Implicated…A cinny-ster fic

A serial Rapist abducts young women and after torturing, and raping them for days he dumps them off. Sadly the crimes often go unreported because the women tend to not remember details and are embarrassed by the things that are done to them. Spencer Reid encounters one of these young girls and she accuses him of the unthinkable.

As always I do not own any part of CBS, ABC, Criminal Minds or the characters of the show. All original characters are of my own imagination and any resemblance to living or deceased persons is purely coincidental. For entertainment purposes only.

And a huge thank you to a special person who fed this monster and inspired this story. Thank you for letting me have the initial idea and run with in my own cinny-ster way!

And big time thanks to all of you, (you know who you are) who help me daily with reading and suggesting helpful ways to improve the stories I attempt to write. With out the reader and the reviews I would never do this, so Thank You from the bottom of my heart!

Cinny

A Normal Night

Chapter 1

Reid took one more deep breath before stepping out of the book store. It was musty inside and he loved it. Something about the smell of old books made him very excited. He walked down the sidewalk and paused in front of a coffee shop two doors down in a string of store front shops. The sign on the front window said, "Grinder's & Perk's" in gold lettering. The window display included a mountain of colorful latte mugs with various designs. Spencer decided to treat himself to a latte. He pushed the door open and a small bell jiggles above it. Round tables for two, covered with green cloths and glass toppers, adorned by wooden chairs dotted the floor space. The place was cozy. Recessed lighting and wall sconces made it appear sophisticated. Strategically placed orange, and black leather arm chairs and low tables cluttered with magazines and newspapers made the place inviting. The smell of fresh ground coffee mixed with vanilla, hazelnut, and cinnamon filled the air. Penelope would love it here. He thought about it and vowed to bring her with him one day.

His latte was sitting on the table, cooling. He pulled the book from his bag. Not ready to read it yet, since he would have it finished in minutes. He was going to wait until he was at home propped up in bed. Spencer thought of all the times he crawled into his mother's bed as a child and she would read to him. He searched for some of those old books, hoping to complete her collection again, and this leather bound book was one of them. He smiled. He couldn't wait to read it and imagine his mother voice, reading the story to him. Spencer ran his fingers along the spine. His smile fading replaced with a forlorn expression. He realized how lonely he really was and he placed the book to his face, inhaling the musty scent.

A woman watched him from across the café and she smiled when he sniffed the book. She stood, picking up her coffee; she decided it was now or never, she began walking towards him. When she got to his table she said, "Mind if I join you?"

Reid looked up at her, motioning to the chair across from him. He began to stand up before she stopped him, "No please stay seated."

As she got comfortable in the chair she said teasingly, "You know, you will get more out of that book if you actually open it and read it instead of smelling it."

Reid put the book down and smiled, a warm blush rushing to his cheeks.

"I'm sorry; I didn't mean to embarrass you. I saw you in the bookstore"

He looked at her closely. She had golden toned, curly hair. It was cut short with spiral ringlets framing her face, the back barely touching her collar. The curls bounced as she moved. She lazily tucked a curl behind her ear and it sprung back to its original position. When she smiled deep dimples appeared on the sides of her thin lips. She was very petite, with a round, perky face and wide blue eyes. Her nose turned up slightly at the tip and it only added to the cute factor. He didn't recognize her.

"Really, I didn't see you there."

She laughed and covered her mouth with her hand to stifle it. He thought librarian.

"I work there. I was stocking the shelves." She had handed him the book he was just sniffing, but yet he didn't remember her. She wasn't offended; he was extremely excited about the book. He had opened one while there and she was shocked how quickly he ran through it before putting it back on the shelf. She was positive he had read the whole book while standing at the book shelf.

"My name is Lori." She held her hand out to him and he took it.

"Spencer. I get a little wrapped up with the books I read. It must be great to work there." He said as a means of apologizing. He didn't know why he felt he should but he did it anyway.

She smiled again and said, "Spencer, it's not bad, but not what I want to do. What do you do?"

He thought about that for a minute. Did he want to get into his job with this woman? But he knew he couldn't lie to her. "I work in the Behavior Analysis Unit of the FBI"

"Oh do you know Derek Morgan?" Her face lit up and Spencer sighed.

"Yes, he is part of my team."

"Oh fantastic, could you tell him that my mother loves her new home gym and that his suggestion was perfect."

Reid raised his eyebrows and tilted his head to the side. He had thought she went out with Morgan but now she was talking about something he suggested to her mother.

"He comes in to the shop, one day and saw me looking at sale ads for treadmills. He helped me so much. I will forever be grateful because I know someone would have take advantage of me when I went to buy it for her."

She was going on and on explaining her relationship with Morgan, or more like down playing it. He didn't understand why. Spencer never really understood why woman were attracted to him. Most of the time he never noticed they were hitting on him until it was blatant, and then he would be embarrassed. He definitely didn't seek them out. This time he completely missed the clues, believing she wanted to date Morgan.

They talked for awhile. Lori hoped she didn't push him away when she mentioned Derek. She thought the common thread would draw them together, but she should have known better. Spencer seemed to sink back into his protected shell when she mentioned Morgan.

Lori was aware that they both were FBI and thought maybe they knew each other. She had pegged Morgan correctly knowing he was out to have a good time, but she couldn't figure out Spencer. Lori didn't even know his name until now. And yet she knew so much about Derek Morgan, even though she barley spoke to him. She purposely made sure she was at the counter when Morgan came in and on the sales floor when Reid was in the store. This way she had a reason to talk to him. But he never paid her much attention. She suggested books to him and handed him a few over the last few weeks, he obviously never noticed. She was about to give up her pursuit of him, chalking it up to either he was gay or had a girlfriend. Then she saw him enter the coffee shop.

Deciding to give it one more shot she came over to him. She was glad she did, but they had both been quiet for a few minutes now, lost in their own thoughts. She wanted a real relationship someone she could share her dreams and desires with, trusting he wanted one too. She didn't want to overwhelm him by trying to drag out the conversation. She was about to give him her number and thank him for the company when he suddenly stood up. He took his wallet out of his pocket and threw a five dollar bill on the table. He put his hand out to her and she took it.

"It was nice to meet you, Lori."

She held his hand longer than necessary wishing that he would know she was interested in him. "Wait please, let me give you something." She reached into her purse and pulled out her card. He took it from her and one thing on the business card stood out, Lori Brenner Massage Therapist. He swallowed; his last ordeal with a spa was not good. Two of his most anxiety causing things rolled into one, being touched by a stranger and therapists.

"I'll give this to Morgan and thanks."

"No Spencer that is for you. If you need me to find a book for you or maybe you would like to go to dinner sometime, give me a call."

Spencer was so nervous that as he gathered his things he knocked his wallet onto the floor. He left the café. She noticed it and picked it up but as soon as she went outside after him, he was gone. She walked back inside and told the waitress that if Spencer came back he should call her.

She got into her car and drove away, thinking if he didn't call she would find him at the BAU, even if she had to call Derek Morgan.