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Two days earlier

The BAU Unit Chief was beginning to get impatient at both the UnSub and his subordinate. He'd yet to have that 'discussion' with Reid as he kept avoiding it. Hotch had gone to the younger man's hotel room last night and found it was empty; he always ensured he'd be able to get into any of his agent's rooms. It was 10am and said genius was still not at the station.

"Look, enough talk about Reid, he'll be here." Aaron demanded, receiving the attention of every member of his team. "Right now we need to focus on talking to the three suspects, especially this, er, Ronney Jel." The photographs of the suspects had been pinned on the evidence board earlier that morning, and Garcia had given the team the people's addresses. This case was grating on him and he longed to be home with his son. "Morgan-"

"Reid where've you been?" Derek scolded, the irritation in his voice not lost on his co-worker.

"Er, I was busy. What's new?" Spencer replied somewhat awkwardly, placing his leather satchel by the whiteboard delicately as to not knock it over. He knew it was risky keeping secrets from the team but he wanted to keep his personal and professional life as far apart as possible. He liked to have something light in the dark world he saw, and it meant he could visit his mother on a more regular basis considering he'd been feeling increasingly guilty about not visiting her. His wife had decided to stay in Las Vegas for that reason; so she could visit Diana when Spencer couldn't. The two were close, and apparently spent a lot of their time gossiping about him or talking about Ashley. It only made him love Fliss more, he accepted, even loved his mother when not many people did.

"You're going to visit Ronney Jel, no excuses." Hotch told him sternly, sick of the man's antics, a new wave of determination to lecture Reid overpowering him. It would be done, before the day was over he'd have some answers. Spencer nodded in defeat, picking up his satchel and waiting for Morgan. "Rossi, Prentiss go to Shana Lillel and me and JJ will see Ester Mayberry." The members split into their respective partnerships and left the station, heading to the suspect's houses.

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The house was not what they anticipated. It was well-kept, the garden's grass a healthy green, the various coloured flower's well maintained. The outside of the house was soft white, a light brown door with a stained glass window, showing more flowers, all attached to one black vine. The whole place was beautiful. It reflected something of a happy family opposed to one who'd recently lost their daughter in a car accident. Knocking on the door, they prepared themselves for the conversation ahead. They were after all about to accuse a man of being a serial killer, of course a little more subtly.

"Ma'am." Derek started once a thirty-something year old answered the door, looking much older than she should have. It was evident that she'd been losing sleep due to the bags under her eyes, and she'd lost weight if the way her clothes hung off her was anything to go by. "I'm FBI agent Derek Morgan and this is Doctor Spencer Reid." He introduced them both, holding out his badge as evidence. "Is Ronney home?" The woman didn't even fain surprise, instead just left the door open and shouted the older man.

Being polite, the two agents were offered a drink and something to eat; both declined. The interior was just as well kept as the outside, the furniture floral patterned and comfortable. The whole room screamed homely, cozy. Once it would've been a place for family gatherings, it was the place their daughter took her first steps, played with her dolls, spoke for the first time. It was a happy place and now it was plagued by the good memories which had turned sour. The husband and wife wouldn't even look at each other, only communicating when necessary. The woman, who's name they'd discovered was Anne, refused to stay in the living room longer than necessary but they knew she'd go to her daughter's room, lay on her bed and cry herself to sleep every night. They knew she tortured herself, but they also knew the blame she directed to her husband, who undoubtedly accepted it in a futile attempt to make himself feel more pain; pain he thought he deserved. However, the profiler's knew that it was nobodies fault, it was an accident and because Ronney lived when Lizzie, his daughter, didn't, he was left to live with the consequences. They knew neither of them would re-build their relationship unless they moved on but something told them that the pair were over, they would never be happy with each other again and their relationship would be in vain as they'd get divorced soon.

"Ronney, I'm just going to get straight to the point. You worked for Andy and he fired you. Did you wish him dead?" Reid asked, his tone seemingly fed up and bored. Morgan glared at him.

"Excuse me?" Mr Jel said, clearly offended. It even took his wife by surprise. "Are you accusing me of killing him!?"

"No. No, sir. That's not what we're saying." Derek told him hastily to calm the man down. "We just need to know this stuff so we can rule you out as a suspect. I'm sorry we have to do this but it's important. I assume you were angry that he fired you?" The blonde sat back and sighed, running both hands through his hair in stress.

"Yeah, damn right I was angry. But not angry enough to kill him." The man hissed directly at Reid, his voice full of a dangerous venom. "He had plenty of enemies. Andy wasn't exactly the nicest man around. Old habits die hard I guess."

"What do you mean?" Spencer asked, curiosity getting the better of him. He knew how mean Andy was, in fact that was the only side of him that he had the luxury of knowing. Karma's a bitch – to Spencer, no matter how horrible it was, the angry and dark side of the genius thought that he deserved; that they all deserved, what had happened to them. Even the large part of Reid, the good side, found it hard to sympathise with them – he knew it'd have been horrible and he pitied them and felt bad for them but couldn't shake the feeling that they had it coming, that they had finally gotten a taste of their own medicine, albeit a little bit amplified.

"Whenever we all went out they liked to reminisce about 'the old times' they had back in high school." Spencer involuntarily winced, glad when no-one seemed to notice. "There was one kid whose name came up repeatedly, er, he was younger than them but in their class. His name was, er"

"Spencer." Anne finished for him knowing how bad her husband's memory was. The older agent glanced at his co-worker who had paled and sat deadly still. "They used to laugh at the stuff they did to him, it was sad really. I'll never understand how people could be so cavalier about it and enjoy the pain they inflicted on the poor kid. Some of the stuff they did to him was terrible, inhumane." She tutted at the end of the sentence in pity for the boy she didn't know. She would never understand why the child's mother and father never stepped in to help make it stop, some people's parents just didn't deserve to be parents.

"I don't need your pity." Spencer spat at the couple as he stood up. "I made somethin' of myself. I'm here now and I'm better than them. They're nothing but bullies, sad little bullies, and now they're dead so maybe you should stop talking about the boy who everyone bullied, the boy everyone laughed at and still do and start focusing on the matter at hand! I don't care what they laughed about, in fact I don't care about them at all. They are nothing! They never were!" With that, he left

the stunned people in the living room and stormed out of the house, slamming the door afterwards with enough force that, if it had been a glass door, would've broken.

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Rossi and Prentiss pulled up and stared up at the block of flats. Wasting no time, they caught the elevator and stopped at the third floor. Soon they were standing outside Shana Lillel's apartment waiting for an answer.

"Excuse me." A frail old woman addressed the two agents. Obviously she was the busy-body type with nothing much else to do with her time being as she could barely walk. "Are you looking for Shana?"

"Yes ma'am." Emily confirmed sharing a quick glance at Rossi. "Do you know where she is?"

The old woman gave them a friendly smile. "She hasn't been home in a couple of days. I don't know where she is, she doesn't usually do this." The agents walked towards her until they were outside the threshold of her apartment.

"Is there anything you can tell us about her?" Dave asked, surprised by the flirtatious wink he received.

"Well, honey, she's a quiet one. Goes to work, comes home, and that's more or less it really. Although she's been down recently, apparently she lost her job, the poor soul. Nobody really knows much about her, keeps to herself."

"Thankyou." Emily said handing the woman her card. "If you think of anything else, or see her, please give us a call." Receiving a nod in return, the two agents turned and left.

"Well that was a bust." Dave sighed once they were in the safety of the elevator.

"Yep, we'll just have to hope the other's have gotten something useful. I'm tired of being behind this son of a bitch." Prentiss replied, the anger she felt seeping into her voice, despite the calm demeanour.

"You and me both, kiddo. You and me both."

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I don't want this chapter to be too long so I'm splitting it into two . I hope that's ok with you guys :S

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