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Chapter Ten:
"A movie is being made about my life in prison?" Reid asked as he sat down in the conference room.
"Apparently," Garcia said. "I did some digging and found out the writer's father was in prison with you. Does the name Gregory Ryan ring any bells?"
A pained look came across his face. "He's the one who sliced my friend's throat."
"I'm sorry Reid," Prentiss said. "This is going to dig up a lot of old memories. We can try to block it if you'd like."
"No," Reid said. "It would only bring more attention to the case."
"Do you remember ever seeing the woman?" J.J. asked.
Reid closed his eyes. "Once I think," he said. "She was visiting the infirmary and we made eye contact briefly."
"Her father died not long after Shaw was transferred out," Garcia said. "There was a power struggle in the prison and he was beaten to death."
"That's a painful way to go," Alvez said.
"I agree. Why don't we get to the case?" Reid asked.
"Okay," Garcia said. "You're going to Oklahoma City…"
…
Two weeks later, Reid had the chance to meet the screenwriter in person while on a case in Los Angeles. Garcia found out she was in charge of the morning shift of the Hugo Café. It was only a block from the precinct, so Reid walked over.
She made eye contact with him the minute he walked in.
"What can I get you?" she asked.
"A tall coffee, with lots of sugar," he said.
"Coming up," she said. "Name?"
"Spencer."
Ashly served him his coffee.
"Alice, I'm taking ten," she said.
She then walked around the counter with a cup of water.
"Hi," he said.
"Hi," she said. "You don't need to be detective or a profiler to know why you're here."
"A friend of mine saw the entertainment news," he said.
"I see," she said. "Look it isn't personal. I just thought your story was interesting and decided to write about it."
"You thought I was interesting?"
"I only took the basics from your story," she said. "That you were falsely imprisoned for a crime you didn't commit with the strings being pulled by a villain in jail. I'm not sure if it is male or female."
"You don't have much control over the script?" he asked.
"Nope," she said. "They may consult me for clarification of a line or two, but basically, Imprisoned Love is out of my hands."
"That what it's called?"
"They can change the title too if they want."
"I'm sorry to hear about your father," he said softly.
"I'm still not sure how to feel about that," she said. "I hate that he had to die so painfully, but on the other hand, more people were going to die if he continued to live."
"You can't know that for sure," he said.
"He told me about plotting to kill you," she said shaking her head. "He really didn't like you, because you were untouchable, and he also wanted to, Oh god…"
"How did you know?" he asked turning slightly pink.
"He kept a journal too," she said. "It was his way of reliving his kills and fantasies."
Reid didn't say anything.
"My father was a monster, Agent Reid. It's okay to be glad he's dead."
"I don't wish death on anyone."
"Even people who deserve it?"
"Even people who deserve it."
Reid stood up.
"I'm glad we had this talk," he said.
"Me too," she said and pulled out her card. "They say to always have business cards made. This is mine. If you have any other questions about the script, don't be afraid to call."
Reid took it. "I won't. One more thing: Why do you think Lila Archer was interested in the script?"
She shrugged her shoulders. "I suggested her because she's a great dramatic actress who I think would love a complex role with a few action sequences."
"No other reasons?" he asked.
"Are there any?"
"No," he said suddenly. "Have a good day Ashly."
"You too, Agent Reid."
He quickly left.
…
"Andy you have to hold on," Lila pleaded. "I'm doing everything I can to get you out."
"I know you are," Wyatt said. "But some things even you can't control."
"Andy don't do this to me!" she shouted. "I've come this far. You can't give up when I'm so close to getting you home."
"Being on the inside changes a person in ways you can't understand Annabelle," he said. "Listen, I love you."
"Please Andy, don't give up! Just a little longer I promise."
"Find someone who makes you happy who doesn't get in as much trouble," he said. "And promise to keep me in a special place in your heart. I'll always love you Annabelle Meera."
"Andy, NO!" Lila screamed.
"End of scene," Wyatt said.
Lila wiped some tears away from her eyes and regained composure.
"This is a really good script," she said. "I like it."
"I really like you in it," Wyatt said. "Of anyone who has read for it, you seem to put the most emotion in it. Is there a reason for that?"
"I won't BS you Corry," she said. "I knew Spencer Reid from several years ago."
"Really?" Wyatt said. "How?"
"He saved me from a stalker who turned out to be my personal assistant," she said.
"Were there any feelings involved?" Wyatt asked.
"There might have been, but we lost touch years ago."
"How did you feel when you found out Spencer Reid had been arrested?"
"It broke my heart honestly," she said. "He was such a nice honest guy. I prayed that his team would get him out and they did in the end."
"Well, that means I have to sit through two more auditions and act like I want them for the role," he said. "The part is yours."
"Really?" she said.
"I want real emotions in my films. I'm not going to get much more real than what you felt when Spencer Reid was arrested. Congratulations."
She stood up and shook Wyatt's hand.
"Thank you so much Corry," she said. "This will be the role of a lifetime. I look forward to working with you."
"Same to you Lila," he said. "Have a good day."
"I most certainly will."
Wyatt watched her leave. Then he sighed. Finding her "Spencer" was going to be trickier.