"Why do you do this to me?
Why do you do this so easily?
You make it hard to smile because
You make it hard to breathe
Why do you do this to me?
A phrasing that's a single tear,
Iis harder than I ever feared
And you were left feeling so alone.
Because these days aren't easy
Like they have been once before
These days aren't easy anymore"
- Why by Secondhand Serenade
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Reid wasn't prepared to see what was going on at all, and he stopped in the doorway, staring at the angel sitting in the dark corner, a gun shaking in her hand.
Her long silky blonde hair was glowing from the light in the ceiling. For a moment he didn't know what to do. He heard people talk around him, mumbling things like 'how did she get the gun' and 'how could you let her grab it', but it was all in slow motion, a far away echo.
Slowly, Reid entered the room. Garcia gasped and covered her moth with her hands, frightened of the sight before her, and Morgan held her, telling her it would be ok.
"Bella?" Reid said softly. He could hear her sniffle. He kneeled infront of her, but did nothing. She didn't need his words, she needed his presence.
"You left me in here... All alone, thinking I was a child murderer" she said quietly. He shook his head.
"No I don't think you are a child murderer..."
"You're all the same... It doesn't matter how well you know someone, as long as there's evidence, right?... Well it's over. I can't take it anymore"
She brought the gun to her head and people outside gasped and yelled. Reid swallowed, but did not stop.
"I didn't mean to leave you... I wsn't allowed to be in here with you, I begged for them to let me in, but they didn't"
"You're just saying that so you won't feel so guilty"
Reid placed a hand gently on her knee.
"No, honey. I was outside trying to find anything to prove you innocent" he said softly. "... And I did"
She slowly raised her head and looked at him with tears rolling down her face.
It was that sort of moment no one would ever forget. A moment of fear, and yet it was so calm.
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In the background, Aaron Hotchner forced the security guards back by standing in the way, knowing Spencer Reid would make it. The air was tense but peaceful somehow, not a sound except for the worried whispers.
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Bella and Spencer just looked at eachother for a while.
"You did?" she asked. It came out a shaky whisper and Spencer nodded.
"I know about your father, and I know he's the one doing this. I know he wants to hurt you, but I won't let him"
She saw the sincerity glitter in his eyes, and everything was so strange for a moment. She had expected him to shout at her, be angry with her, but there he was, calm and loving. She put the gun down on the floor and put her hand over his, stroking his soft skin with her thumb.
"I didn't tell you because I thought you would think of me as weak..."
He gently cupped her face.
"Killing yourself for something you didn't do is weak... Being a victim and still live is strong, Bella"
Her lip shivered and her eyes filled with tears once again.
"I'm sorry"
He wrapped his arms around her and let her cry, looking over at his boss, as if to ask if he could take her home.
Hotch nodded at him and turned to Penelope.
"You two better take her home. We have an UnSub to find, and you can work from home. I want all his personal info by tomorrow"
Penelope smiled thankfully.
"Thank you, sir. Thank you so much"
// Okay, so my first idea here was alot more angsty but I toned it down because I didn't want Bella to be looked upon as a suicidal person. Let me know what you think.
