Keeping 'Civilians' Away
The ride to and from all the houses were quiet, only needed words were spoken. Rossi went along with all of my weird questions, like they were actually protocol and I'm quite happy about that.
But now here I am; in a car parked on the side of the road with Rossi looking like he wants to talk about it. "What's going on with you Reid? You're scaring me."
I wish I had Dean's mentality, internally or externally swearing like a sailor or even finding an effective way to void the question. But I couldn't effectively do either of these things in this situation, still I attempted the latter. "What are you talking about Rossi?"
"Don't try that with me Reid. What's with all these weird questions? With your behaviour recently something is wrong. Is there something with this case I'm not seeing?"
"Look, this case sounds like familiar lore to me. I feel like if I can figure out what story it comes from then it might help with the profile."
"And those questions are helping?"
"More than the standard ones."
"That's all? There's nothing else?"
"Yes Rossi, that's all."
"Okay." He started the car. I could tell the gears were working in his head, trying to figure out what I wasn't telling him. There's no way they are getting involved in this. I will not let civilians go out attempting this job.
The area we had to work in was in organized chaos, nothing connected that a regular person could perceive. However only the death shots bothered me.
I began feeling for the angel blade in my boot. The handle caught with my heel; okay I had means now we need to find the target.
An officer ran into the room suddenly. "Guys a strange man from Stanford wearing an overcoat would like to speak with you."
"Did he give a name?" Hotch asked.
"Yes, but I don't believe him. Sound made up."
"Tell us what it is." Morgan sounded stressed.
"Castiel, no last name."
"Like the Angel of Thursday?" Rossi questioned.
"I'll go talk to him." I stood up, heading toward the door.
"Take Prentiss with you. " Hotch ordered.
"I don't think that's necessary Hotch." I stated, turning around. "I can handle myself."
"Fine and you can see your friends after."
"Thank you." I turned toward the front of the station finding Sam smiling with a trench coat on. Of course he was impersonating Cas.
"Hey, glad you got my message."
I rolled my eyes and turned to the lady. "Tell Agent Hotchner that I left and will be back-" I looked at my watch quickly. "-around 4:30"
The woman nodded, glancing when my team was staying. No words necessary.
"Let's go Castiel, somewhere more private."
We met Dean at the diner we previously stated and beside him was a man in a suit looking rather lost. Sam passed him the trench coat.
"Cas meet Spencer. Spence this is Castiel." Sam introduced.
It made sense; he was clearly described to me by Dean numerous times. Nth time too many, but I won't admit that to anyone. "It's a pleasure to meet you. How was the ride over?"
Cas just stared at me. "I came here on my own."
Dean laughed. "Yeah, Cas likes popping everywhere and scaring people."
"Could you not do that by my team?" They don't know about this."
"Good, then we better figure out what's doing this. Samantha over here hasn't come up with anything." Dean jabbed his thumb at his brother who just glared at him.
"But Dean, Sam isn't a girl." Castiel's head tilted to the left, curious wonder on his face.
"Yes Cas, I'm not a girl." Sam stated in a dull monotone voice. They've definitely done this before.
"I think I know what's going on, demons." I looked at the brother before I continued. "The first victim was mauled by an animal, but there were no traces of animal being there. Plus the neighbour's clam dog was barking at the slightest movement."
"And you think demon because?" Sam seemed indifferent to my findings.
"Well hellhounds for that one, but I heard how demons torture in hell. The second kill was an exact copy." I stared into Dean's eyes incredulously. "The last victim only had its throat cut, but it fits the pattern of this demon."
"What pattern?" Dean piped, curious on my find.
"I had my tech search for 'miracles' in the lives of the victims. All of them died approximately 10 years after these miracles."
"Cross roads." The brothers stated. Cas nodded, and then stared off into space.
"Even if you are right, the demon isn't in the area. Or at least I can't find it." Cas spoke, clearly certain of his answer. I guess angels could find demon easier.
"Well if that isn't peachy keen." Dean snarled. "It's probably nabbing more souls."
My phone went off.
"Well work is calling, I'm assuming." Sam smiled. I looked at my phone and nodded. "Better answer that then." Another nod.
"Hey JJ, did you guys find something?"
"Spence we're about to deliver the profile. Can you come back now? I know it's before 4." JJ's time was worried. Did something happen?
"I can but I don't think you guys need me. My talk with Castiel brought some questions to surface and I want to check them out before I get back. GO ahead and give the preliminary profile though."
JJ huffed in the back. "Are you okay Spencer? You seem far away lately." Concern, why did she always need to sound concerned.
"Yes JJ, I'm fine." I internally sighed.
"Spence, don't do this. Don't lie to me, are you using?"
"What? No, I'm clean JJ. I have been for a long time." I started freaking out, were the withdrawal sign that noticeable?
"I want to believe you Spence, but there's something going on you're not telling us."
"Everyone is entitled to their secrets. I'm not an exception." I quickly hung up looking at my knowing brethren.
Sam and Dean looked at me like they saw a ghost. Wait was there a ghost? I quickly looked for one, nothing; no visual signs. When my eyes came back the look still remained. "You're clean of what Penpen." Dean asked. Damn that nickname.
"It was a while ago, during a case in Atlanta, GA. The unsub Tobias Hankel had kidnapped me and had given me Dilaudid when his other personalities had abused me. I became quite addicted to it." I looked down at my hands. "Demon blood isn't the first drug I had to quit 'cold turkey'"
"Spencer why didn't you tell us?" Sam asked. "We could have helped you through it."
"I didn't want you to worry; if my team weren't profilers then they wouldn't have known."
"Dean, I think we should get back to the pressing issues at hand." Castiel said, cutting Dean off with what I would guess as a snarky 'You're not me' comment. Damn hypocrite.
"Yes, please." I said, going to my next point about the case. "I could probably can get all 'miracles' in the northern part of state and we can go from there."
"I don't want to rely on your team Penpen." Dean pushed. "The farther they are on this then the better it is for them not finding out. Civilians need to stay ignorant to this."
"What about that archive that we wanted to look at before Dean? Spence can get us in and with his reading abilities save us a ton of time looking through them."
"I can search the area for anything that is disturbing my powers; something is still not right about this area." Cas reported, disappearing with a whoosh of his 'wings'
"I still don't think you bringing us into a government building is a good idea. What if your boss finds out, won't you get fired?" Dean raised his concern. Yeah now you're the 'big brother' that you are so famous for.
"Sure Hotch would fire me, but if I say you guys are consultants then there isn't a problem. They'll see it as the FBI bending the rules to finish up a case. I've seen it done millions of times." Dean still didn't look convinced." If it will make you feel better I could also go in myself and open up the back door for you."
"Yes it would."
"Okay, we better go now. I need to be back at the station at 4:30. If I'm not I'm going to be lecture about drug use and I do not need that again. Especially since I'll be getting it from either Morgan or Rossi."
We managed to get into the archive without a hitch, the lady just nodded and handed me the key. I manage to smuggle the brothers in and we set out to work. It wasn't all that hard, just looking into the unexplained that occurred in the last ten years. Possible victims.
There were way too many possible victims on our list.
The fact that demons don't care about the type of deal that they make, it could be mundane like getting the job they wanted to having a million dollars. Maybe even more close to something on the extreme side, having a loved one being raised from the grave to getting rid of cancer altogether.
It was a pain to search through all these records of end of with barely anything when Sam called us over. "I think I have something." We rushed over to the book which Sam was sitting in front of. "There's an article of a man on his death bed 10 years ago, the article claims that he was attacked in Annapolis, Maryland by a bioweapon version of Anthrax; weren't you put on that case?"
"Yes, we were. The unsub Chad Brown wanted appreciation from the people he was rejected from. This caused him to melt down into a psychotic break when no one he cared about 'loved' him. He started using anthrax to kill people in places that symbolize rejection. After learning that anthrax was the weapon we found a scholar who's ideals were similar to his own and had the facilities to activate anthrax; Dr. Nichols. Knowing that Dr. Nichols wouldn't just let a strain of anthrax like this go wild, I searched for the antidote inside of his house; after I got exposed to the disease. We found it in his inhaler." I squinted my eyes, lost in the direction this was going. "All the people that survived lived because the antidote was administered quickly enough."
"That's what you would think, however this patient was cured at 2:15; which by my math is at least 3 hours and 45 minutes before the antidote was brought to the hospital. He could be our next target."
Dean nodded at the paper in front of him. "Out of all of them, this is the only one that couldn't be explained by anything else-" Suddenly the door slammed open and Morgan came in with Garcia trailing behind.
"I knew you'd come to a place with books Reid, but an archive? And in a section of unexplained things? You really need a break from the craziness that we deal with. Come on Pretty Boy, let's go."
"Morgan I thought I told you that I can handle myself. I'm not leaving until I have everything I need." I turned back to my stack of books, purposely not looking at the brothers.
Sam understood my train of thought, diversion so they can get out of there. Sure they weren't on the FBI most wanted list due to their 'being dead' title, but that didn't mean that people from my team wouldn't recognize them. Sam quickly grabbed Dean's arm, placing the book he was showing us into his bag and leaving the area. I waited, reading the useless books in front of me for 2 minutes and 54 seconds before looking up at the two agents. Garcia attempted a smile. "Do you need any help, maybe my databases could narrow down you're search."
"I'm okay Garcia."
"Reid, I don't understand why you keep everything that's bothering you to yourself until you burst. It's not healthy and you know that we are here for you." Morgan preached.
If this were Bobby or even the Winchesters I would probably give a snide remark of "was learned from the best on that one," but I couldn't do that to them. "It's just the way I cope. Why are you here anyways?"
Morgan shook his head before continuing. "JJ seemed upset after talking to you. Said you were acting even more mysterious then before; especially when you were using Dilaudid. Have you started using again?"
"Morgan, do I look like a drug addict to you? Have I seemed like I've been doing drugs in the last month? No, just because I start acting different doesn't mean I have randomly started using again; there are other more presented reasons that could have caused me to tip over. None in which I've been having, so please stop Morgan."
"Then why did you hang up the phone Reid."
Garcia glared at me when that happened. "You were not even ten minute drive from the station when she called. And you blew her off, she's been upset since and we just want to know why."
I didn't know what to say, these people on my team were civilians and I couldn't risk it. No, I will never risk them being hurt do to my family history. I cared for them too much, that's why I lie and even hung up the phone. But I couldn't tell them that, no they'd just keep questioning me until I was bare. They wouldn't believe me; send me to the sanitarium like my mother. Think Spencer, think.
"You guys are digging too deep. Can you please stop? I understand you are worried, I would be too but this problem is something you can't help me with." I gave them a weak smile and started to walk away when the lights began to flicker.
Author's Note: heheheheheheheeeeee... i love writing cliffhangers :D -insert evil laugh-
When I started this fic I only orignally planned the Criminal Minds seasons in here, but when I got thinking about this chapter I finally decided when this should be for Supernatural. This is post Season 5 for Criminal Minds, none of Prentiss' back story is here and present and this will be the middle of season 5 for Supernatural. This is only because I really don't want Sam and Dean being chased by the FBI and I'm planning on using Gabes later somewhere :D
