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Chapter 20

I woke up. Thinking last night was a dream. It had to be. I stood up. My clothes weren't as comfortable as last night. I went to straighten them, and felt a crusty substance on my hands and outfit. I looked down and I was covered in dried blood. I knew what I had to do. I had to call the police.

Meanwhile...

"Guys," Said JJ, clearly distressed, "We got a case, someone found a body."

"Where?" Spencer said eagerly.

"At Chloe's address."

"What else?"

"I'm not sure. They didn't tell me much."

I sat on my doorstep. Since I was a suspect, they didn't let me do much. They only let me change because the clothes I had on had blood on them. I was in a bad mood. I was stressed, afraid, and I didn't eat because the whole kitchen was a crime scene. I sighed.

"Chloe, you scared me. I thought you were the dead body." Emily said, breathing a sigh of relief.

"I don't know what happened." I said. "I just woke up with blood on me, barely remembering anything. They're going to arrest me, Emily. I don't know what to do."

She sat down next to me. "I know you wouldn't kill anyone in cold blood. We're going to find whoever did this."

I nodded. "When are the other's getting here?"

"Pretty soon. I headed out first."

After just about everyone told me they thought I was dead, or I scared them, or they were glad I'm okay, Spencer walked up.

"Hi," He said. "You okay?"

"Don't tell the others, I promised I was okay, but to be honest, I'm stressed and terrified. What's going to happen? The only reason I'm still here is because I wanted to speak with you guys first. I don't think I'm okay."

"You're going to be fine. I know you'd never kill anyone in cold blood."

"Emily said that." I had little hope. I was mainly focusing it on Spencer. He knew a little more about me than the rest.

"We'll find him, Chloe." He said, trying to comfort me by putting his hand on my shoulder. "I promise."

"How do you even know?"

"Last night you called me, would you set that up?"

"I don't know. I can't remember anything. I could've. I could've been trying to get an, I don't know, alibi or something." My hope was slightly fading. "It feels like everything is going after me."

"You've put a lot of people in jail. One of them could be trying to get you back. Let you know what it feels like in jail."

I slung my arms around him. He was surprised by the unexpected hug, but he hugged back. I've been though a lot lately. I needed it.

I sat in interrogation room one, Morgan in front of me. They gave eventually me something to eat.

"Morgan, act like I'm a usual suspect. Don't think of me as a friend or teammate. I've been interrogated by people before, and it wasn't this nicely."

"Fine, what do you remember of last night?"

"Bits and pieces. I remember a knife, and I remember trying to revive the body. And I remember a syringe, and shooting my doorknob." I paused "Spencer said I called him last night. Ask him about that."

Last night, how the conversation went...

He groggily answered "Hello?"

"Spencer!"

The tone of my voice must have alarmed him, because he sounded more awake when he replied "What?"

"Someone was in my house. Th-there's a body."

"You okay?"

"I got a gash on my leg and I think I was drugged, but I'm okay." I said "He drugged me. And-and then he just...ran out."

I paused "Spencer, I would be nowhere without you. You're one of the very few I let in, showed my emotions around. Thank you for being...you. I really l-"

He cut me off by saying "You need to sleep."

"Okay," I paused "Night Spence."

"...She said she got drugged, there was a body, and a guy ran out, but other than that, nothing." Spencer explained. They were discussing the case in another room. While Hotch was sitting with me, trying to help me remember more.

"If one guy ran out, how can he be dead? We can use this." Rossi said.

"Well, at least we know it was a two person thing. But, her prints were on the knife." Morgan added

"She keeps the knife on the east side of the kitchen. If she came from her room, she'd have go get around both of them to get the knife." Emily continued their investigating.

"Why would she grab the knife if she already had her gun?" JJ asked

"I think Chloe was framed." Morgan stated.

"Hotch," Morgan called. Hotch got up and walked out of the room. I looked at the door, wondering what they figured out.

Hotch came back in and explained the situation. After a moment of hard thinking, I mumbled "Oh, but of course." with wide eyes.

"What?" Hotch asked

"I know who it was! Yes! Finally! It all makes sense!"

"Who?"

"A couple years back, I was investigating a case, and every two days another suspect came in, all drugged, stabbed victim, middle of the night. We eventually caught him, but I was hit, then he was hit, then he got away."

"Who is it?"

"Chase Johnson. Ex-FBI agent."

Behind the glass, they were watching me.

"Chase Johnson." Spencer repeated. "I read about that case."

"Yeah, I think I saw that one in the news." JJ added.

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