Chapter 10

Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE TVD SPN CM CHARACTERS NOR THE COVER

A/N: I WILL EXPLAIN THE WHOLE ZACHARIAH OCCURRENCE AND WHAT HE WANTS SPENCER TO DO.

ELENA'S BACK! I WILL ALSO EXPLAIN WHERE SHE'S BEEN IN EITHER THIS OR THE NEXT CHAPTER!

Spencer's POV

Derek pulled into the parking lot of Quantico, parking near the entrance. He shut the car off, then I followed him out. He slung his bag over his shoulder.

He made a little conversation with the guards, before we proceeded into the federal building. We walked to the elevator. I rubbed my face, feeling my beard brush against my hand. The elevator dinged, opening up for us. We stepped on to the platform, turning around to face the exit. Derek reached over and pressed our floor.

"J.J. will be happy to see you. Not that everyone won't be happy to have you back, but you and her is close." Derek commented, tapping his fingers against the rail. The elevator dinged again, stopping at our floor without interruptions. Walking the halls, no one really noticed me, but when we reached the bullpen, things changed.

I walked in behind Derek, noticing Garcia, Rossi, and Prentiss taking lively. My eyes wandered to my desk, silencing my mind. My eyes caught the picture that was tacked to my board. It was the picture of Elena and the team, celebrating my official day as a FBI agent. I jerked out my memory, hearing Garcia.

"Spencer! What are you doing here?!" She screeched, causing eyes to shift towards me. I shoved my hair out of the way to look at her. Currently, she has blue highlights in her hair this time. Her bright green plaid dress came slightly above her knees, paired with silver heels.

She came over and hugged briefly, then pulled away, still looking baffled about my appearance. I gave her awkward smile.

"I work here, Garcia. Didn't you miss me?" I joked lightly, not really feeling humorous at all.

She started to do her nervous hand gestures. "Of course I missed you! I thought you would take more-" The last of her sentence was muffled by Derek's hand covering her mouth.

I believed she nipped his hand, because Derek immediately retracted his hand. My nose scrunched up slightly when she licked her lips with a moan following. "Just what I imagine you would taste like. Maybe better." She smirked, her attention away from me.

Derek put on in his special smile, the one he usually to charm the women. "If you wanted a taste, all you had to do was ask, my snow bunny." Derek teased. I simply rolled my eyes, leaving the two.

'I wish those two just would admit they have feelings for each other.' Elena voice echoed through my head.

I stopped for a brief moment, before continuing my journey to J.J.'s office. I walked up the stairs, making a right, leading to the office. I knocked on the door, waiting for a response.

"Come in!" J.J. said beyond the door. I opened the door, peeking my head around. J.J. was facing away from me, searching for something.

"Excuse the mess! I will be right with you." She sighed, shuffling folders around.

"Take your time, J.J.." I said, knowing she was going to do the opposite. She turned around, looking at me with momentary shock.

"Oh my God, Reid!" She dropped whatever she was holding and was over to me in a flash. She engulfed me in a hug. I hugged her back, missing her company the most.

"I tried to call-" She started to say.

"I know. I… just needed time to myself, but I do appreciate everyone's concern." I said, pulling back from the hug.

She smiled sadly. "I understand, but I knew she would want someone looking after you." J.J. said, rubbing my shoulder, then she stepped away.

I groaned. "Look, I'm not going to lie and say I didn't have the temptations to use, but I'm not going to tarnish the hard work that Elena and I put into to repair our relationship. I made a promise to her and I'm not going to break it just because-" I stopped in my sentence, not want to finish it. I paced away from her, wetness clouding my sight. The familiar tightness was taking hold in my chest.

I took a seat in the chair closer to me, placing my head between my legs. I counted along with deep breaths, regulating my heartbeats. I could feel hands on my shoulders, but I stayed in my position until assured I wasn't going into a panic attack.

I raised up slowly, laying my back against the chair. I pushed my hair back, sighing. I stared out the window, listening to the pitter patters against the glass.

"Elena absolutely loved the rain. She once tried to convince me to move to Washington. I almost gave in, love seeing that serene smile she would get. Even though she would risk catching a cold, she would continually play in the rain." I looked back to J.J., who was staring at me with concern.

"Though it hurts, I want to remember everything about her. I'm going to muddled her memory with a temporary high. Plus, I got Morgan threatening to lock me up against my will." I said the last part to lighten the mood.

J.J. laughed. "How did that conversation go?" J.J. asked.

"Just as uncomfortable as the sex talk. I think he was serious, which is the scary part. " I said, laughing a little.

'Of course he is serious, goofball! You are part of his family.' Elena soft voice spoke to me.

Luckily for me, J.J. turned away, missing my moment of anxiety.

"I wouldn't put it past him to do something like that." J.J. paused, turning back to me. "So, why are you here, Spence?" J.J. inquired, leaning against her desk.

"I came today, because I want to bring attention to the Winchester's case." I said. She looked at me curiously.

"Winchester? Sounds familiar." J.J. said.

"Late FBI Agent Hendrickson asked for assistance a few years back. Two brothers leaving a trail of crime from grave dessication to possibly murder. Trust me, both brothers rap sheet is a mile long. They were taken of FBI's radar, because we concluded that they died in explosion along with Hendricksons and several others." I said.

J.J. crossed her arms. "You believe they are still alive?" She asked.

"Still alive? Not only that, but they are officially murderers. Anyways, I came into some intel proving they are still alive. In my opinion, they have escalated." I explained.

J.J. looked down sadly to me. "Not to deny your claims, but you have personal motivations, Spence." J.J. started to say.

I raised out of my chair. "Of course I have personal motivations! But that doesn't change that they are dangerous criminals. They are the last known people to see Ellie. I want the answers about her murder. It is killing two birds with one stone. Besides that, you can add suspicion for killing an FBI agent to the list." I was beyond frustrated.

She stared at me for a moment. "Let see this intel that you have." She said.

I pulled out a file out my bag, handing it over. She looked to me a brief second before opening the file. I watched as her eyes widen as she took hold of the photos, shuffling through with urgency.

"Are these… real?" She asked, looking up to me. I nodded my head in agreeance.

"How did you get ahold of pictures of the Winchester brothers?"

Flashback

I watched as the older man steadily laid his arm against his arm against his crossed legs, gun still aimed at me. He stared at me, subtle humor.

I swallowed thickly, eyes looking back and forward between the gun and the man. "Are you going to kill me?" I asked.

"As much as you not opposed to the idea of dying, I will not be ending your miserable existence. I have more of a important task to demand of you." Zachariah explained.

"I don't even know you." I said, ignoring suicide jab.

Zachariah laughed. "Trust me when I say my identity will matter less after you hear what I got to say." Zachariah said arrogantly. Zachariah removed himself from the sofa, moving around.

My eyes glanced over, seeing my gun holster on the dining table. Zachariah stopped, picking up a framed picture of Elena. "She definitely look like her mother, but the attitude is definitely Winchester." He said, grimacing. He set the picture down.

I frowned momentarily putting my escape plan in the back of my mind. "You know the Winchesters?" I asked.

"They been a pain in my ass since the moment runts took their first breath. But enough chit chat. I need you and your elite clique to find Dean and Sam Winchester, especially Dean." Zachariah stared at me.

I scooted to the edge of my seat. "So they are really alive?" I asked. Maybe there is a chance to get answers.

Zachariah scoffed. "They make it habit of not dying. And to prove my point, open the file that is on the table before you." He said.

I looked down to my cluttered coffee table to see a manila folder laying on top. I reached down and flipped it opened.

I frowned, sliding to another photo. They were photos of Dean, Sam, or both. Some were simple as getting out of a car to Dean decapitating a woman's head off.

"I assume these are current photos?" I said, looking up to him.

He nodded his head. "And how did you acquire these photos?" I asked.

"I had them followed. Unfortunately, Sam killed my friend, leading me to lose track of their whereabouts." I could see the flare of anger in his eyes and the tightening of his jaw.

"Though its my job to report this, I hope you don't expect that if the Winchesters are apprehended, they will be going to the FBI, not you." I said.

"Don't trust him, Spence." Elena said.

I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to calm myself.

"Of course not, Agent Reid. I just need Dean in one spot." Zachariah said.

"And why is that?" I asked.

"There is a war coming and everyone need to play a part, even you despite your lack of faith." Zachariah stated, staring me down with a hint humor.

"So where does Dean and Sam fit? Or even me for that matter?" I asked.

"Leading the war, but only if the little bastards just do as told. As for you Mr. Reid, that remains to be seen. Besides my reasoning, I know this will lead you to more answers to questions you have. Even questions you haven't even thought of." Zachariah said, once again raising his gun to me. Satisfied with my cooperation, he slid out my door easily. Without wasting a second, I went for my gun. I went over to the door, creaking it open.

I peeked around the corner, gun aimed in front of me. No one there, I moved into the hall. I passed the elevator, knowing it was out of order. I creeped to the stairs, listening for foot falls. I opened the door to the stairwell, making sure it was in the clear, but my step faltered when Elena's voiced spoke to me.

"Go back, Spencer! It's too dangerous." She said softly.

Decided not to continue, I headed back to my apartment.

Flashback Ends

J.J. stared wide eyed at me. "And you didn't think it would be a great idea to report this, Spence?" She chastised.

"At the moment, I wasn't the right mind. But the days following, I've became engrossed in the old case files, trying to map a pattern. It might take some time, but I know we can catch the Winchesters. Just let me show you and the team the research. That's all I ask." I looked up to her.

She nodded her head. "Let's introduce this to the team, then Strauss. We need to clear it with her. Plus, I want their picture to every local, state, and federal officials. I can can just imagine the media frenzy." She shook her head.

I smiled slightly. "That's why you are the best, J.J.." I encouraged.

Dean's POV

I shifted in my sleep, immediately regretting that action. Searing pain shot through my leg and arm. I groaned, shielding my eyes from the burning sunlight.

"Sorry. Let me close the blinds."A soft voice spoke to me. The sunlight disappeared, leaving the room in the dark. After blinking a few times, my blurred vision cleared up. I looked around, noticing I was back in my mol room. I looked to my left, seeing sam asleep, face tucked under his arm.

"He's fine." I turned my head, already reaching for my gun, but my wound left me hissing from the pain. The sounds of footsteps came toward me, then the side of my bed dipped. Gentle hands pushed against my shoulder.

"Dean, relax and lay back down. You are going to rip open your stitches." I knew that voice, leading me to grasp the hand that was slipping away. My eyes peeked open, familiar brown eyes reflecting back to me with concern.

"Elena,... how are you alive?" I groaned.

She smiled sadly. "A long story for another time. Try to get more rest. I need to change your wounds again."

She went to move away, but I grabbed onto her arm. She must've sense my panic, dread that consumed me at the moment.

"Don't leave." I whispered.

She sighed. "Dean, I promise I'm real. I will be here when you wake up again. You need to sleep." She whispered. I wanted to believe her, but my hand wasn't slipping away. "Fine, I will stay right here until you sleep." Elena gripped my hand tightly and held on it. Not too long after, I drifted off to oblivion.