Hello once again and welcome to chapter three! I received a review from someone who said they didn't like the story because it was too OOC. I want to say sorry to any of you who feel the same way, I didn't mean for it to be that horrible. I hope that now since it's more in the work area that the OOC will be turned down a notch. I want to explain that the only reason I made them so Out Of Character is that I believe Hotch would be more sensitive towards Reid if it was just them… Sorry to offend people with that… anyway I hope you are able to enjoy this chapter and thank you SO MUCH for the other sweet review's I've gotten, I feel so warm and fuzzy~
Rated: This chapter deals with the team going on a case so the M rating is for next chapter so no sexy time now but that'll come soon X3
Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Spencer Reid
References to the book: Death Note Another Note: The Los Angeles BB Murder Cases.
Finally! Reid thought as he walked through the doors of his long awaited destination. After weeks of begging and persistence Reid was finally allowed back at work. Setting his messenger bag down he sat in his desk chair that had been long abandoned for months while he healed. It wasn't the most comfortable chair but he had missed it, and now, he was finally allowed back into his old routine.
"Hey Pretty Boy!" Morgan called from his own desk. "Hey M-Morgan." Reid smiled, still having slight trouble on a few of his words. Grinning, Morgan came over and threw his arm around Reid's shoulders, "Feeling better kid?" He asked, worried about his best friend. "Yeah, I'm feeling f-fine." Spencer blushed, embarrassed about the slight stutter. Morgan, instead of teasing the teams youngest member like he usually did, patted Reid on the back before going to resume his conversation with Prentiss.
Just as Spencer began on some much needed paper work he heard a gasp, turning to see where it came from he came face-to-boobs with Garcia. "My baby!" she squealed, clinging to Reid for dear life. "Baby girl! I think you're suffocating him." Morgan laughed as Reid tried desperately to distance himself from the overly happy woman currently shutting off his oxygen supply.
Garcia pulled away only momentarily before leaning over and kissing her 'Baby' repeatedly on the forehead. "Garcia, I'm f-fine! Really!" Garcia reluctantly pulled away but refused to let go of Reid's shoulders. She looked down at Reid who was still seated in his chair, tears in her normally shinning eyes. Reid stood up, now taller than the blonde, and rapped his arms around her, "I'm okay Garcia." he assured her, managing to get the words out without stumbling over them.
Everyone seemed ecstatic to have their boy genius back, even Rossi had come down from his office and clamped his hand down on Reid's shoulder. "Sorry kid, I'm not a hugger." he explained, which was perfectly fine with Reid, he wasn't really use to getting hugs except from Aaron or his mother Diana. But the pleasantries ended all too soon as JJ announced that they had a case.
Everyone gathered in the conference room, each taking a seat, Aaron of course sat beside Spencer which seemed to make everyone smile knowingly. An air of seriousness soon fell over the room though as pictures appeared on the screen.
The first picture was rather gruesome, causing Garcia to flinch slightly. The picture was of a man, the report said he had been knocked out with some sort of drug and then strangled from behind with some sort of rope or string. His chest hand been slashed several times but the shirt he was wearing hand no holes in it. The murder had been committed in Los Angeles on July 31st… the victims name had been Brian Brooks, a writer for the local news paper as well as several magazines.
Reid gasped at the information, quickly flipping files to look at the next victim. The next victim was murdered on August 4th… it was a female, her name was Quinn Queens. This time their victim was beaten to death, her skull caved in from the front, smashed by something long and hard, expected to be some sort of pipe or bat. Once again, the victim hade been drugged first and was unconscious at the time of death.
It was obvious that the two murders where connected. Both crime scenes had straw dolls nailed to the walls, four were at the first scene and three were at the second. Reid noticed the connection immediately. "Oh my God…" he said, covering his mouth as he stared down at the two victims. "Are you alright Reid?" Hotch asked, gently touching his shoulder. "I've seen this b-before!" The rest of the team just stared at him in confusion, there had never been a case like this that they had heard of.
"It's f-from a book I've read!" He announced. "What?" the whole team asked in unison. Reid made his way over to the computer that Garcia was sitting behind, "It's f-from a book called 'Another Note: The Los Angeles BB M-Murder Cases!" he explained as he had the techie pull up a photo of the book. It was a simple black book with 'Death Note' written across the top, the 'E' was backwards, the 'A and T' sideways, the 'N' slightly tilted and the other 'T' sideways. There was a picture of a silver cross on the cover, which appeared to have skulls and such in the logo.
"Reid, how do you know about this?" Hotch asked, looking over at the brunette. "That doesn't m-matter!" Reid exclaimed, "The point is that the m-murders are exactly the same! Right down to there I-initials!" "Come on Pretty Boy, explain to us what's going on."
Reid nodded before going into his rant. "Okay, so in the book there's this serial killer. His n-name is Beyond Birthday. He was suppose to be this genius that was going to surpass the worlds g-greatest detective L. But that's not where it started, he actually wanted to be L's friend, his equal, but was t-told that he was no more than Backup. This didn't sit well with him because his l-level of intelligence was the same as L's. After B's friend, B is what he w-went by when at the orphanage for g-gifted children, B's friend A committed suicide because he c-couldn't handle the pressure of living up to L, B finally snapped.
He left the orphanage in England and d-disappeared. Several years later, in the year 2002 murders started to occur. No one could f-figure them out, the killer c-covered their tracts well, even cleaning the fingerprints out of the l-light bulb sockets. Yep, he actually cleaned his victims h-houses. Each one of his victims had the same first and last initials, the f-first victim was Believe Bridesmaid, the second, Q-Quarter Queen, the third was Backyard Bottoms-slash and the forth was going to be his o-own suicide, leaving a ghost behind to be chased. The murders would re-remain unsolved, ergo, he would beat L." Reid took a deep breath as everyone just stared at him.
"So what happened?" Morgan asked, actually intrigued by the story, "You said the last one 'was going' to be his own suicide, so what happed?" "Well, he was going to set himself on f-fire, which he actually did. But the fire was p-put out by a FBI agent named Naomi Misora that was working f-for L while she was on leave." Reid explained. "So he was arrested?" Prentiss asked. "Yes, he was arrest and p-put in prison."
"So, you're saying that someone is copying this book?" Rossi asked in slight disbelief. Reid nodded, he was sure of it, "Even the date of the m-murders are the same." "Reid is right, this isn't good." Hotch said, standing up. "We need to leave as soon as possible, everyone grab your go bags and head out." The team nodded and went off to grab their things, Reid staying behind to talk to Hotch. "I know I'm right on this, w-which means the next murder will take place on August 13th." "That doesn't leave us much time…" Hotch replied.
"Did the killer drop off anything at the p-police station, there should have been a crossword p-puzzle." Reid asked as the team assembled on the jet. JJ nodded and handed Reid a copy of the crossword puzzle that had been sent to the police office before the first murder. "It's exactly the same, it's telling the police w-where and when the murder will happen, as well as who is g-going to be killed… It's such a difficult puzzle though that it's more of a m-mockery then a warning… If they had sent this sooner I could have d-decoded it and none of this would have happened." Reid said absentmindedly as his genius brain worked to solve the puzzle. He had the entire thing done in an hour. So the un-sub's IQ is as high as what the killer in the books had been, but so is Reid's, which slightly scares him.
"-eid. Reid!" Spencer jumped at the sudden loud call of his name, "W-what?" he asked, blinking a few times. "I've been calling you for the past five minutes. We're about to land." Hotch informed him, looking at his lover in concern. "Sorry, spaced out." he relied as he rubbed his eyes. "Are you sure you're alright? We can send you back and you can help us from back in Quantico." Reid shook his head and smiled. "I'm f-fine, really I am. Don't worry." Aaron slowly reached over and tucked a piece of Spencer's hair behind his ear, realizing what he just did in front of his team he quickly pulled his hand back but continued to smile.
"So, kid. The next victim-" Rossi began but was cut off by Reid, "The next victim will be a w-woman, most like she'll work at a bank, her initial's will probably be B.B., she'll be unmarried and l-live alone, most likely in her 30's" "And you're sure about this- uh, don't answer that." Prentiss said, scratching the back of her head. "J-just because I was in a coma for two months doesn't mean I'm stupid now." Reid said quickly, a slight chill to his tone. "I'm sorry." he said a few moments later. "No worries… It was a stupid question."
Hotch however, was keeping his eye on Reid, he knew something was bothering the brunette.
~CM~CM~CM~CM~CM~CM~CM~CM~CM~CM~CM~CM~CM~CM~CM~CM~CM~CM~
The team had just finished giving their press conference, sending out the profile they pieced together as well as warning people to take extra precaution when going out or talking to people they do not know.
The entire time Spencer had spent inside, sipping on his coffee flavored sugar and reading over the case file. It was identical to The Los Angeles BB Murder Case, the dates, the victimology, everything. This case was making Reid slightly uncomfortable. He just hoped they manage to find the guy soon.
"If he's t-this obsessed with the case… most likely he's in h-his early to mid-twenties, possibly has black hair, m-might be wearing red contacts depending on how into the f-fantasy he's gone." Reid said, recalling every dental of the killer in the books. "Why red contacts?" Emily asked, "The killer in the book had the eyes of a S-Shinigami, a God of Death. The eyes allow him to see the life span of a p-person. He knows when they're going to die. All of his victims were said to be a-about to die anyway. That was once mentioned by the author. Sorry, um, the eyes of a Shinigami are r-red."
After explaining his theory to the team there had been a call, an anonymous tip had come in on someone fitting the description, leaving Spencer to stay at the station by himself. Pouting, he sat in the conference room and looked over the case for the thousandth time. He paused and looked up when he noticed someone walk into the room, it was a man about 5'8" with messy black hair and… red eyes…
Reid froze. "Hello" the man said politely. Spencer stood up from his seat, not wanting to be sitting down while talking to this psychopath. "You called in the tip." it wasn't a question, Spencer was sure of it. "That's right. You are very smart." the man congratulated him. "You are as smart as me. I have never met someone who could compare to my IQ." Reid swallowed. In his head he was trying to calculate how long it would take for everyone to figure out that the call was fake, there's no victim at that address, the victim, is standing right here. The next victim… is Reid.
Oooooh, cliffhanger! I know you're going to hate me for this but you're gonna have to wait to find out what happens to poor little Reid. He attracts all kinds of trouble doesn't he? Any who, let me know what you think. I know some people don't like how OOC it's been so I hope it wasn't too OOC this time… I love getting review's so let me know how I did. I hope it doesn't suck too much…