Framed [s.reid]

𝕯𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖒𝖘

Clementine

Spencer flinched and mumbled. My eyes open I move away. "Stop. What are you saying. No stop." Spencer speaks. Jennifer looks at him, concerned. "What are you?" That's when I knew. He was dreaming of me.

I poke his shoulder like a school girl wanting attention from her friends. He wakes. He looks at the plane in relief. His brown eyes shift to me. He looked at me with a disturbed look. We turn away from eachother. The rest of the plane ride was silent between me and spencer.

The plane landed. I grabbed my bag and walked out of the plane. I got into a car with blacked out windows. Soon the team gets in. Spencer sitting in back of me. "H-hey Clementine." Spencer's voice shook. I turn my head and he hands me my fathers journal.

"Was it too graphic." I mumble. He shrugs. I smile at Spencer and turn around in my seat. "Would she kill me." I heard the thought run through Spencer's head. The car soon smelled like fennel. Spencer thoughts made that smell his blood shifted from a floral scent to a burning fennel scent.

The car ride wasn't long at all. When we got to the precinct Hotchner talked with the detectives. "This is what we are going to do. We are going to stake out in certain areas near the hotel. So I will give you guys partners. JJ with Emily. Derek and Spencer. Me and Clementine." Hotch points to me. They all go to there assigned partners and I go with Hotch.

"Here put on this." Hotch leads me into a closet and hands me a vest. The vest was heavy. I take my jacket and bag off and hide them in the closet. I grab the dark blue vest. It was tight around me. Hotch put on his. "Okay let's the car." I turn around and try to find a car garage or something.

"March over here." Hotch leads me to a garage. We get into this black car. I don't know what it's called because i'm not good with cars at all. I like my bike. I put on my seatbelt and Hotch gets into the car. Hotch starts to drive. I space out. I was thinking about my childhood.

I was around 4 when it happened. I was playing in the halls with my brother in the cortez. We were playing with a toy ball. Tossing it back and forth. We weren't really siblings or close. We had usual playtime but that's really much it.

You see Timothy was raised by my mother more then me but I was raised by my father more then him.

Timothy throws the ball to me. I catch it in my hands. I got confident about throwing so I threw the ball with my eyes closed. That's I heard a shout. "Ow." The voice sounded like my dad's close campion. Mrs.Evers. Earlier that day I had a temper tantrum about cleaning up my toys like any four year old.

"Little girls have to learn." Mrs.Evers and I never were in good terms for some odd reason. I open my eyes to see Mrs.Evers walking hastily to me. She grabs my chest and tucks me under her arm like a doll. Like any child I kicked and shouted. "Let me go. I'm sorry." She opens the door to my dads office. The one time my dad wasn't in his office so he could stop her. He wasn't. I saw her reach for a bookshelf. She pulled down a red book.

The bookcase opened to a door with a lock. "Daddy!" I scream through my sobs. Mrs.Evers fiddles with the lock. The door opens to a small room. It was bright and it had two men and a woman laid on the floor they looked like they were asleep. she drops me. I fall on my face causing a bloody nose. I stand up and run to the door and bang on it. I scream, "Mom, dad anyone help." I turned around.

"Maybe these people will help me." I go to the woman first. She had brown hair and a tan complexion which was fading of color. I shake her. When she falls face up. Her neck had a cut and her eyes were cloudy gray. I gasp.

Then I look at the rest the men had the same thing. Cloudy eyes and cuts in there throats. I start to sob. The blood from my bloody nose dropped on to my navy blue sailor dress. I curl into a small ball. It felt like days when someone opened the door. It was my dad. He was wearing a his wifebeater and pants. His hair was a mess. "There you are Clementine." He sighs in relief.

I go running to him. I hug him tightly and cry. "What happened to you." He looks at my nose and grabs a handkerchief from his pocket and wipes my nose. I don't say anything. I just held on to him. He picks me up.

"Okay let's clean you up." He picks me up and closes the door. He walks out of his office and into the hallway. Mrs.Evers was there doing laundry. "Mrs.Evers could you take Clem and draw her a bath." He was about to hand me over when I scream. My father takes me back. His dark eyes look at me and then her.

"Never mind then." He carried me to my mothers room. He only did this when he didn't want me to hear or see something.

"You are going with mommy for a little bit okay. I'll be back to come get you." He kissed my forehead and knocked on her door.

Elizabeth opens the door. She sees me and looked relieved. "Could you take her for an hour or two I need to straighten something out." He puts me down and kisses the top of my head. I squeeze into her big room. It was more of an apartment but as a kid I didn't know what that was.

I heard the door close. I look at my moms white blonde hair and green eyes. "Let's get you cleaned up." My mom gave me a bath but after she gave me ice cream.

"So how did you get the bloody nose?" She asked me calmly.

"I-I  dropped." My eyes tear up thinking about it.

"Who dropped you?"

"Nobody."

My mom pulls out a chocolate bar and ten dollars. "If you tell me I will give you these."

"W-we we're playing ball. I c-closed my eyes to throw a ball. It h-hit Mrs.Evers. S-she picked me up and dropped me in dads room where I am not allowed to go. T-the room had people sleeping. But they looked like zombies." My mother looks down and gives me them.

A few hours later I started to get drowsy. I remember falling asleep on my moms royal blue sofa. That's when I felt someone's arms go around my back. I open my eyes a little bit. "No one can hurt you my clementine. No will."

"Clementine." Hotchner's voice snaps me out of my trance.

"What sorry." I look at Hotchner.

"I said are you okay?"

I nod my head. "What's that." I point to a lady with auburn hair and a black fur coat. She looks at our car and smiles.