Framed [s.reid]

𝕻𝖚𝖟𝖟𝖑𝖊

Spencer

It was the morning. I just got into work no one was there. I usually get here early it would usually be around seven o'clock till someone would come and that would usually be Garcia. But she was on vacation.

That was until I heard boots clack on the floor. She turned the corner wearing a white shirt, black jeans that could easily pass as business casual pants. She had a coffee colors coat on with a taupe colored scarf on. Her curly golden brown hair with a few brown highlights was pulled back into a ponytail.

Her eyes were alarmingly dark green and her plump lips were a pink shade today. Clementine.

As she walked in the confident sway faded once she saw me she jumped back a bit a little frightened. "Oh, Spencer! I'm sorry I didn't know you would be here so early." She gasped as she walked to her desk.

"It's okay. I just wanted to get a head start on this case." I sighed. She sat down at her chair. Clementine plugged in her computer and grabbed a water bottle out of her purse. She flipped the cap open and drank it. I could see the liquid in the straw. It was reddish-black it looked thick.

"What are you drinking?" Her eyes light up at me. She gulps it down and likes her teeth.

"Oh, it's a red current pomegranate with a charcoal smoothie. My sister-in-law made me one." She took another sip. "I usually have canned peaches for breakfast but Tessa thought I should have something healthier." She sighs and smiles.

"Canned foods were very popular in the great depression and during World War 2. They usually kept the foods in a jar too-" Clementine cuts me off before I could finish the sentence.

"I know." Her voice sounds grim and almost sad it felt like she was there. During that time. She sat there for a second in a depressed state. She snapped out of it completely. "So what's the case." She leans forward to me.

I give her the case files. Before she grabs the file she puts her water bottle away. Her hand grabs mine. I notice her acrylic nails. They were a purple burgundy. As she flipped through the file something caught her eye.

"This looks like a revenge killing or maybe money kill." She looks up at me. No, it couldn't be Walter Manson was on everyone's good side. According to his friends and family and anyone that knew him, he was the nicest person they have ever met.

"How could you possibly know that." I snapped at her. She looked at the case file a little more closely.

" "Ch-" it says on the mirror. I'm estimating that it says, cheater. Also, it isn't paint on the mirror. It's lipstick from the nineteen forties. I think you should look at the wife. See if she had any past husbands and if they died or disappeared. Also, look at the will for all of them. To see if it changed before the deaths or disappearances." I was amazed. Maybe I might have some competition.

"How do you know that?" I ask her. Clementine leans back in her chair and looks at me.

"I didn't grow up in the best place. I grew up in a weird hotel. Cops in and out for murders, drugs, anything illegal. I listened to the langue and looked at the crime scene. My parents didn't care if I saw it not. They saw it as natural for me to see that type of gruesome stuff." Clementine gives a sorrowful smile.

"I-I didn't know. I'm sorry." I felt bad for snapping at her like that. Clementine smiled shrugged.

"It's okay. Also, we should check the victim's wife to see if she has any boyfriends at the moment that could be her next victim." All of this info from a scan of a page.

"So... you look geeky let me guess you like Doctor Who?" Clementine teases. She changed the subject well from a traumatic childhood to the shows I watch.

"It isn't that bad. What do you watch Gossip Girl?" I shot back to her sarcastic comment she laughs a bit.

"No. I prefer movies. I love the movie Kill Bill or Jawbreaker. Those are good movies." She smiled. Soon I hear footsteps come in. It was Garcia.

"Hey, Garcia. Oh... um Garcia this is Clementine March. Clementine this Penelope Garcia the technical analyst here at BAU." She stands up and shakes Garcia's hand in a kind manner.

"Oh, so we think we have a suspect. So we need to speak with the wife and we need to see if the will was changed in the weeks leading up to the death." I shared her findings. I looked at Clementine she smiled at me.

"I will tell Hotch if you are fine with it." Clementine nods and goes back to her desk.

"I think you like her." Garcia noticed the eye contact between her and me. It was normal right for that eye contact?

"Well yeah as a friend. She mainly discovered this." I look over at her. I was feeling something strange unnatural at least to me.

I think I was developing a little crush on Clementine.