BAU's new girl (a spencer reid fan fiction)

Chapter 8: Protective

Spencer's P.O.V. 

We all reviewed the case for the rest of the plane ride. We hit more bumps, but luckily everyone was buckled in so no one else could get hurt. 

After the plane landed we began to get off and go to the cars. I walked behind Kayla and noticed her wince when she bent her body in a certain way. She tried to hide it, but she was clearly in pain. 

"Kayla?" I asked. 

"Hm?" she turned around. Her beautiful light green eyes stared back at me. 

"Are you alright?" asked looking at her side of her stomach. She was clearly favoring it. 

The rest of the team had walked to their cars and driven off. I was riding to the crime scene with Kayla. 

"Yeah, why." she asked 

"So you didn't get hurt on the plane?" I asked. 

"Nope." 

"Right." she went to turn around but I lightly grabbed her and spun her around. I carefully lifted up her shirt right by her hip. There was a really bad blood bruise forming. I dropped her shirt quickly as to not make her uncomfortable. 

"Kayla, that doesn't look good." I said. 

"I'm fine, I just hit the table kind of hard. I mean it. It's just a bruise." 

I stared into her eyes still holding her arm. I took in her sweet scent. 

"You should ice it." I said.

"Im not going to do that but thank you Spencer." 

"You should." 

"Should I."

"Yes"

"Well, I guess we are going to have to agree to disagree." 

"Or you could just listen to me."

"Nope." she smiled and walked away. 

Kayla's P.O.V

Not that I had anything against Spencer lifting my shirt. I mean he could take of my entire shirt and I wouldn't mind, but I still didn't expect that. I mean the way he held and looked at me. 

We arrived at the crime scene and walked down the ally. 

"Oooooo, hey baby." several men began to cat call me. Reid stepped in closer to me and flashed a look at all of them. 

"Is that your little boyfriend, we can treat you right." they cooed. 

As we approached the cop Spencer pulled out his FBI badge flashing it at them men. 

"Clear the area this is a crime scene." He ordered them. I had never heard him that assertive. The men looked a little freaked out and they scattered. 

I smiled up at Reid but he went right to the body. It was a prostitute. She was pretty. Kind of girl you would be jealous of in college or high school. 

"Same M.O" I said. Reid nodded in agreement. 

"Look at this, the blood." Reid said. "It say clean the streets still but look at what it is written with." 

I ducked my head down to investigate it. 

"Brush strokes. He's painting with their blood?" I asked.

"Yeah." Reid agreed grabbing his phone to call Hotch. 

Uh oh, something about this didn't sit right with me. 

BACK AT THE OFFICE

"Ok I did some digging and I found a common link between the victims. All the prostitutes worked for the same business. In fact you might even call they friends." Garcia said.

"What about the homeless men?" Rossi asked. 

"Nada. sorry." Garcia added. 

"Maybe we could go interview some of the women who worked for that business and see if they can tell us anything." Morgan suggested. 

"I'll tag along." Emily said. The two left. 

"J.J the media is concerned, would you handle it?" Hotch asked. she left. 

"Reid and Kayla, go head to this pub and talk to the manager. Thats where all the prostitutes hang out. see if you can find anything." Hotch ordered. 

We arrived at the pub and walked in. 

Spencer and I took a seat at the counter and began to talk around discreetly. 

Suddenly a gun fired. 

"EVERYONE DOWN!" I yelled grabbing my gun. Reid did the same. 

At the door stood a man. How could we not figure this out. All the kills were warnings for us to do something. Now he was coming to the place where it all started to end it all. 

"Sir. you need to let these people go." Reid said.

The man just laughed aiming the gun at him. 

"I know why your mad. Because law enforcement won't do anything about the streets right? We are law enforcement. Hurt us, not innocents." I said. 

"Put your weapons down." He yelled. 

"We will, if you let them go." Reid said. 

"Fine GO!" He screamed. They all ran out. It was just Reid and I now. 

"Put DOWN YOUR WEAPONS!" He hissed. 

Reid and I sat them on the floor and kicked them towards him. 

The man walked towards me and shoved me onto the floor. I winced as the pain in my hip came back. He then ordered Reid the sit with his back to me. 

The man tied our hand together. 

"Not a peep from either of you." He said. 

"We are going to have some fun, to make up for what you failed to do." The man explained. 

"Whats your name?" Reid asked. The man steeped into the light and slammed his gun across my cheek. I let out a whine. 

I felt Spencer try to turn and look back at me. 

"DONT MOVE!" The man screamed. 

I then felt the gun come back down on my head. Everything went black.