A/N: Wow guys, just wow! 1152 views and nearly 500 visitors to my story from all over the world. That is absolutely amazing and a dream come true. Thank you all so much for reading and sticking with my story, it means the world to me to think that people are actually reading what I write. Now please please PLEASE review! It would mean a lot to me as well. Now, Amelia has a crush on Spencer and Spencer has a crush on Amelia, logic dictates that they get together. BUT this is fanfiction, so not yet, but soon I promise you. I have a plan.
30th June 2011 Chicago Illinois
I OWN NOTHING RECOGNISABLE
SpencerPOV
After the women walked away to get food and coffee, Hotch, Rossi, Morgan and I all headed towards another SUV to head to the Police Department.
"So boy wonder, what is going on with you and the pretty little Botecelli hmm? You have a thing for her playa?" Morgan teased with a smirk.
I rolled my eyes, "that's none of your business Morgan, and even if I did, I wouldn't act on it. Not after what happened with Lila, or Maeve." I said quietly, looking out the window, reflecting on the two women who managed to cause me pain in two very different ways.
Lila was my first crush, my first experience with any woman. It all began, and ended, with a kiss in her pool. She never did call me after that.
And Maeve, well Maeve was heartbreak. Watching her die before me, before I got the chance to tell her how I truly felt about her. It's hard to believe that it has been a year since that whole thing happened. That's why I refuse to open up to another woman again; I'm only setting myself up for more pain, more heartbreak and more disappointment.
"Don't forget she's been through hell and back too Spencer, not many people who were at the World Trade Centre on 9/11 have managed to move on and be as productive as she has, especially since she was only 11 when the whole thing happened. Don't discount being happy because you're scared." Morgan said.
That was true, I never thought of it that way. I shrugged, feigning indifference, even though I was thinking about his words, and only his words.
I stayed like this until we got to the PD. Once we got there I began pouring over maps and various other things until the Police Chief came in.
"They've found more bodies, two of them." the Chief said.
"Of course they have, the unsub is following the rippers pattern." I said, looking up from a book on the Ripper's history.
"I'll get the girls back here, when they arrive, Morgan, Reid I want you to take Prentiss and Amelia with you to the crime scene."
The girls arrived around 10 minutes later. Amelia bounced in, two coffee cups in hand, looking ready to go. God, she was beautiful; her red hair, her freckles, her accent. Part of me wanted to kiss her so badly; the other part was worried for my sanity. "Morning! Come on you two, Prentiss is in the SUV. Morgan, Spence, I got you both some coffee for the road. Half a cup of sugar right Spence?" she teased, handing me the cup in her left hand and Morgan the one in her right.
I reddened slightly, "Yeah, that's great thanks, where's yours?"
"My caramel latte is in the car, let's go! We've got bodies to see." She said, turning back and heading towards the car.
Morgan laughed, "You certainly know how to pick them Reid." He said, following her.
I rolled my eyes, following him and climbing into the back, next to Amelia, "Where's the dump site?" she asked, looking at the map with confusion written on her face.
I leaned over and took the map from her hands. "There, about a half hour drive from here, in a more remote area than before. Wonder why that is?" I said
"Maybe he didn't want the bodies found?" Prentiss suggested.
"Not consistent." Amelia and I both said at the same time. I chuckled and she blushed, I motioned for her to explain.
"The Ripper wanted to cause panic, that's what got him off, seeing people panic as the bodies were discovered. So far this killer has been the same; it wouldn't make sense to change the game now. If anything, he should be dumping in more public areas as JJ has managed to stop the press from reporting on this so he's getting next to no attention. The only way we're going to catch this guy now is if he makes a mistake. If he's following the Ripper's pattern, he will kill once more, and then vanish. Just like that." She snapped her fingers for emphasis, glancing down at the Ripper book in my hands.
I handed it to her and she took it with a thankful smile, before she pulled out her glasses from her TARDIS like bag and began reading its contents. I watched her as she read, her nose would crinkle up in concentration and it made her look even cuter. I longed to reach out and tuck the stray hairs behind her ear.
I looked out the window as we pulled up to the crime scene, it was warm today, and that wouldn't help with the state of the bodies. We climbed out the car. I noticed Amelia take a hair tie and quickly pull her curly ponytail into a messy bun. Stray curls framed her face; she looked gorgeous in the sunlight.
I handed her a pair of gloves before pulling on my own, we walked together towards the body nearest us, they were done taking pictures so we could profile without getting in the way. "There's the same stabbing pattern on the lower abdomen as before, I think it's safe to say that that is the signature." I said as we pulled the sheet back.
Amelia hummed in agreement. "Same throat slashing pattern as the other's, they're still mostly following the ripper's signature, they must have adopted it as their own as well. The organs have been disturbed, just like the Ripper did. I wonder if he will contact the police." She mused, checking underneath the fingernails. "I have some DNA." I heard her say to one of the techs, who immediately came to take samples. She stood up, "The bodies are dumped with little care, and he definitely shows no remorse for these victims, he really thinks of them as scum. Like Sutcliffe." She added when her cell rang. "Yes Penelope" she answered, moving away from the body.
I moved to the other body, Amy's conclusions were solid, and fit this one as well. She really was gifted at this job. She saw the signature when no one else did. She made the connection from rapist to serial killer. She, like I did, knew the Ripper case inside and out. It was hard to imagine doing a case without her now. She was like the missing piece of the puzzle, fitting us all together to work at our best.
She came back over, "Garcia found a connection between all the victims, just like with the original Ripper, all the prostitutes were last seen drinking in a pub just across from the beginning of the Red Light District. It's called 'The Black Bell.' We should go check it out." She said to us all. I nodded and we followed her back to the SUV.
I climbed into the back behind her, smiling as she opened my book on the Ripper again and began to read it. I watched her read again, she was quick; in the half hour drive back to the PD she managed to finish the book. We walked inside and Amelia asked Hotch what their plan was.
"We'll go to the bar tonight, just before we go canvas the Red Light District. Until then we build on the profile." He said.
I sat next to Amelia, she handed me my book back. "It was good, you'll enjoy War and Peace, and I know you brought it with you." She said with a smile.
I reddened slightly, turning back to my geographical profile. "What are you working on?" I asked her.
"The position of the bodies and the autopsy reports, and how they relate to the UNSUBs mindset." She said, quickly switching hands to write; she was ambidextrous, impressive.
I nodded "I'm doing geographical, trying to narrow down the UNSUBs comfort zone."
"I'm terrible with maps. I get lost a lot." She said with a giggle, turning back to the pictures of bloody bodies.
"How do you not gag looking at those pictures?" I asked
She laughed. "Spence, I have a medical degree, specialising in Pathology. I've cut open a lot of dead people, in both good and bad conditions. My Medical degree was the last one I got before I came here." She said, tapping my foot with her own playfully.
"What made you choose the FBI?" I asked her, drawing a zone on the map.
She reddened slightly, "You did."
I was shocked "Me? Why me?"
She smiled, "I read about you online, your success at the academy and how you were being groomed especially for the BAU. That made me do some more research and it made me realise my desire to do what you do. I applied for the Academy the next day." She said simply, turning back to her work.
Before I could think properly about what she was saying, Hotch came through. "Guys, tell us what you've got, we're heading to the bar." He said
She stood and grabbed her coat and work, "Coming Spence?" she asked.
I nodded and grabbed my coat, following her out the door.
A/N: Wow! That's the longest chapter I've ever wrote! SO Amelia's trauma was finally mentioned, but no real details yet hahaha. So the connection between the pair is being established. More soon, Bye for now lovelies!
