Disclaimer: I don't own CM or characters and I don't make profit from anything. This story is set between the period after JJ left the team but before the new agent came. Okay I want your honest opinions on the story! Let me know if I should continue it or stop it right here.
Colby's POV
Present Time
He looks so tired, so worn out, and so old for how young he is. Poor Spencer it's probably from his job, I'm sure it's stressful and demanding being an FBI Agent. I wish I didn't have to do this, but I do. He brought this on himself, it's his fault! Not mine. I'm doing this because I have to, I just have to.
I walk up to his door and knock lightly. "Excuse me? Is anyone home? I found a wallet outside and I was wondering if it was yours."
I can hear him walking towards the door with slow tired steps. The door starts to open and I grip the syringe tighter in my hand waiting for him to appear.
I put my hands behind my back and say the line I've practiced a million times, "Hi! I'm sorry to bother you, but I was walking by and I saw this wallet and I was wondering if it could belong to you?"
Rubbing his face with his hands Spencer says, "Uh, no. Sorry."
I put on a frown and sigh. "Darn, well, do you know whose it may be? I lost my wallet once and I wouldn't wish that on anyone. It's so scary worrying that someone may be using your identity."
"Yeah, I'm sure it is, but no, I don't think I can help you," Spencer replied tiredly as he starts to close the door.
I quickly put my foot in the door to stop it from closing. "You know what Spencer? I'm pretty sure you can." And with that said I lift my arm up, take the syringe, and plunge the needle into his skin.
The shock is evident on his face and he tries to open his mouth to scream but the medicine is already running through his veins preventing speech. I start to feel his weight drooping into my arms and before he becomes incoherent I whisper in his ear, "Do you remember me, Spencer?"
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Flashback 2 years ago
Colby's POV
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It was an average day at the bank where I work customers coming and going but that all changed when I glanced up at the television. The reporter was talking about a group in the FBI that worked in the Behavioral Analyst Unit that caught a serial killer by profiling the way he kills.
She started to introduce everyone on the team starting with Aaron Hotchner, Derek Morgan, David Rossi, Emily Prentiss, and Spencer Reid. I froze when I heard the reporter say the last name, Spencer Reid.
I cringed and I felt all the memories of high school rush back to me. How the teachers always were amazed and shocked at how smart he could be at such a young age. I use to be the best, teachers adored me because I always listened and got good grades. I was the smartest in the school until Spencer came..he stole everything from me.
My parents started to look down on me. Calling me names, saying I was "Stupid" and "How could a 12 year old be smarter than you?" I had to hear that every single day of my high school years.
When I went to school I would see Spencer getting bullied but I didn't do anything to help, I loathed him. How dare he comes into my school and thinks he can take my spot! I was number one. I was the best. Then I became number two, I became his shadow and I tried everything to outsmart him but nothing worked! Every single day I felt my hatred towards him build to such heights I couldn't stand to even see his face at school.
Suddenly jeering back into the present I could feel myself starting to breathe faster and I had to calm myself down quickly before someone asked what was wrong, I tore my eyes away from the TV and walked to bathrooms. I turned the sink on and splashed water on my face trying to get a grip on myself. After the day was over I couldn't seem to get the memories out of my head I needed to destroy Spencer like he did to me.
The following weeks were hard for me, my performance at worked decreased, I became very sullen and depressed, and I was shutting everyone out. Then one day an idea came to me. I could get revenge on Spencer and I would. From that day on I started to plot my revenge very carefully.
I kept tabs on Spencer making sure I knew everything about him and his team and where he worked. One day I drove to his work and waited for the his day to end so I could follow him home. From that day on I began plotting what I would do to him it took a year to plan but I knew in the end it would be worth every hour I spent on it.
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Present Time
Colby's POV
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I sat Spencer down and leaned him against the door so I could check and make sure no one was watching. I took the blindfold out of my pocket and put it on his eyes just in case he did wake up while I was driving. Grabbing under his arms I started to drag him towards the car. After I put him in, I tied his hands together and duck taped his mouth. I walked back to his front door and went inside his house. Being careful not to touch anything, I grabbed a pen and some paper from my bag and started to write.
Dear Agent Morgan,
I figured you would be the first one to worry about Reid, but don't, he's in capable hands.
I'll make sure to keep him alive...possibly.
But, I ask one thing of, you don't come looking for him if you ever want to see him again. I'm in charge now and it will stay that way no matter the costs.
Goodbye for now.
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