Framed [s.reid]

𝕾𝖜𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖛𝖊𝖘𝖙

Clementine

Hotchner came into the Bureau a little after Garcia. I was at my desk looking at the suspect. Cherry Manson. A woman who had extreme wealth and connections also houses a lot of them. "Clementine my office." Hotchner asks.

Anxiety filled my stomach. I started to sweat. I stand up with wobbly legs and walk into the office. I gulped a little bit. "Reid tells me you might know who the unsub is?" Hotchner asks. I nod my head bring out the words to explain my reasoning in a shy tone.

"I believe it may be the wife. Because what the report is paint it is lipstick. The reason was so high because it old lipstick from the nineteen-thirties if you at the picture the lipstick is right next to to the mirror where Mr.Manson was killed. Also Cherry has a record of marrying rich men and they disappeared, died, or got murder all the same way. " It was moment of silence after I said those words.

"If I may add I have some experience with this type of stuff. She has a lot of money and mansions across the world. Which she could be fleeing as we speak so I think we should try to see if she is at her estate in Virginia. If that's alright." I had over ninety years of experience with this. I know I am not wrong.

"Sure. Spencer take her." Hotch agrees as we turned around He calls for Spencer in almost tone. "Spencer..." I stop in my tracks and turn around. I faced Spencer's curly hair and his back. I bit lip.

"Let Clementine drive." Hotch smiles jokingly. Spencer turns around to meet my gaze. We stare at each other for a few seconds. His brown eyes look at me. Today he was wearing a black and blue sweater vest with a white shirt and black tie under it. I snap out of it and smile then turn around and walk out of Hotch's office.

Spencer grabs a grey coat as we walked out of the bureau. We went to a car lot. Apparently using your own car is to dangerous I guess but I didn't question it. I get why it would be.

We get to the car. The car and had blacked out windows. Get in and turn the car on. I buckle my seat belt up. I start to drive out of the FBI unit. "Okay do I take a right or left." I look both ways. Spencer hesitates for a second. '

"Left..." I turn left. The leaves trees already were falling off the tree and a light frosted was on the road. I put on the gas pedal a little bit only enough to go only a few miles above the speed limit. "You're going five miles over the speed limit." Spencer tone sounded concerned.

"It's fine no one will care besides we have to get that house to see if shes fleeing." I continue to drive until there is a fork in the road.

I turn my head. Spencer points to the right. It was neighborhood. The cookie cutter houses. Some Yards had kids playing or a garden it was picture perfect.

We come to a dirt road in the middle of the neighborhood. Spencer didn't say no or turn around so I went up it. It was a steep windy hill. When the car got to the top it revealed a brick house.

It was brick with blue trim. There was a garden of roses in front of it. I park out front. I turn Spencer.

"Okay." He gets out of the car and we walked to the house. The stairs to the porch were wooden and were blue and white. The porch had a swing and the autumn wind filled the air.

I knock on the door big door. I step back a little. A few moments later a girl answered the door. She had wild blonde hair and was wearing a green crop top and low waisted jeans.

"Hey." She smirks at Spencer. "I know what you guys are here for. My bitch mom. She's in Port Angeles getting married. Find her I hope she rots in hell."She rolls her eyes and Spencer and I stare at each other for a second and go back to the car.

"Well I'll call Garcia." Spencer picks up his phone and calls Garcia.

We get in the car. I stare ahead as I drive. Listening to bits and pieces of the conversation going on the phone.

"Okay. Garcia, she isn't an immortal. Just because there was a woman who had the same name and looked the exact same doesn't mean she was the same person."

Garcia looked me up. She found out who I was. More importantly who my father was. This was going to lead to a porthole of questions. Spencer hangs up.

"Yes he is." I blurt out before he can ask me the question. "He's my great grandfather. Clementine is my grandmother."

"Oh... so your great grandfather is James March the creator of the Cortez. You know people still go missing in there right?" Of course I knew. I grew up there for god sakes.

"I really want to know what lead him to do the things he did. I want to know his perspective. I studied him in the academy. I forgot he had children." Spencer sounded remorseful. I had my fathers journals. I had his older ones at least. The ones leading up from when he was 8-30.

"His journals got passed down. We don't read them but good to have an artifact." I smile and sigh. The ride was quiet. He must of gotten the hint I don't like talking about my father. I can't really without revealing my identity.