Paranoia - s.reid

Framed

Another couple of weeks had passed and everyone was doing okay.

Spencer and Liz sat in their bathroom, a pair of scissors in the latter's hand. The quiet snipping of hair was heard as the pair sat in silence, waiting for Liz to finish cutting Spencer's hair.

"And you're done, wow hottie, look at you!" She grinned wrapping her arms around his shoulders as they looked into the mirror together. "Thank you, princess." They met in a kiss. Spencer spun around in the chair, wrapping his arms around Liz's waist, looking up at her. 

"Sing for me?" His eyes held so much adoration, Liz swore she could feel her heart swell.

"En français?" He nodded at her. He loved it when she sang in French.

Liz began singing La Vie en Rose, smiling down at the man before her, swaying to the sound of her voice.

"Heureux, heureux, à en mourir. 

Hold me close and hold fast
this magic spell you cast
This is la vie en rose

When you kiss me, Heaven sighs
And though I close my eyes
I see la vie en rose."

The painful ringing of Liz's phone cut the song short. Their smiles instantly fell. "Elizabeth Bundy, here." She put the phone on speaker, putting it on the counter and wrapping her arms around Spencer again.

"Hey, it's me. Look, I get it's a Sunday and you have work tomorrow but can you come over?" Liz sighed at the sound of her sister's desperate voice.

"Which one did you break up with?"

"Sean. I've got ice cream, popcorn and movies."

"I didn't like Sean, anyways. I'll be there in 20, say hi to Spencer."

"Hi Spencer! I'll see you in a bit, love you."

"Love you, too." Liz began changing, leaving a pouting Spencer to follow her into the bedroom. "Do you have to go?"

"If I don't come back tonight, Rose will drop me off at the office tomorrow. I'll see you soon, I promise." She smiled, ruffling his hair and pecking his cheek.

"Okay. I love you." He smiled, watching her grab her purse and open the door.

"I love you more!"

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It was early when Aaron Hotchner entered the completely empty office of the BAU. What he didn't expect to see was the pictures of Elizabeth Bundy taped all over the walls. Not a single bit of the white wall could be seen under the black and white images. He rubbed his eyes, sure he was imagining everything. When he opened them again, everything was still the same.

He would've thought it was a dumb prank if he didn't notice how the pictures were taken from a distance and were completely candid. He pulled out his phone, dialing Garcia.

"Yes, sir?" Her voice was slurred and tired. He couldn't blame her, it was 6:00 in the morning.

"Garcia, get me on a joint call with everyone. Right now."

"Yes, sir." Her voice was more lively. He waited a minute before hearing a familiar ringtone. He approached Spencer's desk, finding a Blackberry. "Everyone's coming on now, Lizzy's not answering her phone."

Hotch sighed. "It's because her phone is with me."

"Hotch, what's going on?" Morgan asked., his voice raspy.

"It's 6:00, we don't have a case, do we?" Emily groaned.

"Is Elizabeth with any of you right now?"