Criminal Minds, Suicide is okay, at this point anyway. Part IV

Spencer arrived at the address that the man at the cleaning company had given him. He got out of the SUV and followed Derek to the door, he knocked.

Then after a minute or so Corniel finally opened the door. Stepping out in sweat pants. He must have only been at least twenty four.

"What can I do for you guys?" He said, his voice sounding groggy. Spencer noticed how he completely cringed at the sun light, leaning his body back into the shade of the house.

"I'm Derek Morgan, this is Dr. Spencer Reid," he said, moving his hand in Spencer's direction, "we need you to come in and answer some questions that's all."

He looked uncertain for a second, and with some hesitation, he went back into the house. He came back out five minutes later fully dressed. Morgan looked at Spencer, with a weird look pasted on his face.

"Wow, we didn't even have to drag him out. I swear this was the easiest job ever," Morgan said, shrugging as Mr. Spence went into the cop car behind them. It seemed way too easy.

We still had questioning, and he was smart, he didn't run away like most of the dumb asses Spencer had seen in the past. He found it hilarious that he had just sworn, but it still was one hundred percent true. It seemed really quiet in the car, so Spencer reached for the volume knob to the radio, which Morgan had left on some channel that had to do with rock - which he felt uncomfortable with, considering Morgan teased him for his lack of knowledge. He left it on that channel anyway, knowing it killed the silence with the ear-splitting thrash of the speakers.

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Elle received the call from on of the police officers, they spotted Connor. She began to move more quickly knowing she was making some progress. She called Hotch and told him, he said a quick 'Okay' and he began to move. I mean really move the way he does when he feels like superman, which we all doubted of course. I mean, was it even possible to see Aaron move with super speed? No. We all knew it too.

She was happy to distract her train of thought on something other than the feeling of his fingers where the bullet hole was. At this point, she knew she had to talk to someone. Only she decided to procrastinate on that idea, she hated the idea of talking to a shrink about her problems.

Getting her things together, she moved through the door to make her way to the door. It winced as she pushed it open, and without hesitating she walked through into the clouded city. The fog was hanging low around the buildings. Realizing that the weather wasn't that great, she took off her sun glasses so she wouldn't look foolish for wearing them in the foggy damp city.

The car ride seemed to pass by amazingly fast; they were there in a matter of minutes, it felt like. Only because Elle was so off in thought she didn't realize how long the ride actually was, due to traffic.

They arrived at the auto shop that was a block away from Connor's house. When he saw the police car roll up, he looked surprised at first, and Elle snapped into life and she got out quickly. He was about to run, be he didn't get that far before she held out her gun.

"Don't you run from the police, dumb ass!" She heard herself say. He stopped in his track, and turned to face Elle, his hands in a surrendering gesture. The cops around her moved forward, checked Connor, then cuffed him.

She sighed, knowing her main job was done.

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Spencer looked at Corniel as he was being interrogated. Apparently he was in hopes of getting a raise or a promotion by going around and advertising. It didn't seem logical, but people are crazy enough to do it, which made it hard for Spencer to believe if it was true or not.

He looked as Corniel twiddled his thumbs on the table. He looked a wee bit nervous, the way he frantically ruffled his hair every now and then. Spencer got up and walked out, to see Derek observing the interrogation.

"So, what do you think? Two guys, Corniel and Connor. Connor had a brother, Theo. And Corniel cleans houses, he could easily pick out his targets," He muttered. "They could be a team,"

Spencer walked in again to see Corniel sitting quietly.

"Do you have any connections to a man named 'Connor Marken'?" He asked, promptly. He waited to see his movements.

"No," He suddenly said.

"You're lying, I don't believe you," He said when he saw his finger twitching. It was known that every one does something when they lie, just the smallest reaction to a question can hint one. He looked over him again, and his eyes were fixed to Spencer's fingers, which were gripping the side of the table, as if he needed support.

"Okay, I met him a while ago, we haven't spoken," He noted.

"Where did you meet him?"

"I cleaned his house."

"Okay, did you notice anything out of the ordinary?"

"He kept muttering to himself."

Spencer kept in thought, he gave a quick nod, and turned. He met up with Derek and they had agreed to interrogate Connor. They stepped inside the other room, and sat down.

"What can you tell me about Corniel Spence, Connor."

"He's my house keeper, he hasn't been there in a while, though."

"What kind of relationship do you guy have?"

"He's an acquaintance," he said.

Spencer was just about to ask another question when Hotch walked in. He gave the nod for them to follow him back out.

"What's this about?" Spencer asked when Hotch pulled them out of the room.

"There's been another killing, both of them are in our custody, so it has to be someone else – a partner perhaps." Hotch said, without taking in a breath.

Spencer looked at Morgan, and then he began a fast-walk to the black SUV. The scene wasn't too far away, and they got there faster with the use of sirens. Spencer walked in, and noticed the scene was exactly as the last – clean. But it didn't seem to be as clean. The body was on the bed. Instead of heading directly into the room, he decided to look into the rest of the house. There was two more bedrooms, located up the stairs. Spencer slowly made his way the the top, and rounded the corner. There was nothing there, but an office, with a computer. After taking a quick glance, Spencer left. He came to the next bedroom, and he found another body.

"Hey, Guys? You may want to see this," He called out.

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Elle ran up the stares to meet Spencer at the doorway, and there, laying on the ground, was another body. Her long deep chestnut coloured hair was messy, and flowed out from under her head. She had one bullet to the head, and her hand was cuffed around the gun- like the first victim. Elle immediately put her hand to her forehead and held her stomach, as if it were going to spurt out of her body. Spencer lightly touched her shoulders, and turned her in the other direction, so that Elle wasn't facing the body.

Every murder had become more and more personal, and she knew that she was loosing every bit of profession she had. She took a deep breath, and then Spencer turned to her, and whispered in her ear.

"It's okay, it's okay," She said, and it felt nice to have someone tell her it was okay. All this time she had gone through alone, and now she had someone to tell her it was okay, which felt nice.

"Here, why don't you go take a mental breath, before someone sees you like this, okay?" He asked. She gave a quick nod, and headed for the bathroom. Morgan came up a little while after when he finished processing the first body.

Elle just left the bathroom, after taking a small sheet of toilet paper to rub off the smeared mascara and liner. She tuffed it into her pocket, and met Spencer in the room. He gave a questioning nod, and she slightly smiled back. Derek was placing small excess things into a bag, and looked up. Elle tried straightening her face – the last thing she needed was for Derek to know about her emotional spur.

He didn't seem to notice anything, she observed.

"Hey Elle, how are you?" He asked, glancing between her and the still body.

"I'm fine," She said, normally.

"So, the names are Claudia Winton – down stairs, and this is Stella Huston," He said, looking at the girl, who was about twenty.

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Spencer was at the scene for at least two hours collecting evidence and learning as much as he could on Stella and Claudia as he possibly could. Elle was holding up better than Spencer thought – she almost seemed fine, almost.

We came back to the the police station and all gather around one huge rectangular table.

"So, all of our suspects were here – when this killing happened. Which means we have to start all over again. What we need to do tonight is nail the suspects with every question about these murders. Process the evidence and step into the murder's place. Spencer, that's your job 'cause your best at it," Aaron informed.

"Why, are you calling me a murderer?" He said blankly.

"No, I'm saying if you were a murderer, you'd be the best at it. Now common people! We don't have much time."