𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 - Spencer Reid fanfiction

Mismatched Socks

WORD COUNT: 1,243 

TW MENTIONS OF R*PE AND ASSAULT

"Alright guys, now that we have our introductions down we should get into this case..." JJ says and points toward the presentation. She grabs the remote and moves to a slide with four victims, all women, brown hair, brown eyes, and pale skin... like me.

"These killings are based in Wallace, Idaho with a population of 780. Throughout this month these girls have been found each week. A very small town, so obviously word had spread fast. The four victims, Melissa White, Heather King, Nicky Bradley, and Jennifer Parker all were raped and killed. They all were found with their wrists with rope marks and signs of choking. They also were all found in their homes with no sign of breaking and entering." JJ says and places down the remote.

"Well from that we can tell that they are not afraid of the unsub..." I murmur to myself.

Spencer looks over at me and says, "What did you say, Ivory?" Him saying my name sent butterflies to my stomach.

"Um, well, it's just that there is no forced entry, so that shows they trusted the unsub and let them in." I looked up and made eye contact with Spencer. He had a slightly proud smile.

"Good, Ivory," Hotch said. "So our unsub looks like an unguarded trusting person. Garcia, can you please look and see if any of the girls could be linked in any way?" He said and looked over at Garcia.

"Yes sir, I'll get right to it." She said and walked off with her notebook and to her area.

"Doesn't Ivory need a go-bag?" Prentiss says as she puts the corner of her pen in her mouth.

Spencer looks over and I look up, "I can drive her to her dorm and meet you guys at the jet." Spencer says and checks the time.

"Alright," Hotch says, "I will have you guys go while we discuss so you get there in time. The team and I can tell you more about the case on the jet."

"Oh, okay," I say even though all this is going so fast.

"Keep up Phillips," Spencer said already down and on the first floor.

"Oh!" I run down and we both hop into his car. I buckle my seat belt and look around. There's no trash and it's all spick and span.

"Your car is clean," I say as he places his go bag in the back of the car and sits down in the driver's seat.

"I like everything to be clean." He says and buckles his seatbelt. He then starts his car and I tell him my dorm's address.

We drive over and I ask him, "Can I turn on some music?" And turn to him while he looks straight out while his hand rests nicely on the wheel.

"Um, depends on what music." He says and nods to the radio.

"What about... Wallows, or Rex Orange County?" I say with a grin on my face.

"Who?" He says and turns on some Billy Joel.

"Uptown girl? Seriously!" I say and laugh.

"What?! It's a good song!" He chuckles and starts to tap on the wheel.

By the time we get to my dorm the song is over and I run-up to my door and grab my things. I grab everything I believe I needed. I then knock quickly on Rose's door and she opens it glad to see me.

"Look who we have here!" She opens her arms widely and brings me into a hug. I hug her back quickly and then smile.

"No time to chat, Rose." I say and smile, "I'm going on my first case, in Wallace, Idaho!" 

"What? But you just started." Rose turns into mama bear mode and grabs my arm. "Please tell me you will be careful."

"Of course, Rose. I will text you, bye love you!" I kiss her cheek and run down to Spencer's car. He was waiting, and it had started to rain. I put my bag over my head and jump in the passenger seat. I place my bag on the car floor and buckle my seatbelt.

"It's my turn to pick some music now!" I say gleefully and grab the aux. He looks over ready to take it back but rolls his eyes and starts driving to the hangar. We come to the jet just in time, five minutes before wheels are up. I look around and Morgan takes my bag and puts it up in the cupboard.

"So, this isn't metaphorical?" I look around inquisitively, "You guys actually have a jet?" I see a chess board and recliners. The smell of the jet smells like pine sol as if someone had cleaned it before we entered. 

"Yes," Hotch said and looked back at his files. 

I sit down across from Spencer and he smiles looking down at his book. I grab my file and read about the case. The unsub is a sadist. He enjoys watching the women being raped. I looked at the body's when found, the women are turned on their back and unclothed, they had their eyes open, strangely open.

"Um, guys?" I say and everyone turns to me. "Have they looked at the eyes?" I say and point towards the picture of Jennifer Parker. "Have they swabbed their face?" 

Morgan clicks a few buttons on the computer and Garcia pops up. "Hello my furry friends, what do you need?" Her glasses fell off her nose a little and she pushes them up.

"Hey, Garcia, can you tell us the autopsy reports?" Morgan nods towards our file.

"Sure," We watch her type and she stares intently at her other computer. "They found all the girls with rope marks on wrists, and ankles. They found signs of rape and Jennifer had a fractured pelvis. And then...wait a minute..." She says her brows start to furrow. "They found traces of an adhesive on the eyes," Garcia says exasperated.

"They glued their eyes open..." JJ whispers to herself but we all heard it and nodded.

"Garcia, can you see if any of the girls are linked in any way? Can you also see if any of them had maids, dog walkers, or anything in that vicinity?" Spencer says and folds his hands on the table. 

"I actually was already ahead of you wonder boy. They weren't linked but they all had a plumber come over the week before. It's a different plumber but the same company." She winks and then says, "Garcia out!" The screen goes black and he laughs at his nickname. Everyone goes back to their own are and keeps to themselves. 

"Okay," Hotch says and writes something down.

I look down and see Reid's shoes, his socks unmatching and I giggle at that. He looks up at me and I hide my smile. His eyebrows furrow and lips part a bit and mouths to me, 'What?' I start to smile even more and put a hand to my mouth to hold my laugh in. He taps my arm and says, "What's so funny?" He has a smile now laughing at me laughing at his socks.

"Oh, it's just a doctor, like yourself, wears mismatching socks, and converse." I start to laugh more now, and Emily hears and starts to laugh as well.

"What's wrong with my socks?" He says and pulls up his pant leg to show one sock with green and purple stripes, and another one that's a solid purple color. Everyone starts laughing except Spencer and he looks around with his mouth open and confused. "What?" His voice cracks. We then laugh harder and tears start to brim in my eyes.