Guardian Angel
"I know you don't think people know..everything..." She whispered, slowly slinking herself out of her outfit, leaving the scrubs beside an empty chair by the door, she sighed out in relief as she felt the hot water pound across her back.
"..but I do.." She whispered, "..You don't think people notice...everything...but I do..and all I've ever seen is perfection.."
She turned to gaze thoughtfully at the sink through the glass doors of the shower, her many marker-written notes lining the mirror.
His schedule was written along the left side, everything from the time he approximately got up in the morning, left his apartment, got to work, and got home. The names of all his relatives and their status on the right side, and in the middle, a few motivational words. 'You'll get there.' 'He's yours' 'Beautiful.' 'When the going get's tough...' Along the bottom however was his address, phone number, and email. All saved for just the right occasion.
Once, in order to ensure she had the right address, she had slipped a flyer for a halloween event, a phantasmagoria. She knew he would like it, and on that night, she had gotten her confirmation that indeed, she had the right address. He arrived and she had right next to him.
However, he hadn't noticed, only spurting out facts to her occasionally which only made her melt within her very seat.
She swallowed and gave a smile, allowing her locks of dark brown hair to submerge themselves beneath the steaming water.
"..Two years I've followed you everyday in my car, slowly drove just to be you made it to work safely...and today..today I made you better."
She smiled even wider but then slowly frowned, "..but..but I could do more. I remember the times you've been hurt, Spencer, I don't want that to happen again. Never. I..I have to-"
She cut herself short as she felt her eyes begin to sting with the realization, "...I've been a terrible guardian..but no more..I'll always be there for you, Spencer. Always.."
Morgan stretched his arms out, yawning with a large smile, "Damn." He whispered, "Can you believe how lucky we got with that whole Parent Chit-Chat? I mean, now we know that this killer isn't separating his killings out for a month or so to plan. He's most likely doing it to try and repent. He's sloppy."
Prentiss gave a large smile as well, "Yeah, I mean, almost all of the parent's could quickly identify that they had often saw a strange man at the park they took their child to. A caucasian male, pale, black bed-head hair, dark circles beneath his eyes, tousled look, wrinkled clothes, scruffy beard, anorexic thin. They just said they hadn't thought anything of him until then, they even thought he was homeless."
"We definitely hit the jackpot on that one. Plus, they all said that a local conspiracy group was held, though the location was secret. Figures." JJ remarked as she begun to put some of her files into a bag.
"Well, that hardly matters. First off, the killer just struck about a week ago, and as far as we've been able to gather, he's done these killings a month in-between. Second off, all we have to do is tap into the security tapes, and Garcia'll get us identification in no time. She'll give us an address, we'll give him a little surprise." Rossi then continued, a sly look upon his face as he stood up and tousled the youngest agent's hair quickly, "Good job with that whole twenty-three conspiracy thing this morning, kid. That gave us the right profile for this, sicko."
Reid smiled lightly, but didn't respond.
"Hey, I think this whole thing deserves a little party, right?" Morgan replied, doing a few dance moves quickly, namely, raising the roof.
"You're always looking for a reason to party. Sorry, I'm gonna have to pass, party boy, I've got to get home to Henry.." JJ smiled and then sighed, shaking her head, "I really hate these cases, the ones with kids..I just..I just can't even imagine what I would do if one of those kids was Henry.."
Morgan frowned slightly, "Hey, you wouldn't let it happen to Henry, you'd beat that whack-jobs ass before he even laid eyes on him."
JJ smiled and punched him playfully on the arm, "Yeah, you're right."
"How about you, Em? I already know Garcia'll go."
Prentiss shrugged and then sighed, "I guess I could use a little club time."
"Reid? I know I always ask and you always say no, but..come on, Pretty Boy."
Reid looked at him for a moment, pondering over the thought before sighing, "No, I'm just gonna go home. I didn't get much sleep last night.."
"Hotch?" Morgan offered with a hopeful smile.
"You know I don't do that."
"Rossi? Come on! It'll be fun."
"No, no, no. I'm going home, having a glass of wine or two, and then off to bed. I have a little more class than licking jell-o shots off random women, alright?"
Morgan grinned, sticking his tongue out childishly before shrugging and putting an arm around Prentiss, "Alright, m'lady. Let me escort you Miss. Garcia's 'batcave' and we'll be off."
Emily laughed despite herself and followed before they both rang out some good byes, and soon afterwards, Rossi left, and then Reid was slowly making his way out the door, followed by Agent Hotchner.
With that, the lights turned off.
The Following Morning
Hotch drew his gun quickly, going to the front of his line-up of FBI agents, taking on the role of the leader, leading his group of agents into the heart of the sociopath's home.
Though this wasn't the technically correct term to call the man, who was technically a paranoid psychopath. However, this wasn't the first time they had to expose themselves to some of the most evil of men.
Reid took the right side of Hotch, Morgan to his left. Following up came Rossi, JJ, and Prentiss.
They made their way across the overgrown yard, and broke down the flimsy wooden door, entering into the outdated, paint-chipped, living room, where a solo light hung.
They each split off into room, shouting out 'clear' as they discovered each room to be empty, though absolutely filthy.
"I feel like I need a bath.." Morgan whispered as they came back together near the front door, seeing that perhaps this case wasn't going to be as easy as they first suspected.
Rossi shook his head with a slight exasperated sigh, letting his eyes drift to the dirty windows before seeing a flash of something dark. He squinted in confusion before running to the door.
"There he is!" Rossi yelled, now leading the gang to the front yard where the man finally stopped, raising his hands in the air.
However, this surprised them. That didn't match the profile. They had suspected him to deal with this head-on, and for a moment, each of them wondered if they had even gotten the right person.
They stuck their guns at quickly, neighbors suddenly popping out of their house to see what the commotion was about and not too long from them, a few police cars came whipping around the corner.
The man stuck his hands up still, a cocky smirk on his face as though he'd gotten the last word. Reid gave him a confused face before the slowly closed in on him.
"Rudolph Steiner, are you in the possession of any weapons?" Hotch questioned, going close enough to search him, as the team quickly backed him up, pointing their guns at him.
"No.." He let out a rough reply, his eyes wild and beady as they stared down each of them.
"You have the right to remain silent-" Reid began as he quickly grabbed his cuffs and grabbed at his arms, however, before his words could be finished, the man slowly turned to say just one last thing, however, before Reid could allow him to do so, a shot rung out through the air.
Reid could feel it all at once. Not the gunshot, but the warm blood splattering all over face and arms. He closed his eyes and slowly opened them to be faced with the sight of a dead man, gun wound in his right temple. Through this quickly analysis, it became quickly apparent that the gunshot had not come from anyone from his team, though Hotch initially glared at them, he soon figured out it quite impossible for his team to shot his right temple if they were on his left.
He followed the gun wound to the white picket fence, to a woman. A woman with dark brown hair whose face was full of shock. The gun she held quivered in her hands, and the officers around her were quick to surround her.
"He..He was about to kill that Agent!" She yelled, pointing in accusation at the, now dead, unsub's hand, who indeed, had been clutching to a metallic knife.
She had just saved Agent Spencer Reid's life.
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