Hey everyone, sorry it's been so long since i updates anything. i've been swept up with Uni starting again, as well as the convention coming up in less than three weeks and i haven't finished my costumes. I have one original Harley Quinn and a Winter soldier to make - as well as getting my cosplay account up and running (very slowly). I'll try to get new chapters out as soon as i can. sorry for the excuses.
Also, would anyone be interested in reading a Suicide Squad x Criminal Minds fic?
As always thanks to my beautiful Beta Drownig_In_Beautiful_Tragedies for finding time to look over my stories.
let me know hat you think as always, without further ado
Thank you all
Hxo
Spencer groaned as he came to again, looking up at his surroundings. He made a small noise as his mind finally kicked into gear and he was able to take in what was happening around him. It was then that he realised that the pressure on his wrists was from a pair of handcuffs that were chaining him to a chair. He fought to keep the panic down as his mind flashed back to pictures of that torturous cabin in the middle of the graveyard that he had spent two of the most horrendous nights fighting for his life in. He tugged in a panicked attempt to release his hands from the bindings as he looked around. Registering the people now that were surrounding him. His eyes going wide when he immediately recognised each individual one of them. The first two that came into focus was the identical twins standing just a little closer than the others.
"Hey Spence," Jasper spoke, his voice was emotionless, but years or reading his brothers facial expression – even if had been a while, meant that Spencer could see the hurt, disappointment and anger behind his eyes.
"Hey Jase," Spencer's voice was ragged and raspy from being unconscious. He could feel now, that the handcuffs on his wrists weren't just to keep him secured, they were dampening his powers to the point where he could feel the change, but couldn't quiet reach it.
"Why did you do it Spence?" Ellery asked, his blonde hair cut in the same messy short cut as his twins, their sparkling blue eyes stood out against their pale skin as they watched their younger brother. Their youngest full blood brother.
"Do what?" Reid asked, trying to bring his profiling skill back into play, trying his best to deflect the questions, but when this was his family, that whole thought process became a whole lot harder.
"You know exactly what we mean, Dupe." Abigail, who had been silent for the time period, spoke, making Spencer flinch at the old nickname they had come up with when he had first come into his powers. "Why did you run away from us?" She asked, her fire coloured eyes glowed brightly in the dimmed room, her reddish-blonde hair ties back neatly in a braid that reached the middle of her back.
Spencer took in a shaky breath as he looked between the siblings he hadn't seen in years, knowing that because of his new half sibling they would be seeing him without any of his facades in place.
"You know I met Remy?" he asked softly looking up to his siblings through his hair that was longer now than he usually let it, but provided the perfect cover for his face. He waited until they nodded before he continued. "When we were becoming friends, he told me about what his dad did and I said what our dad did. Who we were. We spoke for so long. It made me realise that what we were doing, it wasn't what dad said, we weren't saving people, we were destroying their lives, destroying their families. I knew this, but it didn't really register until dad sent me on the mission when I turned ten. He said it was a recon mission, I was good at them, I can do them. They made me change, they made me shift up, I looked 18. They made me do things with other people to get information – people are more susceptible to interrogation when they are feeling strong emotions, such as bliss and need." He spoke, trying to keep his voice even, though he could tell by looking at his brothers that some of his emotion was slipping through his shields. He looked up at them and say their own blank expressions before Abigail knelt in front of him. She blew out a breath before reaching to tuck his hair behind his ears.
"Spence, we never knew that, all we knew was the recon mission and then you went AWOL. Dad always did put you in dangerous situations, because of your mind he must have thought you could handle it. I'm so sorry you had to go through that. You had to know you wouldn't be able to stay away forever. Since you left, dad cracked down on all of us. We are always supervised, we stay together. Noah came along not long after, he's dad's right hand. Mum had too much good in her, and dad blames her for you leaving. When we figured out what was going on around here we tried to find you. Spence, we can't escape this life, it's who we are, you can't change it. We are assassins, you know that, you were a hell of a crack shot with a rifle when you were nine years old. Dad's gunna come in here, and he wants you back, he's obsessed with having you back in the family. He's going to use any means necessary to do so. He's got a telepath that he won't be afraid to use. Spence he's going to threaten your team and Remy if you don't come home, he'll go after Diana. We've missed you kiddo, we love you." She spoke, her voice sincere with the hurt and sadness of not having seen one of her younger brothers in over a decade.
"I love you guys too and I have missed you. When I ran, I knew I couldn't come back, but I had to, I couldn't stay, I couldn't do that again. I knew what he would make me do next time." He said his voice low and he dropped his head out of his sister's hand.
"You're not gunna have a choice Dupe, either you come back to us now, or dad's gunna go after everyone you've built a life with and then he'll execute you. You have to realise that coming home is the only way to keep them all safe." Ellery spoke as he crouched on Spencer's other side, already reaching for the handcuffs. Although it had been a long time he always knew his younger brother would never willingly let someone he cared for get hurt. They'd seen that when the spunky eight year old lept in front of them, shifting to save them from gunfire.
They saw Spencer nod just as the door swung open and their father walked in with Noah behind him and a heavily muscles man following and closing the door behind them.
"Afternoon Spencer, nice of you to wake up, glad to see we are all getting along. I understand your siblings would have told you your options, now I can make this easier on you with the assistance of Mike here," he said and motioned towards the muscled man, "yet, I will still need your decision." He spoke, his face smug as he held himself tall.
Remy paced around the room as Emily sat on the bed with her laptop on and the BAU team on the other end, while Logan stood by the door, watching the scene unfold as the panicked pair tried to figue out what had just happened.
"They had to of known you guys would be there," Morgan's voice sounded from the computer, "it was so organised, and he didn't kill any of you, keeping you alive for leverage?" he questioned, the worry evident in his voice. "what I don't get is what are they going to do with him? If they were just going to kill him then why take him away?" The growl was dangerous and filled with confusion as Morgan waited for an answer.
"Maybe this isn't about killing him?" Hotch chimed in, "maybe they want him back? Remy what did you say about his past?" He asked the stressed Cajun who was out of sight of the screen.
Remy froze and span on his heel, "Y' don't understand mes amis, dis not just 'bout dem being dangerous. Penny himself is dangerous, mon amour is a crack sniper, could take down people more dan double his size when I met 'im. If William can, den he gunna try get Spencer back. He's goin' t' use us as leverage against him. Know how he works, me. Know how dangerous he is, if he get Spencer back, den we are in danger." He took a breath and ran his hand through his shaggy hair as he popped onto the side of the bed next to Emily. "He didn't mention earlier, when we met, Penny and me. I had to explain why what his pa did was wrong. Spencer found it fun, he thought dey was helping people by getting rid of some. De kid had at least twelve confirmed kills by de time he was eight, only started shooting when he was six. If his pa gets him back t' dat, we all in danger. Dats why he never told y', y'd be obliged to take 'im in for it." He spoke and could feel Emily's surprise as well as see the surprise of those on the screen. "Dey gon' t'reaten us, y' know Penny would do anyt'ing if it meant no one got hurt." He huffed and looked even more annoyed at this prospect.
"what do you want us to do Hotch? They didn't blow my cover, just Spencer's." She said as she sighed and tried to focus on compartmentalizing.
"Continue undercover, we will focus on the search for Reid, the quicker you finish that case the quicker you can get back." He said definitively and leaving no room for arguments. "all you need is the meeting tomorrow," he spoke, his voice calm and emotionless, unable to betray the pain he felt at their youngest being in danger again.
The meeting came upon them fast. Obviously a gang meeting couldn't be obvious, so was being disguised as a gala dinner. Dressed in a beautiful black sequin dress that had been packed for her, and Remy and Logan both in suits – even if Remy was still wearing his trench coat, they set off to the dinner. Knowing they would most likely be running into William again. Regardless of his last name, Emily still hated him. They knew now what he looked like and had agreed to keep an eye out throughout the night for his official arrival.
Emily moved toward Jason to mingle with him and hopefully get him to slip up a little bit on the plan for the night as the man had been pretty closed lip after everything that had happened the day before.
As it turned out they didn't have to wait long. Barely an hour and half had passed before the grand doors opened once more, admitting two burley security guards. Behind them though followed the same man that had walked into the training Gym the day previous. Following behind him were people who could obviously be labelled as his children, being the resemblance was startling.
However, it wasn't until Remy appeared next to Emily again, with Logan just behind him that she noticed anything different. "De one at de back, in front of de security, dat be Penny." Remy hissed into her ear, quiet enough that only Logan could hear because of his enhanced senses. It caused Emily to double look, her eyes sliding down the thin frame that was slightly more toned than she was used to, his face shape had remained the same, but his hair was more of a caramel rather than chocolate brown. When she saw him glance their way, she noticed the wide innocent brown eyes weren't there, and had been instead replaced with almost cold blue eyes flecked with obvious purple that seemed to glow in the chandelier light. There was a second where Reid's eyes met with Remy's before he turned back to follow his father and siblings. This move gave Emily the second she needed to realise what he was wearing. In a full three piece suit that was fitted well, she could see the outline of a holster under his jacket, as well as two very obvious thigh holsters on top of his pants that held both a gun and a knife each.
"Dat cher, be Penny as he normally looks, when he ran, changed a bit, so de family wouldn't recognise him. Good wit' knives mon amour is." He spoke, almost with pride as he glanced at the faux confident walk of his younger husband.
"Gumbo, what did he tell ya when he looked at ya?" Logan spoke up, obviously having caught the glance shared between them that had seemed to say more than just a normal look.
Emily looked towards Remy, wanting to know what he had caught, as she had been too caught up in seeing the different version of her friend, this almost dangerous version, when she was so used to seeing an almost innocent childlike man, who didn't realise when he ramble, got too excited over learning but was always the best source of comfort even behind his logic and inability to handle emotion.
"He be scared mon ami, dey t'reaten him, but dey ain't got 'im fully yet. Dis is his first run. His pa got him on a tight leash, he's still dere t'ough. De only reason he's wit' dem is 'cause of us , cher. Mais can tell, me – Penny has missed his siblin's" Remy spoke with a huff.
"you got all that from one look?" Emily asked perplexed. Feeling more confused when Remy smiled sadly.
"Know my penny, me. We can get 'im back, get mon bijou back, oui." Remy sighed and took a deep breath, broadening his shoulders as if preparing himself for battle. A dangerous smirk making an appearance on his face. "Come on mes amis, time t' save m' boy."
