"Goodbye, Agent Cook," Aaron Hotchner said as he walked by Jennie Cook, who was getting ready to leave for the weekend. She planned on going out of state to surprise her parents for their anniversary.
"Bye, Hotch," she said, and he walked off. As she walked to the doors of the building, she said goodbye to the other agents in the BAU. "Bye Prentiss! Bye Garcia! Bye Morgan!" She waved at them all. Prentiss and Garcia waved at her, but Morgan just nodded curtly. She looked kind of hurt, but walked away without a word.
When she was out of hearing range, Garcia smacked him in the chest. "What is wrong with you?" She asked. "She tries to be nice and you just brush her off!"
"You don't see it, Baby Girl," he replied. "She's not trying to be nice, she's trying to replace Reid." He grabbed her hand and held it to his chest.
"You're right," Garcia said. "I DON'T see it."
"And even if she WAS trying to replace him," Prentiss butted in. "No one, could ever replace him."
"Yeah, and he left because he had to," Garcia said.
"Oh?" Morgan asked. "What makes you say that?"
"He was becoming a Schizophrenic. He needed to get treatment."
Morgan just shook his head and walked off.
3.
Cook held onto her purse tightly as she dodged the large puddles of water on the sidewalk. For some reason she felt like she was endangered. She held up her hand and whistled for taxi, tapping her foot while she waited. Finally, one came, and she got in. "Um… 599 Pennywood Roads," she told the cab driver her address.
As he drove, she thought about her team. Why didn't Morgan like her? She didn't like it when people didn't like her. Jennie Cook is very socially awkward, and she doesn't really know how to interact with other people. Add that to her very above average I.Q., and the fact that she wasn't very pretty and you've got yourself someone with very little social skills, but still, she NEEDED acceptance. If Morgan didn't like her, she thought she wasn't good enough. Cook sighed, trying to clear her mind of all negative thoughts. Note to self, she thought. Try to get meds adjusted.
She had been so caught up in her thoughts, she hadn't noticed where the taxi driver was taking her. Well, if anything, the place they were at now was not 599 Pennywood Roads. "Um, excuse me?" she said.
"Yes?" the driver asked.
"I apologize, it's my fault because I wasn't paying attention, but I think you might've made a wrong turn…"
The man in front of the steering wheel, turned around, and the first thing she noticed was that he didn't look like a regular cab driver. He was very well groomed, and wearing a sweater vest. This alarmed her. The man smirked and said, "Oh, believe me, I didn't take a wrong turn, Agent Cook."
As soon as he said her name, she knew this wasn't a regular taxi ride. She quickly put her hand on the handle of the car door, trying to open it, but she noticed it was locked, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't unlock it. Well, this sucks, she thought. She didn't have her gun on her either.
"What… what do you want?" she said, her voice shaky. "I'll give you anything."
He looked at her through the rearview mirror. "I want my job back."
Her brow furrowed and she said, "I-I'm sorry sir, I don't understand. Isn't your job driving a taxi?"
He laughed. "No, no it's not. You'll understand soon enough," and then he pulled into the driveway of a small house.
She sighed, fully relying on running as soon as this creep unlocked the door. He was about to unlock it when he said, "You run, I shoot," and pulled out a gun. She closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose. She was a fast runner, but not coordinated enough to dodge a bullet. She would just have to go with it, and pray to God she would be found before he could do anything too damaging.
3.
She woke up in a bed that wasn't her own. She was hand cuffed to the head board. She thought that if she was very careful not to make noise, she could inch her hands out of the handcuffs and escape. As she slowly started to pull her small hands out of the cuffs, she heard a voice. "Haha, I don't think so," he said.
Crap! she thought, and said, "What do you want from me?"
"I guess I should start with the basics," he said. "My name's Spencer Reid. I had your job before you came around. I want it back."
Her eyes widened. He was the Spencer Reid? She had heard so many stories about him. She tried to hide her admiration for the man who would likely murder her, but she could tell he could see it. "Um, well… I'm sorry for the loss, sir, but there's nothing I can do about it."
"Oh, but you're wrong. I'll get rid of you, and pass it up for a suicide. You had problems at home that nobody else knew about. You'll tell them to check the medicine cabinet, where they'll find all of your meds. You'll shoot yourself. After all, you DO have access to a gun. I'll give it a week, and then come back, completely sane. They'll welcome me back with open arms, and eventually Jennie Cook will have never existed."
"You're… You're crazy!" She exclaimed, and shrieked, trying to yank her arms out of her restraints.
"Oh, but that's the best part, isn't it? You're suicide will make so much sense, even if I DO write it, because we're so much alike." He slowly walked over to the bed and sat down next to her, making the springs protest. He slowly stroked her face, and then tucked her hair behind her ear.
She blushed a deep shade of red. All intentions of murder aside, this was the closest she'd ever been to guy that she wasn't arresting or that wasn't her family. If he wasn't a psychopath, she might have even developed a crush on him.
He smiled at this, and said softly, "You're very pretty, you know. I bet you've been on multiple dates."
Her eyes widened and she turned an ever darker shade of red. "U-u-um… N-n-no, a-actually," she sputtered. "I'm very socially awkward." After she admitted this, she got irritated at herself. Why was she telling this to him? Why did she feel so comfortable around him?
He laughed at this. A loud, high-pitched giggle. She tried to stifle her laughter. His laugh was so stupid sounding, it was hard not to giggle at. He didn't seem like a Schizophrenic murderer at all when he was like this. "See? We are more alike than you will ever know, Agent Cook." He touched her cheek, and than stood up abruptly. "Well, I'm going to go out and get groceries. Don't go anywhere." As he left the room, she could hear him laugh that ridiculous laugh.
Well, Cook, how are you gonna get out of this? she thought to herself, and sighed. She tried to go to sleep, tried to will reality out of her mind.
Well, how was it? I'm sorry Reid seemed to be OOC. I wasn't quite sure how to write the regular, adorkable Reid into an Unsub. However, I promise that regular Spence will slowly make his way to the surface. You could already KIND OF see him at the laughing bit. Also, I apologize if my OC seemed a little mary-sueish. I put her through the Mary-sue Litmus Test, and she got a 48, but I'm not sure how I could rewrite her so she's not as sueish. Personally, I don't really see it, but if you have any suggestions on de-sueifying her, please tell. :]