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Open Season
Garcia called me this afternoon. She and Emily were going to the local sports bar we like and she wanted me to go with them for a girl's night out. We went to a bar and had a couple of beers. There was a man named Brad at the bar that was really into Emily. He told us all about how he was a real FBI agent. Of course we knew the guy was lying to us, but we pretended to believe him till we couldn't stand the charade anymore. Then we showed him our badges. You should have seen the look on his face. I was just beginning to enjoy myself when we got the call to go into the office.
We went to Idaho where people were being found dead in the middle of the Boise National Forrest. Emily told us about her grandfather that lived in the French Alps for the last ten years of his life. For a couple of minutes, it sounded so great to be in place where you were totally away from civilization.
We split up on the plane. Morgan told Reid he'd go to Idaho with Gideon and Emily. Hotch, Reid and I went to Spokane. We talked to Sheriff Raymond Shaffer. He was pretty young and cute, and he'd just got promoted. It was his first death notification. I had to coach him through it. It was hell, just like notifications always are for police and the FBI. Mr. Harrison was so broken up that despite the Sheriff saying no tears - I saw the tears in his eyes. He sort of reminded me of Spence and how he always has so much empathy for the victims of the crimes we have to face.
It was Gideon, with Reid's help that determined that the people were being hunted with a bow and arrow like wild animals. Another woman went missing, her name is Bobbi Baird and she was supposed to meet a friend in Washington. Her friend came in and told us she'd missed her appointment. The problem was finding her in three million acres of wilderness.
As usual, Garcia found us a list of sporting good and hunting supply shops. Hotch and Reid got the name of two brothers that were good suspects, Johnny and Peter. Their uncle raised them when their parents died. They owned a service station on Highway 2. We went there and found Bobbi Baird's car along with many more in the back. We also found drivers licenses in the home that showed the killing started with their uncle.
Gideon, Emily, and Morgan found two missing hikers that had been killed. They were in the wrong place at the wrong time. The guys figured that Bobbi went to them for help. There were two other hikers that ran with her and were killed. We almost didn't need to save Bobbi. She's a tough woman that Emily said she wouldn't want to cross. She took out the younger brother by stabbing him with a hunting knife. Then she lured the older one away and stabbed him too. Morgan and Emily had to shoot him because he tried to kill Bobbi anyway.
At least it's over now… I sat next to Spence on the plane for the first time in a long time. He was pretending to read a magazine and I was watching him. I did talk to Hotch. He thinks Spencer is abusing Dilaudid. I spent the whole flight trying to see the signs, but I couldn't see it on the outside. I wanted to think that Hotch was wrong, or overreacting, but I couldn't make it seem right in my head, because something is wrong.
The doctors in Georgia told us Reid had been drugged, but we had no idea that he might have become addicted to the Dilaudid. I told Hotch I was going to talk to him about it. Hotch told me that Spence might not admit that anything was wrong even though he thought that Spence had been asking for help during our case in Houston.
When the plane landed I asked him to meet me at my place. He agreed and suddenly I was really nervous. I felt like I was about to do an intervention, alone. We got there and as soon as we walked in the door, my personal cell phone rang. I didn't think anything of taking it in front of Spencer till I realized it was Det. La Montaigne.
I left the room to take it in the kitchen. I just wanted to get him off the phone. I told him that giving him my number was a mistake and that I'd appreciated if he didn't contact me again. Spencer was gone when I got back to the living room. He didn't even let me explain what happened. I tried to call him, but he didn't answer. I went to his apartment but he wasn't there. I didn't know where to find him. I sit here and I write this and I don't know where to find him. It's my fault! I shouldn't have let that detective charm me. What was I thinking? Yeah, it was easier to think of someone without some much baggage, but doesn't that make me a fair weather friend if I walk away?