BAU- Spencer Reid x reader

chapter 4- Unsub

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     Before I joined the BAU I was a communication specialist for a police department in Kansas City while I finished my studies in psychology. Then, I was an assistant psychologist for a year. I worked with the main Dr helping diagnose and treat patients.
     I worked with patients in between the ages of 16 and 20. All so young with different problems.  I was young too, 22. Sometimes I think I'm barely qualified, even now.
     I graduated high school at 16, top of my class with a 4.0 GPA. I finished college at 20 and started working at the police precinct. When I was 22 I was an assisted psychologist as afore mentioned.
    Now, I stand in the grasp of an old patient as he holds a knife to my throat. And I'm scared. In my three and a half years in this dangerous line of work, I've never been more scared.

(that morning)

     JJ and I picked out a specific case. Someone had been abducting young girls off the streets. And each was found later in the same alley after a few days.
     Hotch briefs the rest of the team in the briefing room a few minutes after JJ and I give him all the information we know.
     "Amanda Clarkland, Sofia Rogers, and Kaylie Parker were all found dead in an alley off 7th street in Missouri weeks apart," Hotchner says, showing pictures of each of the three ladies on the screen.
     Missouri. That's where I'm from.
     "The victims are all of the same look, blonde hair, light eyes, and all about the same height. All three of them are mid twenties."
     "Man's got a type," Morgan says.
     "They were all abducted around the same time. In between sunset and midnight. Clarkland's fiancé called the police after she didn't come home from work. And the other two victims were taken off the streets either walking home or possibly out doing things," JJ says.
     "The first victim was reported two weeks ago in the middle of the day by a man who was taking his garbage out. Her body was dumped in the alley behind a neighborhood," I tell them.
     "So all were found in the same place?" Rossi asks.
     "Yes sir, one victim was reported each week since the first," JJ explains.
      "So he takes the girls for a few days does whatever with them, then dumps them in an alley," Prentiss inquires.
     "Looks like it," I say.
     "When was the last victim reported missing?" Reid asks.
     "This morning," Hotch answers.
     "The second victim was found a day earlier than the first. Seems like the time he keeps them alive is getting shorter." Reid states.
     "Which means we need to get moving. Wheels up in 20."
     I grab my newly packed bag of clothes and other things I need for when we travel out of my office. There's an unsettling feeling in the pit of my stomach. Maybe it's just because I haven't eaten.
     We board the plane and I sit next to JJ across from Emily. The unsettling feeling won't seem to leave me alone.
     "You okay over there, Y/l/n?" Prentiss asks, snapping me out of my trance of staring out the window.
     "Yeah, fine," I reply in almost a whisper.
     Garcia gives us more information about the victims and their cases. It seems so sad that all they will be known as now is victims. Files we had to fill and cases we had to solve.
     JJ gets up and makes some coffee. "Here Y/n," she says, handing me a warm cup, "you look like you need this."
     She's right. I'm exhausted. I didn't sleep much last night. All I could think about was the fact that I hated my boyfriend. And I don't even know why. He hasn't done anything lately that he hasn't done before, but for some reason, now I don't even want to look at him.
     I need to stop worrying about my stupid love life and worry about the case. I have a job to do.
     These girls, I can't stop picturing their faces. The pictures of the first two victims dead bodies. Their hair. Their eyes, even lifeless still terrified. I've seen worse, but somehow these images swirling in my head are enough to make me want to puke.
     "Are you sure you're okay?" JJ asks. I look up to see her and Emily staring at me. They can tell my face is pale. I probably look as gross as I feel.
     "They look like us, JJ." I say, turning my burning eyes to meet hers.
     "What?" She asks concerned.
     "The victims. Blonde hair, light eyes. They look like us, and they look a lot like me specifically," I tell her quietly where I'm pretty sure only she and Emily can hear.
     I can see the victims green eyes staring into mine every time I blink. Their blonde hair stained with blood as they lay lifeless in an alley in my home state.
     JJ doesn't say anything for a while. She grabs my hand and squeezes and finally says, "It's not personal. Remember that."
     She's right. It's not personal. I am not these victims. I am a part of a team that will find their killer and lock him away for good.
     I nod and give her a slight smile. And do the same to Emily who is still looking at me with worry.
     We arrive to Missouri. Just two hours away from where I grew up.
     "Alright, thank you for telling us," JJ ends the phone call she was on. "That was the detective who was on the case. The victim was found dead in the same alley just a few minutes ago."
     "Shit. Reid, Prentiss, you go to the police station and look through the case. Rossi and JJ will come with me and Morgan and Y/l/n go check out the crime scene," Hotch orders.
     A series of "yes sirs" and nods assemble as we all start to leave the plane.
     "I don't think that's a good idea," JJ says more to me than to anyone else.
     "I'll be fine," I assure her.
     "Y/l/n, what did JJ mean by that?" Rossi asks me.
     "Nothing sir, It's all fine."
     We walk down the steps and onto solid ground. A detective comes up to me and JJ first.
     "Agents Jareau and Y/l/n?" he says. We nod in confirmation before he speaks again. "Detective Barnes, I spoke with you ladies on the phone this morning."
     "Nice to meet you," I say as we shake his hand one at a time.
     "This is Agent Hotchner, Prentiss, Morgan, Rossi, and that's Dr Reid," JJ introduces them in order of how they're standing.
     We split up where we were all assigned. "Come on pretty lady, let's go check out the scene," Morgan says and I follow him to the black vehicle waiting for us.
     Detective Barnes drives in front of us, leading Morgan and me to the crime scene.
     We arrive shortly after we left, and there she is. With number marks around her and blood staining her blonde hair. Just like the other two.
     "She was stabbed in the chest twice, I'm assuming she bled out," Detective Barnes tells us. 
     "There's bruises on her arms and neck that indicate struggle," I point out, kneeling closer to the perished corpse. I want to throw up, but I fight the urges in my stomach and the thoughts in my head telling me to run.
     "He couldn't have killed them far from here, someone would notice someone dragging a dead body," Morgan says.
     "Maybe he lures them into following him into the alley," I suggest, standing back up and dusting off my dark jeans. My boots make a sound against the dirt and rocks as I move closer to Agent Morgan.
     "Or maybe he knows them so he doesn't have to," the detective says, more as a question. He's probably in his late thirties, probably been on the job a while. But his unsure tone and the scratching at his already balding head tells me his anxiety makes him question himself. Or maybe he's not used to cases like this.
     "It's possible, but why go through the trouble to kill them out here if they might let you in their homes." Morgan says.
     Unless he followed them, pretended to run into them then lead the victims here. But something in me tells me that's not the case.
     We walk slightly away from the scene and out by the street.
    "So I'm the unsub, what do I do?" Morgan asks, probably mostly to himself.
     "You follow these girls. Wait until you get the right chance and bring them here. Then you stab them a few times in the chest after they struggle. You watch them bleed out, then you flee the scene." I say.
     "You think he watched them?"
     "I do," I say. "An unsub like this has a reason for killing, well they all do, but for some reason their looks play into it. I'm guessing he wants to see them take their last breaths. He also enjoys their struggling, I'm assuming. The bruises, blood stain on her forehead. He would want to watch."
     "Damn."
     We try to figure out a little more.
     "Thank you for your help, detective," I say before we head to the car.
     I take a glance back at the body of Kaylie Parker and the pool of blood around her before Morgan drives us off to go back to our team.
     Hotch, Rossi, and JJ had gone to each of the victim's places to interview family members and get a look at the victims' living situations.
     Morgan and I reach the precinct at the same time they do. Reid and Emily have a board with pictures and evidence on it.
     We take a seat at the table in the room they reserved for us and review everything we know and we all say what we found out while we had split up.
     "I don't think these girls did anything to our unsub," Rossi says.
     "What do you mean?" I ask so he will continue.
     "I think they resemble someone who did do something to him. Or someone he think did."
     "So like a sister or a girlfriend or something?" I say.
     "Exactly. Or even someone else in his life or once was in his life," Spencer says, looking at me. "Are you okay?" he whispers, getting closer to me.
     "Spencer did you notice- never mind." I say.
     "You sure?"
      "Yeah it's nothing." Did you notice all three victims look like me?
     "Garcia, whatcha got?" Morgan says answering the phone.
     "Well my chocolate prince, I looked up the guy the PD told us reported the crime scene this morning and there's no sign of that name anywhere."
     "A fake name?" Morgan says.
     "I think so."
     "JJ, Y/l/n go ask the detectives to retrace the call," Hotch orders and we do.
     Garcia tracks the phone down to a name under the name Harry Reynolds. And sends us a picture of him.
     "What?" I say out loud.
     "What's wrong?" Emily asks.
     "Harry Reynold's is a patient I used to work with before I went to the BAU." I breath.
     "Are you sure?" Hotch asks.
     "Yes, I never forget a face." My breath catches in my throat and I think my stomach does as well.
     "You think he's our unsub?" JJ says to the team.

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