Pretty Boy

Chapter 5

Spencer's POV
"Dr. Spencer Reid, apparently you've came here today because you believe you have committed a murder, correct?.

"Yes your honor." My hands have been shaking for hours and now my palms have began to sweat. I'm trying to look a lot less nervous and more professional, but you can only look so professional when you're  a federal agent confessing to murder.
"You're honor I would like to come forward with evidence proving the murder of Nora Hale to be committed by Dr. Spencer Reid." Chills ran throughout my entire body. Hearing my name and murder in the same sentence was unsettling. Hotch was a prosecutor so I had asked him before hand to present my case to the judge.
"Proceed"
JJ, Derek, Garcia, Rossi, and Emily were sitting in the spectator area offering support. I glanced back at them every once and a while and each time I did I felt slightly calmer than before. I could tell they were all holding back their emotions, mostly sadness. They knew if they let one tear escape their eyes, they wouldn't be able to stop them from flowing.
"Spencer Reid had only remembered killing Ms. Hale the day after. He only realized when he saw the victim's crime scene photos." He walked up to the judges stand to show her the photos.
"The chess piece placed in her mouth was proven to be from one of  Dr. Reid's sets." Hotch explained.
The judge looked at me, and I froze in my seat. I felt sick.
"You put in a lot of detail to your crime Doctor." She looked back at the photos disgusted by me. I was disgusted by me too.
"The next morning he found clothes covered in Nora Hale's blood under his sink." We had to give every detail to the judge in order for this to be a "fair" trial. As if I deserved one.
"Here are the test results on the blood if you need further proof." Hotch slid them over to her on the stand but she pushed them aside and looked at me. We were close enough to hear each other, but distanced enough to not be able to tell each others eye color,  but I could still feel her staring into my soul. Just like how I looked at criminals in the interrogation room.
"Doctor, I was informed you got tested for schizophrenia earlier today, is this true?"
"Yes your honor." I nodded
Her stare never wondered so neither did mine. I've never been comfortable with eye contact unless I had to be, but right now it was like she was holding my eyes in place, I couldn't even blink.
"Agent Hotchner have you brought the results with you?" She asked, but still didn't loose eye contact. She was intimidating, of course, it was her job to be.
"Yes your honor." He came back to where I was sitting and pulled the results out of one of  many thin stacks of paper. He walked back over to her, weirdly calm, and placed it on the stand next to the other evidence against me. Hotch was always calm. I always thought it was so the rest of the team would be too, but it was more than that. It was like he always had a secret backup plan for everything.
She read them, finally breaking her stare, and her eyes slightly widened.
"Positive." She said. The word echoed against the walls around the now silent court room. After a few moments of absolutely nothing, the judge stood up and slammed her gavel on the hard wood causing me to jump a little. My heart was beating out of my chest. It was up to her where I would spend probably the rest of my life. I didn't care what the team said they would do to get me out. I knew the statistics and they weren't great in my favor, but they would probably do society one.
"Dr. Spencer Reid, you will be institutionalized at St. Elizabeth's Mental Hospital, where you will receive daily care and medications to assist your mental stability. You will be able to interact with others and have visiting hours. But you will be in solitude for a number of days before then."
"Case closed."
She grabbed a bag below the stand and exited the room.
My jaw slightly dropped and I stood up turning to my team who's facial expressions resembled to mine.
The guards said I had twenty minutes to say goodbye before I had to leave. We all just looked at each other. I couldn't bring myself to say anything. I could recite almost every word in the English vocabulary, but couldn't bring together a sentence for my lips to form. I knew if I tried to say anything I would choke on my words so I just stared. At no one particular just stared, fidgeting with my hands. Finally someone spoke ripping through the silence.
"Don't do that." I heard Morgan's voice and his words were directed at me. I looked in his direction but not at him.
"Sometimes you put up these walls and you block us out, and you can't do that, not right now."
I look at him and a tear rolls down my cheek. I didn't care about who saw, I didn't care that I wasn't strong, all I knew is that I was being put away and I was ending up just like my mom.
"Thank you guys for being here." I say.
"We will always be right by your side for anything Spence, we aren't giving up." I look to the right to see JJ. Her beautiful big blue eyes were filling up with tears causing them to sparkle in the sun glaring through the windows. She was faking a smile. I knew JJ well enough to know when she was upset. I smiled back anyway pulling her into a tight hug. We stayed there, holding each other for almost a minute, we were lost in our own emotions, forgetting everyone was still there and I pulled away. Garcia was looking down at her shoes with tears falling from her eyes. She's always been the most passionate, most kind hearted out of all of us. But she was also the most sensitive. She cared for each of us very deeply like we were all a fraction of her big beautiful heart. I walked over to her with a small smile on my face. I lifted up her chin to get her to look at me.
"Hey, it's gonna be okay." Now I was the one giving false hope. I don't care. All I wanted was for her to stop crying. It broke my heart.
"After my solitude you can visit me all the time. Truthfully, I'm not going any where, I'll always be with all of you." I looked up and turned to everyone. I even saw a slight smile on Hotch's face which was so very rare. I walked over to each member of my team to say goodbye. There were many tears and hugs. I finally got to Derek. The rest of the team signaled to each other and left us the room.
"I'm so sorry-." He cut me off.
"Hey, I know." I looked at him and tears filled my eyes once again. He pulled me into a hug and he whispered.
"You know I love you right?" I nodded my head behind his back while we hugged. I let go and he walked back to the rest of the team.  He stopped and said.
"We're gonna get you back little brother."
I smiled. His words finally brought me a little hope. I turned back to one of the agents and they cuffed my hands in font of me. We walked  to one of the six SUVs parked outside. He pushed me in the back seat rather rough, and joined the other agent taking the passenger seat. I gazed out the window while we drove to the institution, thoughts filled my head. We weren't nearly there yet so I tried to get comfortable. I was too nervous so I just gave up. I noticed something in the rear view mirror. There was a van behind us from what looked like a prison or facility of some sort. The men  in the front seats got an alert on a radio. I listened.
"There's  a riot in progress  at Mount Pleasant Women's Correctional Facility we need all units available." I quickly realized that the van behind us was from that facility and an inmate was driving it.
"Hey!" I tried to get the men's attention but they just ignored.
"Hey! There's an inmate behind us!" I finally got their attention but it was too late. The van behind us slammed into the back of our car causing us to swerve. The agent driving tried to get in control of the wheel but failed. The entire car flipped over. Everything felt like we were in slow motion while we flew in the air. The SUV finally fell to the ground and the windows busted, pieces flew breaking the surface of my skin. My head whipped forward crashing into the seat in front of me. I winced as the pain spread and my head throbbed. I could feel the glass pierce my arms and legs. The blood flowed out of what seemed like everywhere and my cuts burned. I look up to see the men in the front seats were unconscious. I don't know how I am alive seeing as the van hit the back of the car where I was. I unbuckled my seat belt, and tried to move, but my leg was pinned in between the door and the seat. It wasn't broken, but when I tried to pull my leg free the pain was unbearable. I was trapped. My arms were still cuffed. I reached to the agents and shook their coats to see if the keys were still on them. They probably flew out during the crash. I sighed and leaned back. I turned my head and gasped when I saw them on the floor of the car. They were under the drivers seat and I was behind the passenger's. I bent over and stretched my arms to reach for the key. I flinched, remembering my pinned leg. I needed my hands in order to have a chance of getting out. I reached and reached finally able to grab the keys and free my hands. I tried to push the car door back bending it away from my leg, but I'm simply not strong enough. I've lost blood and my arms burned from the glass still under my skin. I heard a groan out side of the SUV. I had completely forgot about the inmate who hit us. I quickly tried again to free my leg fearing for my life even more. I had no gun, no protection, and was unable to move. My only advantage was the chance the inmate could be injured too. It was no use, I couldn't get free. The left car door opened since the right one was smashed. I looked over to see who had caused my pain.
"No." My eyes were filled with pure anger. Of course it was her. A smirk came across her face.
"Hi Spencie! Did you miss me?"