Framed [s.reid]

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Spencer

It was Monday after the date and Clementine arrived later than usual. She looked annoyed, as she was on the phone with someone.

"Dad! I'm at work right now. Yes, we will talk about this sometime later. No. Dad! Okay bye!" She hangs up and puts her phone in her back pocket and goes to her desk and sighs. She pulls her brown hair a little bit.

"Who was that?" JJ asks and Clementine chuckles.

"My Father." Clementine rolls her eyes.

"What did he want?" I ask.

"He wants me to go see him on the 30th."

"Why? What's special about October 30th?" Clementine bites her lip.

"Devils Night. All of my family and a few of my father's friends have a dinner party and a celebration."  A lot of people go missing at the Cortez on October 30th.

"I haven't gone for the last 3 years and let's just say my father is a little mad about that. Also, he is trying to set me up with someone. So if I was to go I wouldn't go unless I had a plus one."  Clementine never talked about her father. The only thing she said was that he was old fashioned.

"Why haven't you gone for three years?" Emily chimes from doing her paperwork.

"My dad and I fought. It was about how I was sleeping with two many men and I was ending up like my mother." I wanted to ask her something that was a little private but I couldn't hold it back.

"Are you experienced?" Jennifer and Emily look at me with a scold. Rossi comes into the room and stops when he hears us talking.

"Well...Maybe if I ever fuck you can make an opinion on that." I only had one girlfriend in my life. But it only was kissing nothing else. It once almost went to sex but she didn't want to go that far yet. She was cheating on me come to find out.

"What are you kids talking about?" Rossi stared at me in confusion.

"Nothing."  I snap in embarrassment.

"Okay, Team we to the group table," Hotch shouts.

We all go including Garcia. "Okay so in New York there have been a serial amount of assaults and murders all the same. A woman is found dead with a name on her neck. The first girl had the name choked carved into her next and was had an apple core lodge into her throat. She also had brown eyes and black hair this is important later. The second girl had blonde hair blue eyes. She had the name Glass carved on her foot. She also was beaten to death with something glass. The third had blonde hair and brown eyes. She had the word Sleep on her hand. She died in her sleep suspected poison. The latest victim had red hair and blue eyes. She had Drown on her leg. She drowned." Garcia clicks slide through a slide.

"Do you guys have a lead?" Hotch asks.

"Yes. People think it's Peter Webber. He was charged for kidnapping and assault." Garcia shows photos of the victims. I glance at Clementine. Usually, the newbies flinch or have to look away. She didn't. She stared at the screen normally. I guess it was because she was a March.

"Well let's get to the jet." Derek moves to pick up his folder. Clementine grabs her folder and throws it into her new purple backpack. We get into the jet. We talk about the case and what we were going to do. Clementine's phone rings. Luckily we weren't in the air yet.

She answers it. "God dad! I'm about to go in the air! Dad yes I know. Yes but- okay fine! Call me again I'm blocking you." She hangs up her phones and sighs.

"My apologies." Clementine lays back. Her face turns to a deep shade of pink.

We landed in New York City. We got to the precinct we needed to be. We started walking in. That when one of the guys with brown hair and blue eyes looked at Clementine happily.

"March! Long time no see!" The man yells making Clementine look over at the man.

"Carisi! How have you been."  Clementine puts a piece of her brown hair behind her ear and smiles at the man.

"Good better. Since-" That's when a lady with brown hair and brown eyes walks out of the office with a man that looked similar but with green eyes.

"Welcome. I will introduce you guys that and we will get started on breaking down on this guy." The woman sighs.

The woman with blonde hair was Amanda. The man with black hair was Fin. The man who said Hi to Clementine was Sonny. The man with the green eyes was Rafael and the woman with brown hair was Olivia.

We all started cracking down on everything. The murders were four days apart. But we are on the 5th day and nothing. There were no fingerprints and no witnesses. All the bodies were dumped in different spots mainly Alleys with no connection.

"Okay. Maybe this guy will commit one tonight and we can go off of there. So for the night just get some sleep but keep an eye on your phones." Olivia yawns. Hotch takes Olivia's order. He never listens to people on Olivia's level usually but Hotch and Olivia are close friends so I can see why he has a big amount of respect for her.

I go to my small hotel room for the night. I booked a 4-star hotel due to my surprisingly low on travel points. I was relaxed in the bed reading Breaking Dawn again when my phone rings. It was from Morgan.

"Hello?"

"You need to get to the Equinox hotel!" He sounded serious.

"Why?"

"Something happened to Clementine we think it was the unsub."

My heart stops. I throw the book down and quickly get dressed. I find a cab and get to her hotel as soon as I could. I meet Derek. He brings me up to her suite.

I see glass shattered. A broken mirror. Blood was drawn on the bed and floor. The TV is broken. The lounge chair flipped. The bed's blankets and sheets were on the floor. Her clothes were too. Her white silk top was on the floor and her black pants too.

"We also found this poem." Derek hands me a piece of paper as I put on white gloves. I read it.

"Her hair was brown and wavy. Her eyes a dark green. She reads in the small lounge and smiles as she flips through the book and smiles. Her lips were a beautiful pink. I knew I had to keep her. I picture her like a doll at the toy store on the main. I picture her as a doll-like the one in the American girl shop. The problem is that the little doll has misbehaved and will be taught a lesson. Little Doll will behave and she will not be like the rest."

The poem made me sick. It made me want to vomit.