This is part of my new criminal minds series. It's main focaus will be Spencer Ried (MGG is cute)

I DO NOT OWN CRIMINAL MINDS

I would like at least 3 Riews for the next post

this is the prolog the part with Ried Starts in the next post.

She was late.

All he wanted to do was get rid of her and get rid of her fast. His life would be so much easier without her in it.

If it was any other job it would piss him off to know end, but tonight was no ordinary job because he had come here to kill her.

He heard her old car long before he saw the pale glow of the headlights coming down the road. He saw red when he realized that she wasn't alone. His hand gripped the gun he was holding when he saw that she brought the child home with her.

It was not suppose to be this way. She was supposed to be home alone. He knew the kid stayed with the father every weekend. He knew what she did every day and for how long. He knew tonight was supposed to be the perfect night to take care of her and he couldn't do all because of a child.

He took a glance at his watch and noticed how late she was. He hated it when people were late; it was one of his many pet peeves. He wondered if he should take her life immediately in front of the child or wait until the child was safely asleep.

His heart beat faster when he saw her silhouette in the head lights when she crossed the drive way in front of them to get the sleeping child from the front seat. He blocked the pain of her rejection out of his mind because it would not matter.

Soon she would be dead and not know what hit her. She would not know why it was so important for her to die. He was filled with joy when he realized no one would ever know why she had to die. Why he had to kill her.

He watched as she took one last look before going inside and locking the door not that it would do any good keeping him out.

The lights of the car went out with a snap just as a light came on in an upstairs bedroom. He slowly moved towards the house. The grass giving him a soundless cushion for his feet. The tall unkempt shrubs providing a screen from the nosey neighbor's windows as he crept closer. The house was dark and she had no dogs or alarms to worry his self with.

Finally crept into the empty kitchen. He could hear her putting the child to sleep upstairs. He was about to walk into the living room when he heard her come down stairs. Grabbed a bag and headed right back upstairs.

He went to her room when the coast was clear. He gripped the gun tighter in his hand when he heard the water running in the bathroom. He hid in the shadow of the room.

She walked in to the bedroom moments later. She was alert and knew something wasn't right. It was like she could since the danger to her life at that moment. She slowly turned an tried to run to the door but was stopped buy him pulling back on her long brown hair.

He turned her around and their gazes met. There was no hint of recognition in her eyes. She had no idea what she did to him to his family. Her stare became confused as she realized that she was not going to leave this room again. He laughed as she started to beg for her life and the life of her child in another room.

While he listened to her ramble he also heard her heart beat picking up going faster and faster with each passing second. Her fear only fed his confidence and ego.

He remembered the exact moment that she spotted the gun clutched ever so tightly in his shaking hand. She looked back and forth between him and the gun; the fear gleaming in her eyes as her words fell out of her mouth and met with a stinging silence.

"Why?" she asked when she recognized him.

"Too late, you have to pay for taking him from me."

"I have a baby please you know what its like. I'm sorry; please don't take me from her. She's sick she needs me."

"I don't care. You're going to get the same thing you gave me." and with that final statement he raised the gun and fired.

He screamed into the night when he noticed he missed and that the gun had jammed. He had to get rid of her and fast.

When she realized the she wasn't hit she ran from the room; her heart pounding out of her chest. He ran after her. Within seconds the both had made it outside him running right behind her. When he got close enough he pulled her down to the ground by the hair on the back of her head. He checked to see if she was breathing and she was. He picked her up and brought her to the van that he rented just for tonight. He would have to get rid of her somewhere else.

After he got her into the van, he ran to the driver's side and got in and got out of dodge quickly as he came in. He hurried up and got on to the nearest highway and sped away from Paris, Texas. Sped away from the crime no one would know that it was him that committed it.

When he was about twenty miles away his phone rang. "What?!" he said.

"Has she been taken care of?" the voice on the line said.

"No she ain't dead yet. Her kid was home and the gun jammed after the first shot. But don't worry about it I took her and plan on getting rid of her far away from home where they think she's Jane Doe."

"Get rid of her and get rid of her fast." The man screamed into the phone.

He hung up the phone and drove even farther away from his crime by know the kid would have woken up and started to scream.

The woman started to stir when they reached a small one horse town in southern Louisiana. He had to find a private place soon. So he could get rid of her. He pulled into rest stop after rest stop looking for one secluded enough for him to snuff the life out of her and be done with her. He stopped in the fourth one and parked in the far corner away from all the other cars and trucks. He got out and opened the back doors to the van. She had fallen sound asleep once again. He dragged her out of the van and to the drainage ditch about five feet away. He looked up to see if anyone had noticed him yet; they hadn't. He immediately went to work. His hands gripped her neck and sucked the life out of her. She wasn't able to fight because she had fallen asleep and couldn't wake up again. He looked around and found some loose shrubbery and covered every inch of her body with it so it wouldn't be found for a while.

It was starting to get light out. He moved from the drainage trench to the back of the van. He grabbed his bag of cloths and went to change. He washed up and even shaved. He would ditch the van here because there would be no way they could track the van to him. He shoved the bag into an empty trash can in side the bathroom. He took one very last look at the mirror and the guy he was about and meant to be come. And with that he walked out the door like he owned the world.

Six hours later.

A woman and her kids parked at the side of the brown van. She let the oldest one go and fool around while she changed the younger ones. She heard a blood curdling scream of her oldest daughter. She ran to the back of her van where she spotted her daughter running towards her crying. She grabbed her daughter and held her till she calmed down as much as necessary so she could tell her what happened.

The child didn't say anything they just pointed to the drainage ditch nearby. The woman told the girl to go back and wait for her in the van. Once she knew her child was safely inside the van she walked towards where her daughter was pointing. She was horrified when she spotted the pale hand of a woman sticking out of some brush. She moved more of the brush and felt for a pulse even though she didn't expect to find one. "Oh my god." she whispered to herself. She ran to her own van and called the police.

She didn't have to wait long for the police to arrive. They were at an accident down the highway a little way. They asked her where the body was she pointed to the area of brush and told them the woman was still alive but barely. They went directly over to where the woman was lying in the brush and started CPR while they waited for the ambulance to arrive. It took them an hour and a half to make it there.

"How . . . How is she?" asked the mother holding her daughter.

"Did you see anyone here when you pulled up?"

"I only saw the van; but I didn't see any one in it though." She replied

"Thank you. The woman is stable for now. If you remember anything else please call us at this number."

"Okay thanks. Here is a number where you can contact me if you have any more questions."

"Drive safely ma'am."

The woman climbed into her van and drove away from an extraordinarily disturbing crime. Her mind still couldn't shake that her daughter had seen someone so close to death. She had protected all her children from their father's death in a fire five months ago. She prayed that the woman's family would find out what happen to her and who did it to her; so they weren't left not knowing what happened to her, like she was with her husband.

The crazy inferno had started while she and the kids were out watching a movie. He was suppose to go with them but had come down with a stomach virus at the last minute and didn't want to get anyone sick and decided to stay home. They found his body in the living room in front of the TV like always, burnt far beyond recognition. Tears slid down her face as she drove down memory lane and the highway at the same time.

Back in Paris, Texas.

A little girl woke up to find that her mother was nowhere to be found. She walked from room to looking for her. She let out a squeal of when she saw the shattered TV screen in her mother's room. She was only six years old and she knew something was enormously wrong.

She ran to the kitchen to get the phone but cried louder when she heard nothing on the other end of the line. She tried calling 911 and got zilch.

She did the only thing she could think of. She grabbed her shoes and ran to the neighbor's house. She cried all the way there. She even tripped a few times. She knocked on the door until the neighbor opened the door.

"Good Lord Child what happened to you?"

She didn't say anything she just stood there looking down at her feet.

"Dear you have to tell me what happened before I can help you. Now tell me what happened Please?"

"My momma she's gone. She's not home and her TV is completely smashed."

"Oh my dear, come in and wait. I call the cops."

PREVTEW:

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to scare you, but I was looking for a Penelope Garcia. I was told she works here."

"That's okay. But she's not here; she left earlier. Where are your parents?"

"I'm twenty four. Can you tell me where she is?"

"I'm not supposed to. Is it an emergency that you to speak with her?"

"My sister is missing and my roommate said that she could help."

"I could help you Miss . . ."

"Oh just call me Olivia."