Pretty Boy

Chapter 1

Spencer's POV
"NO!"
She shouted. A blonde haired women scurried away from me. She was terrified. I ran after her. I noticed my hands felt sticky. I looked down and realized I was covered in blood. I ran after the girl with a knife in one hand and a gun around my ankle.
"HELP!" She screamed. I didn't worry. I knew no one would hear her. It was past midnight and we were alone in the woods.
"Spence why are you doing this?" She asked. I realized the woman in my arms was JJ.
"Reid!"
I knocked my lamp over shocked at the voice I heard behind my bedroom door. The loud crash sent the man running in my room.
" What are you doing at my apartment in the middle of the night?" I asked.
"Reid, it's 8:00 am, you didn't show up at the BAU, we were worried." Morgan explained.
"I'm so sorry, I over slept."
" Just hurry up and get dressed we've got a case."
Morgan handed me a coffee and waited outside for me to get ready.
"You don't have to wait here!" I shouted.
"I'm not leaving kid!" He yelled at me from the kitchen.
I groaned getting up from my bed. I don't know where that nightmare came from. I've had many nightmares over the years but I've never been the monster.
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I walked out of my bedroom sluggishly with my go bag in one hand and the coffee Morgan brought me in the other.
"Thanks for the coffee by the way." I say.
"No problem, JJ's gonna present in thirty, we need to hurry."
I could tell he suspected something was up, but he didn't say anything, his analytical eyes said it all. Sometimes I wish I didn't work with profilers.... or became one.
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I stumble as I reach the glass doors to the bull pen. I hate being late. 
"It's about time." JJ jokingly says as I practically sprint into the round table room. She routinely tapped the buttons, one by one without even looking at the remote, like muscle memory. To catch us up on the tragedy of the week.
"Nora Hale was murdered at The Hay Adams Motel, here in D.C. She was blonde, and in her early thirties."
Derek sighed looking down at the case file.
"If this was the only body they've found, Why were we called in?"
He was right, one body count cases usually only take the town police station to solve.
JJ lowered her voice in a serious tone.
"Because of this."
Soon enough a picture of the body filled the screen and as usual i analyzed the photographs in the file. There was a chess piece in the victims mouth and the words "help me" carved on her body.

And I realized.

It was exactly the same as my nightmare.
a small shudder escaped my lips and hotch glared at me with very mild curiosity.

Mild but present.

There was a chess piece missing from my set last night. The only difference, was that the victim wasn't my best friend.  I cleared my throat noticing something else. something worse.
"That's  the same motel Nathan Harris attempted to commit suicide, even the exact room, room 223."
"Do you think there's some connection to Harris?" Morgan asked.
"How? he's in a mental institution." I reply.
"He could've made connections, got someone to help him escape."
"He just doesn't seem to be the type to attempt murder." I argue.

Nathan was a good person. Yes he has dark thoughts but he reached out for help and has never actually hurt anyone.

"Either way he had homicidal fantasies and never acted on them, the institution could've finally pushed him over the edge."

Even though I hated the thought, Morgan was right. I know how  a killer's mind works and I'd be stupid to deny the facts.

" There's no certainty here but, Garcia find out where he was institutionalized." Hotch ordered. And like clockwork Garcia tapped her keys and everyone waited for location.

"Actually, I- uh-  already know where he is. I go and visit him sometimes, he's at St. Elizabeth's Hospital, so I know he hasn't escaped. I visited him yesterday."

Everyone looked at me with  blank expressions as if I don't have a life outside of work.
Which they aren't entirely wrong...

"Alright well, Morgan and Reid go visit Nathan see if he knows anything, Rossi and JJ,  go to the M.E to examine the body,  Emily and I will go to the crime scene."

After giving everyone their assignment, Hotch pulls me aside with a sincere look, which is kind of rare. He's usually hard to read.
" Are you sure you're up for this?"

" Yeah! I've visited him before like I said."

"This is different Reid, you'll be questioning him."

" I can handle it Hotch, don't worry."

I follow the rest of the team out of the room. Could I handle it? How could I question one of my good friends about  something I might've  done.

I've never seen anything about this case before today. Did I have a nightmare or recall a memory?