To love or not to love
Chapter 1.…saying goodbye
Izzie's POV
A month. It had been one month since I, Isobel Monroe left the BAU and my life behind for a fresh start. Who knew a fresh start would have me working as a police officer in a Los Angeles station. I remembered the day I left, I told them it was for personal reasons
*Flashback*
I entered agent Strauss's office as she was in a meeting with a man I had never seen before. "What do you want agent Monroe? I'm in a meeting." She had snapped. The man just stared at me.
"I just wanted to give you these," I handed Strauss my badge and gun. "And tell you, I'm officially quitting."
"And may I ask why agent Monroe?" she asked.
"Personal reasons ma'am." I held my breath, hoping Strauss would buy it.
"Very well. I will inform SSA Hotchner of this decision as soon as you clear your things out. Good bye Ms. Prentiss."
"Good bye ma'am." I felt her throat constrict. I loved this job and everyone I worked with. But I didn't want to do this anymore.
So I cleared my desk while everyone else was at a training session they had to do. Before I left, I laid a letter in Spencer Reid's desk and tucked a bundle into his desk drawer.
*End flashback*
I felt guilty. I had done exactly what Gideon had done and left a note. I just wanted to forget. Forget everyone at the BAU. Especially him. The reason I left. To start over so they couldn't find me, I had even bought a blonde wig and contacts to make my normally green eyes brown. I also took on my dead sister's name. Everyone I currently worked with knew me as Izzie, but they also knew my past and they understood why I would want to run from it. So, in front of anyone who could be connected to my past, they called me Mary Landon.
Spencer's POV
As soon as we got back from training I knew something was wrong. For one, Izzie never showed up to the training course. Two, Strauss was here, and three, Izzie's desk was cleared off. I immediately went to it and opened the drawers. Empty. 'This couldn't be! She wouldn't leave like this! Would she?' Everyone else watched with sad eyes as Hotch went to talk to Strauss. I walked over to my desk and found a letter. It was in Izzie's handwriting. I instantly knew it was only for me if the others didn't get a copy. So I opened it and began to read
Dear Spencer,
This note is for you and only you. Don't let anyone else read it. I'm not planning on coming back, so, here it goes. There is a reason I'm leaving, why I left. No matter what you think, there is a reason. But first, I have to tell you something. In your desk drawer, I left you letters. There is one for everyone except you since your reading yours. I want you to give them to everyone when you feel the time is right. Okay, to the point. When I joined the BAU I planned for a lot of things. I planned to have a life that consisted of work, work, and more work. I planned on making friends with all of you. I planned on helping make the streets safer. What I didn't plan on was falling in love. No, not with you Spence. I know how oblivious to these things you are, so you probably don't understand. Why can't I just tell him? Well, it isn't that easy. I didn't plan for it and I, I can't deal with it. The only people who know the whole truth are J.J. and Garcia. However, she doesn't know I'm leaving. I love you Spence. I do. You're like the brother I never had. But, I can't do this anymore. I can't keep going on like it doesn't bother me, cause it does. Oh and by the way, you can have all the dorky Sci-Fi movies we watched together. I know it isn't much of an apology, but it's the best I can do. I'm sorry Spencer. Please tell everyone that and make sure that someday, they get their letters. I really do love you all.
Love,
Izzie
I could feel the tears in my eyes. I immediately opened my desk drawer and sure enough, there were the letters. I stuffed them in my bag and wiped my tears. As I looked up, everyone was getting back and Hotch was coming down the stairs. "Everyone. Izzie has decided to quit. She didn't say why, or where she was going but she did quit."
I saw Emily start crying and Morgan looked mad. Rossi looked indifferent. He was good at hiding his emotions. I cried. I cried because I lost my sister. And it wouldn't be the same at the BAU without her.
Izzie's POV
It had been a month and now my co-worker Meghan Brizzoli had to call in the BAU team to help solve their latest case. 7 victims so far. All women, blue eyed, brown haired. All in their 30's and all brutally raped, beaten, tortured, and then shot execution style in the back of the head. And to top it all off, I was the one who had to go meet the team at the landing strip. Wonderful, just wonderful.