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I've changed the rating of this story because it gets a bit... bad from here. I'll warn you at the start of each chapter. In this one it's just Ed and the female guard being 'romantic.'

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Ed pulled on the spare uniform Jodie had brought as she rubbed at her breast, watching him as she did. He ignored her attempts of lust as he pulled on her pants. They were too big for him but the belt she'd taken from her own waist would keep them up.

Jodie moved forward seductively, putting her hands on his hips. He pushed her away as he buckled the belt and she stared at him with hurt eyes.

"Eddie?"

"We can't," Ed hissed as he fixed his hair.

Jodie pouted. "After all I did for you, baby?"

Ed sighed and turned to the woman. What about everything I've done for you, he thought with disgust. No one would touch you before me and I was doing you a favour. She wasn't his type. He couldn't see himself with his hands around her neck, squeezing the life from her. She just didn't do anything for him. "There's still a lot we have to do," he said. He smirked and made a soft growling noise and Jodie perked up.

"Later? When this is done and we're runaways," he said. Jodie had called them runaways. Bonnie and Clyde was another nickname but Ed was sure she didn't know who they were.

"Yea," Jodie said, her voice hissing tersely to try and sound sexy again. She failed.

Ed looked at himself in the bathroom mirror and nodded. Jodie gave him her hat since she had been on outdoor duty and the rain was coming down.

If was prefect at hiding Ed's face just enough to make him unrecognisable. He could blend in with the crowd.

"I think I'm ready," he said.

"To blow this joint?" Jodie added with a cutesy laughed which made Ed wince a little. He pulled her close and pressed his lips to hers. She forced her tongue in his mouth and he tried not to shut his lips and push her away like he wanted. Finally, she released him and he hoped she was appeased.

"Yea. Let's blow this joint."

Spencer wasn't sure when he went to sleep. He woke up with his eyes sore and aching joints. He was laying on the couch, staring ahead and listening to his own breathing. Sadness weighed down on him, holding him to the couch.

If he bothered to check his phone he'd see some missed calls from his friends. But Spencer couldn't get up. He wanted to stare at the window and not have to think of anything anymore.

He had proved it and yet he still seemed to be out of a job. Spencer's thoughts drifted to the fact that he had brothers, and he tried to smile. After years of thinking he only had his mother (and William who on occasion stepped up to be his father) he finally had more family.

He'd ruined that. Spencer reached up and touched his face, wincing when his fingers pressed the bruise on his cheek. His mother was right, Aaron had ruined it. Spencer had proved it and Aaron just wouldn't listen to him.

Spencer glanced at the clock and wondered how much time had passed. It was the next day already, he knew that since the sun was up again. He didn't remember sleeping. He remembered just staring ahead of him in the dark after he'd called his mom.

He clutched his pillow closer to his chest. He didn't know what to do.

Part of him wanted to get up, get dressed and march into the office and tell Aaron to give him his badge. He didn't need his gun but he wasn't ready to walk away from his career. Another part of him wanted to drag himself up and walk to the bathroom. He wanted to reach above the bathroom cabinets and pull down the clear bottles he'd left there. He'd never taken them. They were a sign of victory for Spencer but also of weakness. Just in case, he told himself every time he looked above the cabinets.

But Spencer wasn't ready to do anything just yet. He squeezed his eyes closed and let the memories of the days before repeat in his mind.

Rossi failed to read the rest of the file on the jet. The team were too busy discussing the case and Rossi couldn't ignore them. It didn't feel normal, there was something else hanging over them all aside from Spencer's absence. Rossi glanced at Hotch several times and found him staring at his knuckles when someone else was speaking.

Rossi hoped they hurt. He hoped that each time he looked at them he remembered the bond he broke with the punch they delivered.

They got to the station without much being said and started to work with the officers who were already flustered by the case. Rossi kept glancing at his bag and the file hidden in there. As soon as he had a free moment he was finishing it.

He wasn't sure how the time had passed so quickly but Rossi only found his next, non-exhaustive free moment the next day. He looked at the file and his head dropped into his hands. He was failing Spencer, which was exactly what the team had done.

He glanced at the geographical profile and then at the file and he sighed. Spencer's case wasn't as urgent as their current one. He'd finish reading the file as soon as they had the unsub.

That moment came two days later. They completed the profile, they had a suspect and, finally, they had a location.

Rossi stayed behind with JJ as the team and much of the police department went to arrest their killer.

Rossi stood back for a moment, satisfied, when he suddenly remembered the file. He made JJ jump when he hurried past her and grabbed his bag. He didn't move at such a pace for no reason.

"Rossi?"

Dave pulled the file from his bag and slapped it down on the table. He glanced at JJ who stepped back from the file as if it were something poisonous.

He set his jaw as he opened the file.

"What about Hotch?" JJ asked as Rossi skipped through the pages he'd already read.

"Spencer deserves to be listened to, JJ."

There was only two pages Rossi hadn't read and he skipped to the last one. JJ peered over his shoulder to look at it and she bit her lip. Rossi was also looking down at the document hesitantly.

It was a blood test. A DNA test. He saw Spencer and Aaron's name and he wondered how Spencer had managed to authorise it.

"What's it say?" JJ asked, suddenly interested in the whole thing.

Rossi read down quickly and found what he was looking for. He sat down heavily in a chair as his eyes went back over the words.

JJ turned away from Rossi and read the document herself. She too was taken aback and she looked up quickly.

"My god," Rossi muttered and he looked away from the document. He let out a sound which was a clash between a chuckle and a gasp. "He was right," he said and he laughed. "The kid was right."

"They're brothers then? That's what that says doesn't it?"

Rossi nodded and JJ covered her mouth. "Oh god... oh... I've been awful to him."

"That doesn't matter now."

"Yes it does! He'll hate me!"

"We need to tell Aaron," Rossi said and JJ choked on her next breath.

"Oh god."

Ed didn't know how he'd pulled it off. He had walked out of prison. He had simply walked through the doors and into freedom.

He'd held his breath on the final part of exiting. Jodie had promised that there weren't many guards on duty and that, since it was lunch, some of them would be moving in and out.

Ed has managed to follow one guard to the gates and found himself on the other side after a friendly nod to the one holding the keys.

Ed walked slowly but purposely toward the silver car at the end of the lot, exactly where Jodie had promised to park it. He didn't look back as he got to the drivers side. He bent down and fumbled under the wheel where, to his relief, Jodie had left the keys. As his fingers found the metal key-rings he closed he eyes and thanked god, a blissful smile on his face. He stood up, finally looking up at the place he'd been held for eight years, having been moved through three prisons through his sentence. With a proud sense of victory Ed held his middle finger to the large facility. He laughed and turned his head up to the sky, taking a deep breath.

"Freedom," he muttered and he smirked down at the keys. He turned over the car key and slotted it into the door. He wondered what age the car was, he hadn't witnessed the development of cars in the last two decades. Some of the cars he passed at the front of the lot were incredibly strange to Ed.

He got into the front seat and found a unicorn air fresher hanging from the rear-view mirror. He gave it a playful tug and laughed again, unbelieving in his own state of freedom.

He looked down at the wheel and the controls for a moment. It had been a long time since he'd driven but he was sure he'd get the hang of it.

After nearly crashing into the car behind him, Ed did manage to get the hang of the car and after passing the last gate between him and the prison, he was finally on the open road. He rolled down the windows when he joined the normal traffic and he let the cool air blow onto him. He hit the radio and tapped a few buttons until something came on.

He gripped the wheel and sat back, gazing ahead at the road with a grin.

He thought of Aaron with a smirk and then the younger two. He always wanted to find Aaron when he got out, but now there was someone better. Unfinished business, Ed thought with a laugh.

Jodie had stupidly left gas money in the glove compartment. There was a map in the back too. He'd have to swap cars at some point, but he could get part way to Virginia in Jodie's car.

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