Framed [s.reid]

𝖋𝖑𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙

Spencer

"She's WHERE!" Hotch's voice sounded annoyed. I would be too. Clementine looks at her nails. She sighs a little bit.

"Port Angeles. She's apparently marrying her next victim." I move my hands into my pockets. I look at Clementine. I stare at her for a minute. Admiring her beauty.

"I'll call the airport to get a jet." He was about to pick up the phone when Clementine spoke.

"Mr.Hotchner may I go to my house and get some of my things." She asks. The tone of her voice sounded old fashioned. Hotch looked confused for a second.

"Go ahead the jet won't be ready for like three hours."

Clementine nods and walks out of the office. I watch her walk confidently out of my sight. When she was gone it felt like a spell was reversed.

"Oooo Spencer has heart eyes," Derek smirks. I roll my eyes. I sit down at the round table. Emily starts giggling.

"I do not have a crush on Clementine." My voice cracks when I say Clementine's name. I only knew her for two days, but I was falling for her. There was something about her that I wanted to know about her.

It went silent after that. I looked at the case file. It was an hour when Clementine came back. She had a dark green backpack. Her boots were replaced with black vans.

"She walks over to me. I brought the diary." She whispers. Her cheeks turned red as she looked over her shoulder and saw people staring.

"I'll give it to you on the jet."

A few hours past and the jet was ready. I grab my black backpack and a grey coat. It was almost Thanksgiving and the cold felt like December.

As we walk out to the jet I notice how Clementine's hip sway. I thought to myself. "Is she a god?" A weird though for sure. I see her pink lips form into a smirk. Almost like she heard my thoughts.

We come to the door. Morgan was in front of her and I got behind her. He holds the door open for her and me. "Thank you." Her voice sounded like an angel singing I thought.

No reaction as far as I could tell. We get on the jet. She tosses her bag to one of the long chairs. She sits down and puts the bag on her lap. She opens the bag and pulls out a hard covered book. It was a deep red. The pages were yellowing and the book stank of old.

"This one isn't the first one I didn't have time to find it. This one is one of the last journals he wrote. I think it's the year 1926." I put my backpack in the carry on the cubby.

I grab the book and buckle up. The plane starts to take off. I see Clementine close her eyes tightly and breathe deeply. I open the book. The writing was in perfect cursive. The date was January 1st, 1925.

Each page got more disturbing. Then he described his murders. I started to space out. "I've never seen Genius over here space out while reading a book." Emily laughs. I close the book.

"So what is boy genius reading." Emily looks down at the book in my hands. I try to think of what to say without talking about Clementine.

"Well... He found out that James Patrick March was my Great Grandfather. He had such a big interest in him I gave him one of his journals. Looks like it was too disturbing." She's right it was. Then he described his kills and assaults, the way he said he enjoyed them. It's hard to believe someone that gruesome is related to someone so sweet.

"Wait a second. You're related to one of the worst serial killers in America." JJ looks at Clementine as if she was lying. "He never had any children."

Clementine bites her lip. "Off the record. They had two in secret because it would ruin their image. Elizabeth gave birth in the hotel the only person who knows was his maid, Mrs.Evers, and the physician Dr. Charles Montgomery." Clementine's assertiveness made JJ regret accusations of her lying.

"Didn't his wife have an affair? I read somewhere that fed into the killings." I ask Clementine. She sits back.

"At that point, everything fed into it. He was a good father though from my research." A bit of turbulence shakes the plane. Clementine jumps a bit and starts breathing heavily.

"Are you okay March," Derek asks. Clementine nods.

"I'm a nervous flyer."

After we started talking about the case. After we reviewed we went to a random conversation. That's when I felt a weight on my shoulder. I look at my right shoulder. I see Clementine's head on my shoulder asleep. I could smell her hair, it smelled like roses. I start to dose off. My eyes fall to ease and I dream.