of person but after this message, it all just got too-."

"What message?"

My eyes widened as I realised that I haven't even showed the message to him, so I did exactly that, him just needing one quick glance to read everything.

"I don't think we can trace this phone. He already must've thrown it away by now." He then looked at me, grabbing my hands and pulling me up with him.
"I've already told you but it's not your fault, okay? He wants to manipulate you because he knows you're the one person that can figure out what he is going to do and where he is. He wants you on edge so you are not a thread to him.
      Don't give him the pleasure of being right and in charge. You can figure it out, you just have to calm down and think straight."

I sighed, knowing he was right before running a hand through my hair.
"But how do I keep my head cool?"

"By approaching this case like every other."

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I sat back down onto the chair in the Las Vegas PD, sipping on the green tea Spencer just brought me, examining every information we already had to find a clue.
There had to be something.

"Hey, kiddo."

Derek sat next to me as I smiled slightly, not giving him much attention.
"Hey Derek."

"Look I know we're not on good terms but I wanted to ask if you're okay?"

My eyes travelled to him and I smiled at him. "Don't worry about me. I can handle it. And besides."
I took another sip and placed the cup in front of me.
"It's not my place to be angry with you. You stood my best friend up but to be honest, I can understand you. You didn't have much of a choice for that matter so we're good, D."

We both chuckled as he raised his eyebrows, tilting his head to the side. "Still that nickname."

"Oh yeah." I laughed.
"That's for the flirting. And I think it suits you."

He rolled his eyes, knocking my shoulder in a friendly manner.
"Whatever you say, Weaver."

I smiled and rolled my eyes as well while taking another sip, looking down at the crime scene photos.
My eyebrows furrowed as my eyes travelled along the pictures, my mind as clear as ever.

"Whatever I said..." I murmured to myself as my eyes widened, looking at the other members of the team.
"There was something I said."

The others looked at me confused and I got up, nodding along my thoughts.
"The day Asher got arrested. I talked to the Sheriff afterward, telling him that if he did this crime on purpose, he would've been way cleaner and organized because of his behaviour. I mean, I looked at his room, everything was obsessively clean and nothing was out of place."

"Yeah, just like those crime scenes."

I nodded at Gideon before continuing.
"Exactly. I think he overheard our conversation because after that, I went back to talk to him and he seemed more critical than before. Critical toward himself."

I turned around, looking at the crime scenes and turning back around, facing the still confused team.
"What if he doesn't just feels like I failed him?"

Slowly, they were all getting it and Spencer nodded.
"He feels like he failed himself too."

"His first crime, his most passionate crime which he wanted to be his only crime, was to kill his brother because his father had already died. He wanted his brother to have the same justice toward him as his father so he planned on murdering him. But his plan didn't go well because he got outranged by his anger and killed him before."

"He didn't feel the release and the satisfaction because he feels like he could've done better. He didn't even impressed you."

Hotch said and I nodded along.
"Exactly. And with every murder he wants the power back. He wants to be satisfied but the victims are not his brother so he won't get the satisfaction and he tries all over again."

"But how does this help us find him?" I looked at Morgan and my mind went fast, reacting out of instincts.

"He wants to feel satisfied but how does he get the satisfaction?"

"By killing his ultimate victim." Gideon answered and I nodded sadly, knowing who it was.

"My sister." 

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