Three Years Later

He sat in the back of the bar and watched his victim speak to the woman he was trying to sleep with while his wife and three year old daughter were at home, glad that this nightmare of a man wasn't home to terrorize them. He knew everything about him, he knew that he was a successful business man who evade taxes, betrayed his colleagues, drank and beat his wife, but what made him decide to end the life of the man he completely loathed, was that he had started to beat his daughter.

Spencer knew everything about Walter Smith and tonight he would end his life, his wife was too scared to leave him, so he would get her out of her misery. He took another sip of his drink and returned the smile of the waitress when she walked by, if she only knew what he was about to do then she probably wouldn't have flirted with him.

And it wasn't the first time he had done this, in the last three years, since he had killed Professor Rogers, Spencer had taken the lives of nine men. All disgusting human beings, four of them serial murders of their own or on their best way to become one, two had also been beating their wives and the other three had been serial rapists, one of them a child molester, whom the police weren't able to catch.

Spencer knew that many people would say that their crimes didn't justify what he did, after all he too committed a crime, but in his Case he didn't kill them because he enjoyed it, he really didn't, or because he wanted money or anything. He wanted less bad people walking around in this country, hurting the ones around them and if they wouldn't stop then he was willing to take their life. But what actually kept him going, was knowing, that he had saved others who might have lost their lives.

He knew that victims of their crimes were glad and some actually happy about what had happened to their tormentors, even some of the families of his victims weren't really sad about their death, knowing that their family member had done horrible things. So Spencer would not watch idle when he met people who actually enjoyed hurting the ones around them and did everything to be able to keep doing what they were doing, ruining lives.

Still, Spencer wasn't as heartless as he seemed to be, he only killed the worst ones, the ones who didn't have many, or anybody for that matter, who would miss them. He would make sure people who regretted what they did, or had a family who loved them, were caught by the police and spent their time in prison. Those were exactly 34 men and woman, he remembered everything about them so that when one of them would continue in what they did, once they were out of prison, he would know and come after them.

Spencer watched as Walter ordered another drink and knew his chance had come, as he was quite skilled in lip-reading, Spencer knew in which drink he had to put the poison. It was an essence he won from the monkshood and nearly impossible to find it in the human body as the most tox screens were not able to detect the poison, so if the medical examiner didn't know exactly what to search for, he wouldn't find it and Walter Smith would die of SCD.

He laid some money on the table when he saw how the waitress made her way over to the table where Smith and the woman sat, got the dropper out of his pocket and stood up. Spencer then pretended to accidentally walk into the waitress.

"Oh I'm sorry." he said and the waitress smiled at him, while Spencer put the poison in Smith's glass and let the dropper disappear in his pocket again.

"No problem, nothing happened." she said and smiled back, Spencer then made his way over to the door, which he held open for two woman who were also leaving, before he stepped out himself and never looked back. Outside the Bar he stopped and took a deep breath, before he looked up at the sky, soon it would start to rain. Spencer closed his jacket and he hadn't even made it two blocks far, before the rain started to pour down on him.

Though the rain came down in buckets, Spencer did not walk faster or tried to get a shelter, he simple walked towards the nearest subway station. When he got on the train and found a seat to sit down, Reid's thoughts went back to her, like they did everyday. Yes, there was no day when he didn't think about Alex.

He wondered what she was doing right know, he knew she loved rain, when they had studied together and it had rained, she could barely concentrate on her essay and constantly look out the window with a dreamy expression. He on the other hand couldn't really concentrate because he was watching her.

Spencer remembered the day when she had come back to university after her brothers funeral, they sat in the old, big armchair in his and Ethan's room with his blanket draped over them. Alex was sitting on his lap, her legs dangled over the armrest and her head rested against his chest, while Spencer had his arms wrapped around her. So they sat there for hours not saying anything just watching the rain outside.

Yes, Reid still thought of her everyday, because he still loved her, he still loved her with all his heart and he wished he was brave enough to find out where she was and meet her again. But he didn't know how she would react to him. Would she be happy to see him? Maybe she didn't even want to meet him or even worse she was scared to meet him because she knew what he had done to Roberts.

But what Spencer knew, was that Alex didn't agree with what he had done and though it was painful for him to live without her, it wasn't as painful as to knew she loathed him for what he did. As long as Reid didn't meet her, he could pretend Alex missed him like he missed her and that she felt the same way about him.

Spencer got off the train and walked the three blocks to his apartment building and up to his apartment. When he walked around to corner, fumbling out his keys, he saw a man standing in front of his apartment door.

"Hello, can I help you?" he asked the man who turned around, Spencer then recognized his face as the one of Jason Gideon. He had read many articles about and from Gideon and wondered what he wanted from him.

"Good Afternoon Doctor Reid, my name is Jason Gideon and I'm with the FBI, Behavioral Analysis Unit to be specific." he said and held out his hand but Spencer only eyed his hand for a second.

"I don't shake hands," he simply said and Gideon let his hand fall, "Otherwise it is a pleasure to meet you, I heard, better said read much about you." Spencer said as he unlocked the door to his apartment.

"Why don't we continue this conversation inside?"

"Sure." Gideon answered and followed him inside.

"So, to what do I owe the honor of this visit?" Spencer asked when he laid his jacket away and sat down at the table and mentioned Gideon to do the same, which he did.

"Well, I am here to ask you, for obvious reasons, to join my team on the Behavioral Analysis Unit, you're brilliant Doctor Reid and I think that with us you could do way more good than you do now with your job as a forensic psychologist." he said and Reid wasn't really surprised that Gideon had come to him to offer him a job.

"Yes I will join you." Spencer answered and Gideon seemed quiet surprised. "You expected that I wouldn't be that easy to convince am I right?" he asked and Gideon smiled.

"You're right, I thought I had more work to do, but I'm not less thrilled that you are willing to work with us Doctor Reid."

"So what was the plan?"

"Well I'll speak to my superiors but you should come in next week so we can discuss everything. But I know with your references that there won't be any problem," Gideon said and Spencer nodded "Here is my card." he laid his card on the table before he got up, Spencer did the same and walked over to the door to open it for Gideon.

"It was a nice to meet you Doctor Reid and I'll look forward to work with you."

"Me too Agent Gideon." Spencer answered and watched Gideon leave before he closed the door and walked over to the window thinking. When he saw Gideon walking to his car he had to smile, the famous Jason Gideon, a man who had founded the BAU to catch criminals all over the country had hired a serial killer to work with them.

Spencer wondered if one of them would be able to discover his dark secret, or if he was so good that he was able to even fool a team of profilers.

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