Summary: Spencer's in trouble with the law, and soon he finds himself in prison for the murder of a homeless man he had known in his past. Things go down hill from there.
Pairing: Spencer Reid/OC
Rating: Mature for violence, gore, sex, rape, abuse, drugs, drinking, adult language and mentions of multiple murders and prison rape.
The television hummed softly from the other room; the screen filled with colorful, fuzzy pictures dancing, casting moving shadows on the blank walls above the couch. The rest of the place was dark and dull, just dim blue light from the screen to illuminate the surrounding rooms. I sat at the kitchen table, alone, as always. I recalled hearing something from the television about a man that was committing hate crimes a few towns over. Hate crimes? Oh, God, no. Hate crimes didn't happen around here. This was no hate crime; it was a piece of art. So what if the subject was African American? It surely wasn't a hate crime. I sat, disgusted, as I listened carefully to the pretty reporter who was currently in the park I had visited not too long ago. She spoke with fake emotion as the camera zoomed to the small wet area of grass, tinted a dark shade of red. I didn't recall that being there. Last time I checked, the area was clean.
Of course, a body does bleed quite a bit after you've stabbed it repeatedly. I suppose the blood got there after I left.
Oh my, my. I had almost forgotten to take then knife out of the shirt it was wrapped up in. Ah, the metallic smell of blood filling the air.
How I've missed you, my friend.