3 [Spencer Reid x Reader]

Contingency Plan

It was only a matter of time. Those men knew where you lived, and the police would only slow them down. It was early in the evening, only 4pm. Perfect.

You got to your apartment, setting everything up for emergencies like this. You had thought of almost everything, had enough time to plan, figure out how to wiggle out of situations like these. Before you had even started killing, you had practiced the drill, over and over and over again just to get it right. And then after, you practiced twice a month. Call it paranoia, but it was paying off. You could get in and out of your place in about 12 minutes flat, give or take.

And then you were on the road. Charlotte was only about a 4 hour drive from where you were. You had purposely refrained from killing here, although you did enough research to have backup victims for this exact reason. A quick getaway, a quick distraction. It would be too early for a kill, but you wouldn't be the one doing the killing.

What time was it now?

7:30.

Great. You were less than an hour out of your destination. The pizza that you had ordered should arrive at your place soon, where it would sit on your doorstep because you had left a note asking the delivery driver to do so. Because funnily enough, when you order ahead, some restaurants don't charge your card until they start to make your food at a later time. Your bank card would register a transaction in a city 4 hours away from where you were right now. Even better, you could set up text messages and emails to send at certain times. With your phone and laptop safely squared in your room, there was constant activity showing you were in town. Your television was queued to play whatever show you were watching continually, your bedroom light on. From the outside looking in, it was as if you had been home all night.

It would be dumb to think that the little gangsters hadn't put a tracker on your car; in fact, your entire plan was hinged off of that hope. You parallel parked on a carefully chosen side street about 30 minutes from downtown. This was the difficult part. You had to time this correctly, almost exactly to the second. You knew it took almost 10 minutes for police officers to show up here. You just had to wait. It was already pretty dark outside, and it only took about 45 minutes of waiting before you saw a car circle the block twice, and then park a few spaces ahead of you. Good. The second the men had parked and started to walk towards your vehicle, you jumped out and used one of your backup disposable cellphones to dial 911.

"911, what's your emergency?"

"Help!" you whispered into the phone, walking quickly down a few blocks. You knew the men were behind you.

"What's wrong ma'am? Are you alright?"

"They shot her!" you whispered, adding a scared little sob to your voice. "I think they saw me too, please send help! I'm on Anderson Street, near the park. Please hurry!"

And then you hung up the phone. You discretely checked behind you. Yep, they were right there, about 30 feet back. Good.

You turned down another street and there she was, sitting on a bench in front of some apartments and smoking like she always did every single night for hours on end. Amelia. A child abuser, an absolutely sick and twisted woman. You picked up your pace, running straight towards her.

"Ma'am, ma'am please! There's men behind me, you have to help!" you cried. She looked up at you with a surprised expression, and then glanced behind you to see the men rounding the corner. You grabbed her hand, making her stand with you. She fought you off, but kept glancing almost fearfully towards the ever-approaching men.

"What are you doing?" she cried.

And then one of the men drew out a gun.

You ducked behind Amelia, pushing her in front of you like a human shield. You screamed bloody murder, screamed for help as loud as you could, so loud that you could barely hear the gunshots, could barely hear the sound the bullets made when they punctured Amelia's chest one, two, three times.