Chapter Eleven

"How is Keirsten holding up Reid?" Aaron asked as Spencer walked into the police station.

"She's got mixed emotions, between mourning, and being mad. She knows about Louise. I wanted her to hear it from me, instead of from somebody else. Right now, she's behaving very much like I would expect her too," Spencer replied. "Has Garcia pulled all the email files from Keirsten's past yet?"

"She has, she's gone through, filtered for the junk, and has printed everything else out. There's a pretty big stack," Aaron stated.

"I do not care how big the stack is. I am going to read every single email sent back and forth, and try and find out anything I can from them. Should not take me very long. Have you got a profile down on our unsub yet?"

"We just got back from viewing the most resent crime scene. These are happening where the victims have been working this time it would seem. There are signs of forced entry, and a struggle. So we are looking for someone who is not so skilled at shooting."

"Do we know if we're working with a copy cat, or someone under orders?"

"Still not sure on that. It's too soon to tell. Morgan and Prentiss just went to go try and talk with Verde and Holler. Maybe they can get some answers."

"After the funeral on Wednesday I'm going to question them myself. Not about the murders, but about a few personal matters if you would let me."

"Do as you please. You have bigger fish to fry than the murder at hand. But do us a favor, any information you get from those two could be helpful to us. Report anything they say back to me."

"Right, I can do that. It was brought to my attention when I left, that the guards have Keirsten on suicide watch... they've looked into her past and said they felt it was the best thing they could do with her."

"Suicide watch? Don't you think that's a bit much?"

"That's what I said. But then again, it's extra protection on her, I feel a bit safer with that knowledge."

Aaron gave a slight shrug. "This is true. Now then, get yourself to work on those emails, and lets get ourselves out of Dallas as soon as we can please."

Spencer nodded, and headed to find Penelope to get the stack of emails. The task at hand was not something he was looking forward to. He never thought he would be diving into Keirsten's personal life like this.

Keirsten sighed softly as she sat on a bench out in the court yard. She hated the fact that there were so many guards around her. What did they think she was going to do, go completely crazy on them? She watched all the other women out doing their thing. Her attention was grabbed, and her heart started racing as she spotted Anne Verde, and Marie Holler headed right in her direction. She should have known that they would be here.

"Well look what we have here Anne, seems like little Keirsten has been reunited with us once again," Marie said with a grin as they stopped right in front of the bench.

"Why must you two continue to make my life a living hell? I don't get what I did wrong. If I remember correctly, once Marie and I graduated from high school, you two declared that you wanted nothing more to do with me. So guess what, I moved on with my life. I didn't break contact with you girls, you told me to stay out of your lives. I did what you told me to do."

"Shouldn't have listened to us. We thought you knew better than to do what we asked," Anne declared folding her arms.

"While I was still in Dallas, you had every means available to get a hold of me. Granted I was only there for one summer after high school before I moved to Virginia, but you still could have tried to get me before then. Why wait four years after the fact to try and get me?"

"We learned that we needed you. When we couldn't find you, we had to find some way to get your attention."

"Marie... that doesn't even make sense. You go around killing people that I had falling outs with to try and get my attention? Then when it does nothing more than get you thrown in here, you find some way to get me locked up in here. What the hell do you need me for so badly, that you have to go on a killing spree to get my attention?"

"Doesn't really matter. What matters now, is we've got you, and there's no getting away from us now," Anne stated firmly.

"Were you guys not considering the fact that I've married an agent of the FBI who's going to work his ass off to get me out of here? Or the fact that other than your words, there is no evidence that ties me to the murders?"

"Yeah, because we're so scared of your husband. No proof that what you say is real, we haven't seen this, FBI agent you speak of. So where is he?" Anne asked.

"I told you, he's working on getting the evidence needed to prove my innocence. Anything the BAU can find that can or can not tie me to you two besides that time in high school, can help spring me from here. All they will find, is that stay in the mental ward one summer because you two pushed me to the brink of killing myself that I felt I needed some serious help."

"Yeah, I still don't buy any of what you're saying. It's two against on Keirsten Hunt. And based on what we've said, the evidence is stacked against you," Marie claimed.

"Actually it is eight against two, and they can find more evidence that is stacked nice and neatly on my side. Oh, and get it right, it's Keirsten Reid, not Hunt."

"We'll believe it when there's proof, until then, you're still pathetic little Keirsten Hunt to us. Not like it even matters anyways," Anne claimed.

"Well, right now, how about you two just back off and leave me the hell alone? I believe I've been through enough thanks to you little bitches," Keirsten snapped.

"We'll vamoose for now. But we won't be gone forever. You will see us around again, you can be sure of that," Anne stated before she and Marie walked off.

Keirsten ran her fingers through her hair, and got up realizing how much she was shaking. She walked over to one of the guards, her arms over her chest. "I need to call my husband... it's urgent."

"Nobody gets phone privileges for another hour, now go sit back down," the guard stated.

"If I don't get a hold of my husband, I'm going to go into an anxiety attack, which isn't pretty. Knowing my husband, he's probably come out this way with my anxiety medications that I need to take when one is getting ready to start up. So either let me call him, or someone else needs to get a hold of him for me."

"Nobody was informed of you having anxiety issues. How can we be sure you are telling the truth?"

"If nobody was informed, then that means nobody asked the right questions, or even bothered to find anything out about the person you've unjustly locked up. Now will someone please call for a Doctor Spencer Reid to come up here with my anxiety medications?"

The guard rolled his eyes, before making a request over the radio. He couldn't believe that this woman was being so snippy with him. Who did she think she was anyways?

Keirsten folded her arms over her chest as she stood there, waiting for a response from the man who just continued to look at her as if she were stupid. She couldn't believe how hateful the guy was being.

"Someone is coming to bring you inside. We're putting you in solitary confinement."

"Solitary confinement? That's not going to stop an anxiety attack, I need my medications for anxiety."

"Pipe down. Your little husband has been called for them, and he'll be leaving them here for future cases."

Keirsten bit her lower lip some when she felt her arms being yanked roughly behind her, and was cuffed. She couldn't handle be handled so roughly by any man, especially ones she knew nothing about.

"Get her locked up and out of my hair. I'm tired of this one already," the warden said harshly.

Keirsten threw a glare in the wardens direction as she was led back inside. She would be sure to let Spencer know exactly what was going on while she was here. She knew these men could be cruel, but there was a limit.