Wildest Dreams

Chapter 12

Spencer's POV:

I leave the interrogation room and stand in the middle of the precinct, looking for something to do. It's too early to go to the hotel, but I don't think I could focus on anything long enough to be productive.

I decide to go into the viewing room and I hope she can't hear me moving around behind the mirror. I pull up a chair and angle it to the side so I am not directly facing her. If someone were to come in, I wouldn't want to have to explain what I am doing alone while watching the suspect, so I leave the door open.

I fiddle with the pages of my notebook and ponder what I could do while I sit here. I'm not an artist, so drawing her is off the table. I could write my feelings down, but my head feels like a tangled ball of yarn so I have a feeling that would be difficult.

Just as I'm about to leave the room quickly to get my puzzle book, the woman speaks up.

"Is someone there?", she asks.

I lean my head out of the door and when I don't see anyone I recognize in the immediate area, I deem it safe to respond.

"Y-yeah", I reply while holding down the speaker button.

"What's your name?"

"I'm uh... Spencer?", I say but it comes out like a question. I curse myself for being so awkward even when I'm not in the same room as her.

"Are you the one that was in here before? The nerdy one with the notebook?"

"That's me", I chuckle nervously.

We sit in silence for a moment, the tension palpable even through the glass.

"I didn't do it, you know", she says.

"Do what?"

"Kill them."

"Oh..."

"I don't know why Leora is claiming I did. I would never do that to anyone. They said they found evidence at my house, but I swear I don't have anything that could kill someone", she says, voice cracking.

Thus far, she has been strong and level-headed, but I can see her vulnerability coming through, if only slightly.

"I'd like to believe your innocence, but no one can know for sure until the ME report comes back", I tell her.

"Can you come in here?"

"No, I'm sorry"

"Why? Are you afraid I'm gonna kill you?", she teases.

I laugh quietly, but I doubt the microphone picks it up.

"Technically, I'm not even supposed to be talking to you", I say.

For the first time, I get to see her smile. Not one that I made up in my lonely mind, but a real, genuine smile.

"I didn't take you for a rule breaker."

"I'm not usually, but I didn't want you to be alone", I tell her. Her laugh echoes in the room and my chest blooms with an unfamiliar sensation.

Since when do FBI agents have heartfelt conversations with serial killers?

"I like you, Spencer. Maybe you can be my new best friend because my old one is framing me for murder", she jokes, but I can hear the true pain in her voice.

"Reid?", Morgan asks from the doorway. "What're you doing?"