"Uncle?" asked Hotch slowly "As in-"
"Foyet's brother yeah" breathed Spencer softly, Hotch sat against one of the walls with his face in his hands. Spencer was on the ground, she wanted to give up just leave this mess and the BAU team find some simplicity in this complicated universe.
"Spencer" Hotch looked up at her "Spencer, I need you to listen to me, this isn't you're fault, you know that don't you?" Hotch tried to remain calm and sympathetic.
"Your eyes say otherwise Hotch, I can see that you blame me, as you should It is my fault" Spencer said quietly.
"Spencer, what's happening to the rest of the team?" asked Hotch, Spencer looked up her eyes red-rimmed and her hair a mess. She wiped her nose with her sleeve and closed her eyes.
"They're here, in this building I mean, one of them is hurt-" she said struggling to speak.
"Which one Spencer, which one?" Hotch cut in.
"I can't, tell" stuttered Spencer trying to hold on to the image in her brain "They all are in pain, two physically, two emotionally, the other two are confused. Oh who is which!" she clutched her head in pain.
"Morgan" Spencer said slowly eyes still close "He is unconscious"
"Dammit" hissed Hotch under his breath.
"J.J" said Spencer, her arm began to twitch, she held in in pain "Broken arm, slight concussion" Hotch clutched his fists as she continued "Reid, is fine physically, he's worried"
"About what?" questioned Hotch.
"You and me" a tear fell from Spencer's eye "Garcia, is crying, she is okay too. Rossi and Prentiss are confused they are pacing but Prentiss is on the verge of breaking down. But they are fine, they're all alive" Spencer sighed.
"What aren't you telling me?" asked Hotch he looked at her strangely, she gave him a weary smile.
"Damn profilers" Spencer muttered, she adjusted her position grunting in pain from her gunshot wound. She looked at Hotch, he was still awaiting an answer, she hesitated "His plan"
"What plan?" asked Hotch. He stared at Spencer intensely seeing if anything about her body language or tone gave anything away.
"Worst case" Spencer licked her lips "For each of them, worst case, yours, of course, Foyet others you may know, he's going to take one of them soon" her breathing was staggered.
"Why the North Mammon case?" asked Hotch genuinely curious, Spencer shifted uncomfortably
"It's stupid" she said, waving him off.
"No, it's not" he said sternly, the tone surprised Spencer, she wasn't expecting him to actually want to know the reasons for her actions and sayings.
"North Mammon was the first case that ever scared me, I was seven. I had seen other cases before but North Mammon, you wouldn't know you didn't really see what happened in that cellar" Spencer looked at Hotch tiredly. Hotch hadn't moved but something in his expression caused it to look angry.
"You were seven?" he asked almost hatefully. As if he found particularly unjust, Spencer understood why but at seven years old she was very far off from average. Spencer sighed then nodded, she shook her legs and got up to stretch them. She walked around for a minute or two obviously ignoring eye contact with Hotch.
She just walked around the room for a while, but then she stopped, frozen. Her eyes were wide and glassy, it was different than before when she used to stare into space absentmindedly, now she was in a trance she appeared to be fighting because her hands were twitching. Her fist clenched as she fought the images in her head willing the to go away and leave her in peace. She finally snapped out of it, but once she did she was only on her feet for a split-second before she passed out. Hotch reacted immediately racing to Spencer's side.
"Spencer" he said quietly, but loud enough so she could hear it "Spencer, can you open your eyes" He checked her heart beat, it was normal and she was breathing steadily, he moved her so she was sitting slightly up and it wouldn't disturb any potential head injuries
"No, get off, STOP" Spencer suddenly shouted still out of it, Hotch was confused until her realized his hands were on her shoulders he let go of her quickly but carefully. It took her a moment to compose herself and open her eyes, when she realized who she had been shouting at she felt embarrassed.
"Oh, Hotch I'm sorry" she whispered, putting her head down so he wouldn't see her red face.
"Spencer, you don't have to hide things from me" said Hotch comfortingly, it was weird hearing that kind of voice come out of Hotch's mouth.
"I could say the same for you Aaron, how much does the team know about your childhood?" she asked, he gave her a hard look.
"That's different" he said sternly.
"Is it?" she asked, her voice strained.
"Why did you faint?" he asked trying to get the subject off himself, she turned slightly pale and starting picking at her fingernails.
"It wasn't anything important" she said quickly.
"It must be if you reacted like that" pressed Hotch trying to find out more.
"I'm just hungry" said Spencer, using her quick-thinking to her advantage, Hotch didn't believe a word of it but he didn't dig any further giving Spencer the benefit of doubt, she reached into the pocket of her dirty jeans and pulled out a notebook.
"You carry a notebook with you?" asked Hotch surprised.
"Always" she muttered beginning to write, her hands shook as she tried to get the words down on the page. After she finished it she folded it well and put a name on it.
"When you see him again, and you will see him again Hotch, I need you to give this to him" Spencer told Hotch giving him the note, he looked down at the name 'Spencer Reid'
"Alright, I will" Hotch nodded.
"Have you made a decision?" Hotch and Spencer looked at the intercom where the cold, cruel voice had just previously sounded.
