Bloody Faces
Ana made her way to the hotel room alone. She just wanted to go to sleep. It had been a long day. It seemed as if they were getting nowhere. There had been another two bodies since they arrived yesterday; this guy was getting more frequent. They had come up with many theories but it seemed to her as if they were missing something. Rossi knew the detective that was on the case but it seemed like he wasn't quiet to be trusted. He knew one of the victims and seemed to not want them to talk about her with him, which was understandable but it was obstructing the investigation. Analise knew that someone was keeping something from them and she had her bets that it was something to do with him. Reaching her floor Ana passed Spencer's room; he wasn't back yet from the office. She was so ashamed that he had been hurt because of her stupid choices. The worst part is Tristen had run. No charge of assault could be charged on someone who had vanished into thin air. Analise thought of that night. She longed to feel Spencer's hands in her hair again but they had barley been alone together since then. She remembered how safe she felt when she was with him. He let her forget at least for a little while. The nightmares had never gone away though.
Pulling off her shoes Analise headed for the bath room. Pulling her hair away from her face she looked in the mirror. She saw the normal Analise Lawrence. But what really faced her was what little was left of the agent. Turning on the tap she splashed her face lightly with some water dabbing it dry with a towel and heading back to the other room. She had plastered the mirror opposite the bed with pictures of the murders. Admittedly it wasn't a good thing to go asleep looking at but it reminded her why she did this job.
Knocking on the door Spencer Reid was beginning to worry as to where Ana was. She hadn't answered her door and he had knocked at least five times already. 'Ana?' There wasn't movement on the other side of the wall. 'Analise!' Turning her head to the door Ana flung herself out of bed. She yanked open the door revealing an already dressed Spencer. He began talking but stopped realising she was only in a large shirt. He coughed shuffling not knowing where to look. 'Oh Jeez – um' Quickly turning Ana leant down picking up a dress she had thrown on the floor last night. As she leant over Spencer covered his mouth. He could see each vertebrae of her spin. She was ill. She needed help and she didn't even realise. Analise stood in the corner pulling on the dress. Shocked at the fact Spencer was staring at her from the doorway she coughed awkwardly as if to remind him that she was there. His eyes didn't budge he was watching as the material covered the prominent rib cage and protruding hip bones. Her stomach looked almost bloated. Her feet were almost touching and yet her legs seamed miles apart. He felt a sinking in his gut. She didn't even realise what she was doing to herself.
As they rode in the police car to yet another crime scene which was the local high school; Spencer could pull his eyes away from the skeleton sitting next to him. Analise could feel his stare he had barley taken his eyes off her since this morning. There was something wrong but she couldn't put her finger on it. Finally arriving Spencer opened her door for her holding out his hand motioning for her to take it. She looked so fragile like one false move could shatter her. As he helped her out of the car Hotch ran up behind the two of them. 'We have two bodies, and no detective to speak off as of yet.' 'What you mean he didn't send you?' Spencer enquired straightening up. Hurriedly walking to the others Hotch explained how they had got the call from the station but apparently the senior officer hadn't turned up yet after leaving early yesterday. Morgan was looking at Spencer with a hint of confusion as his eyes observed the approaching pair. Suddenly realising that he was still holding Analise up he quickly let go stepping away from her but not letting her out of his sight. J.J. was talking with Hotch in a corner only stopping to turn her back to the others. Hotch looked up at his team who were just standing around. 'Lawrence go in to see the first body in the changing rooms, Prentiss Morgan I want you two to look at the library victim, Reid I need you to help us start talking to the pupils, see if they might have seen anything or anyone.' Everyone started to move.
Analise passed multiple policemen walking to the changing room. The halls reeked of blood many were covering their faces with clothing coming out of the room. Just as Ana walked through the doorway a young officer threw up in the corner after looking at the body this did not help with the smell. 'Okay everyone can we please leave now and let the agent look at the scene please, mind where you step.' Ana nodded curtly at the older officer who had given the command before stepping closer to the mess. Slowly pealing back the cover that had been laid over the body Ana was comforted by the silence now everyone had left. She examined the open flesh of the person. The only part left untouched was the face just like the others. However this kill seemed a lot more violent than the rest, there were many unnecessary stab wounds around the skin most likely made post mortem. This attack meant something to the victim.
Standing up Ana felt light headed she needed some water. There was a bathroom right next to this room. As Ana stepped through the doorway someone moved from behind the shower curtain, face bloody.