December 1.
Samantha Owens, in her early twenties, 5'7, brunette. Attends Harvard University. Majors in Criminology and Psychology.
Gideon must know her, he's been on edge since we got the files. Spencer to for that matter, their both off.
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November 26 "Spencer!" He doesn't slow down, he's holding my hand and speed walking to his car. "Spencer, please tell me what's going on!" He doesn't stop. Finally we get into his car, I see him lock the doors and grab a gun out of his console. "What the hell is going on?" I finally break into tears. I'm not crying because i'm sad or scared. I'm actually very angry and crying seems suitable right now. "I'm sorry Samantha, Hotch was the one I was talking to. Apparently, the guy we are looking for has you marked as his next target." What did he just say? "Sam?" "No that's not right. Why me?" "We don't know, all we know is he called earlier, today and left a message. He knows your name, address, parents everything." "My parents?! Are they okay? What's going to happen to them?" "Sam calm down, 5 agents are already there. And 3 are at your apartment. I'm going to give you this gun, it's my extra." "Why do you need a extra gun?" "Why don't I?" "Um okay," I take the gun and the holster. Good thing I know how to shoot. "So what about clothes?" "Like I said there is already 3 agents at your apartment we are going to go over there, your going to grab a go bag, and change, shower whatever. And then we are going to Virginia." "Virginia?" "That's where our head quarter is." Thats right. He's just he for a case. "Okay let's go."
"Okay this is it." I tell him after a short 10 minute drive. "Alright," He parks his car grabs his keys and wallet. "What are you doing?" I ask. "You really think i'm going to let you go in alone?" "Oh, yea sorry." "Don't say sorry, I just, I just want you to be safe." I don't know why but I start blushing. Werid, I mean ya Spencer is a nice guy and he's only a year older but. I don't know. We make it to my door, and Spencer gtabs my arm. "Wait, give me your keys." I hear him my key chain, and he opens the door. He walks around for about 4 minutes when he says I can come in. "Alright, i'm going to go shower is that alright?" "Yes, i'll be right out here if you need anything." I walk into my room grab a fresh set of clothes, and head into the bathroom. I sit the the shower for a good 20 minutes before I even started washing my hair. Why me? Why now? What does this guy want. My breath starts picking up, and I realize i'm having a panic attack. This is not new, I get this at least 5 times a week. I try and slow my breathing but all I can think about is. What if he gets me. I step out of the shower to take my meds before I completely shut down. I reach for my pill bottle and notice something, a note.
Well hello Samantha, You are probably wondering why i'm doing this. Or even questioning why now? I'm writing this note to inform you. You will find out very soon enough.
I didn't realize I started to cry. But now i'm almost over the edge, I grab a pill and swallow it. I jump back in the shower to clean up still having a panic attack. Once I finish i've calmed down a little bit. I change into my clothes.
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It's pretty simple. Mom jeans, Tee shirt and my docs. I grab my hoodie and a bag I packed and head out. "Spencer." "Ya?" He says turning his head, he's reading a book. My book well my dads actually, he's a author. "I-I, is that my book?" "Oh ya I haven't read this one." "My dad wrote it for me it's not published yet." "Oh your dads a author," "Yes, um there was a note in my bathroom." "What? Where is it." I point towards the bathroom not wanting to go back in there. He walks past me into the bathroom and not 2 minutes later is out. "Come on." "Are we leaving?" "Yes, now lets go." We get in the car and, i'm still a little shook from the panic attack when out of now where he asks. "You have anxiety?" "What?" "Your pills, were still in the bathroom. I grab them." "Oh, thank you." "How bad." "What?" "How bad is your anxiety." "Um, I get about 5 panic attacks a week." "Samantha you almost forget your pills. What would you do if we got there and you didn't have them." "I don't know. I'm sorry." "Sam, don't say your sorry. There no reason to." "Thank you, spence."
We get to the airport, board our plane it's a short ride since Virginia is only a couple of hours away driving. But I still managed to fall asleep. The next thing I knew we were hitting turbulence and I woke up with a jolt literally, I hit my head on Spencer's jaw.
"Ow" He says. "Oh my gosh I am sorry, I didn't even realize I was laying on you." I say blushing. "It's fine really. We are about to land" "Okay."
