Pleasures a Crime Worth Committing

Chapter Twenty Six: Nightmares

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Over the course of the next few days, Hotch finally broke the original suspect down to confessing who he thought might of been doing this. Turns out, the original suspect murdered the no hotel owners mother, which you already knew. The thing that you didn't connect was how the sun might be out for revenge, trying to frame the suspect you have in custody for these murders.

Even with this information, the team did not want to hop on him mediately. You all would track him down first. This just means seeing when he leaves the establishment and returns, and how those times connect to the murders.

Knowing that you're now prime suspect was going to be in your close proximity had kind of the whole team on edge. You especially, but not really because of the case. It was something else. Something just fell off to you, like someone was constantly watching over you. Your brain kept telling you that it's nothing, but you can tell that your gut knows somethings wrong. You can't exactly put your finger on what it is, at least you haven't received any more weird calls.
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After being in Alaska for nearly 3 days, the night had finally come to an end. While everyone began packing up at the station and returning to the hotel, Hotch decided that Morgan would keep watch of the front door from outside at night, meanwhile Garcia would hack into their security cameras.

" This should just be sooo fun. Me in a car, by myself, all night? Not my thing." Morgan sarcastically stated as he stepped out of the SUV in front of the hotel. There was already an undercover car ready to go for him in the parking lot.

"Oh come on, it won't be that bad. I've seen you stay awake for two days straight, just surviving off of coffee alone. Remember Vegas?" Emily teased Morgan as he fidgeted with the car keys.

" We don't talk about vegas, even though that was pretty impressive. Anyway, see you all at sunrise." Morgan winked at the team as he backed away into his car.

" Garcia, I have already got you set up ready in your room. Keep watch. As for everyone else, sleep as well as you can." Hotch said right before he shuffled off into the lobby.
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Settling into your room, Spencer behind, you felt that sense of someone watching you again. It was weird. You felt the need to check over your shoulder to make sure nobody was there.

Right as you went to place your bag down, you felt your phone ring in the front pocket.

Who was it this time.

Reaching for it, flipping it open, once again the screen read...

'Unknown Caller'

"Hello? This is Y/N." You stayed into the phone, silence on the other end.

"Hello? This is not funny please stop calling this number." You finally said to the person calling. Just as you were about to hang up, you heard a quiet, distorted voice say-

"Do you like playing games?"

The voice sounded as if it had been put through an app to distort it. This person didn't want you to know who they were. Why?

"Depends, what game would you be referring to." You played along, hoping to keep them on the line long enough to figure out who this could be.

"It would be a dangerous game. A game that could end in someone getting hurt." They added, the tone of their voice playful, sounding like they almost enjoyed this.

"What do you want-" They cut you off before you could even speak.

" You'll see. Soon enough." They hung up, the dial tone being the only thing you could hear once again.

By the way Spencer was eyeing your face, a look of concern and worry covering it, he walked up to you.

"Are you ok Y/N? You look petrified." He said, licking the corners of his lips, removing the phone from your hand and placing it on the bed.

"Um yeah. I'm fine I guess." You looked at the floor as you felt Spencer's hands on your shoulders.

"Is this about me bringing that surprise with me here. We don't have to try anything new yet if you don't want to." Spencer's tone was sweet, his voice soothing to your ears.

"No, Spencer it's not that. I'm just a little scared, considering we are in the same building as a possible serial killer." Lying to him about the call, he let out a small sigh.

"I know, I know. I'm worried too. But we're safe, ok?" Spencer stepped away over to his bag, placing it under his coat, something once again in the front pocket. What on earth was in that bag of his?
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You and Spencer eventually both showered, him getting the couch ready while you began to drift off into sleep.

As your thoughts and worries began to wander into your dream, you saw it.

Your ex. She was standing in the middle of a dark room, one, single dim light igniting her face. A single wooden chair with hand cuffs and straps for the hands and feet.

Suddenly, the light flickered off. Darkness covering the room.

Once it was back on, you saw him in the chair. His hands and feet strapped down to the wood.

It was Spencer, his face had a look of concern and worry. His shirt sleeves rolled up and his forearm bruised.

Looking at your ex, now in the light, you saw her. Cat.

"Come here sweetie." Cat motioned her hand to you to come closer.

"No don't Y/N! She's dangerous ple-" Spencer screamed, Cat shoving a rag in his mouth.

"Spencer? Cat? What's going on?" You approached him and Cat.

"I just wanted to see you again. You've been fooling around with this guy? Really? You could do so much better than that." Cat started, placing a gun to Spencer's head.

"Cat what are you doing?" Slowly moving closer to her, holding your hand out, trying to convince her to put the gun down.

"I want us to be together again. You don't need him. Right?" Cat shoved them gun closer to his skull, tears running down Spencer's face, his eyes looking at yours.

"Cat put the gun down. Your right. I don't need him." Your hand growing closer to the gun.

"This is on you now." She let out, a grin growing on her face. The lights flickered out as you heard a single gunshot go off.

"NO! SPENCER!" You screamed, feeling tears running down your face. Your heart pounding as you felt yourself waking up, sitting on your bed.

Beads of sweat running down your chest as your breathing began to slow down.

You must have screamed something out in real life because you saw Spencer jump off of the couch, throwing the sheets off of himself and running over to your side.

"Y/N! Are you ok. You just screamed my name. What's going on?" He let out, rubbing his eyes and placing on his glasses. He must have also been asleep.

"Just had a nightmare... I'm sorry." Wiping the sweat off your forehead, you pulled the sheets back over yourself. You could sense Spencer's weight shifting off of the bed.

As he began to walk back over to the couch, you felt yourself sit back up to face him.

"Wait Spencer, will you stay with me?"

Quickly turning around to face you, a small smile appearing on his face. Removing the glasses from his face and setting them on the desk, he looked you up and down.

"Yeah. Yeah, I'll stay with you." He slowly pulled away at the sheets, you cuddling up closer to him.

Spencer placing himself next to you, lying on his back.

While he laid there, you curled up onto his chest, your ear on his heart. The beating noise coming from his chest gradually caused you to drift off into sleep.

Falling asleep in Spencer Reid's chest was one of the best benefits of doing this stuff with him. You couldn't wait until this case was over.