Chapter 8: Meeting Juliet
In your life, you meet people. Some, you never think about again. Some, you wonder what happened to them. There are some you wonder if they ever think about you. And then there are some you wish you never had to think about again. But you do.- Author Unknown
She calls him Romeo... This thought kept bugging Spencer as he drove. That means the Juliet text wasfrom her... Spencer shuddered. He sped up a little, needing to get to his mother. Actually, the events of that day reminded him of the play.
Eddie was Kelsey's cousin. If Kelsey was Juliet, that made her cousin Tybolt. If Spencer was Romeo, that meant Hotch and Morgan were Benvolio and Mercutio. Hotch would be Benvolio, given his more serious nature, and Moran would be Mercutio since he always joked around. And in the play, Tybolt is fighting with Romeo and Mercutio, and Romeo tries to get Tybolt to stop. But Tybolt ends up killing Mercutio (though Morgan's injury was in no way life threatening). Romeo retaliates agains Tybolt for killing his friend by killing him. Weird how that played out, huh? (A/N: Had to include that! XD)
Spencer pulled up at Bennington for the second time that day. He was still in his vest, but he didn't care. He ran in. The lady at the front desk was suprised.
"Weren't you already here?" she asked.
"Yes, but this is an emergancy. Is Diana Reid still in her room?" The woman nodded, confused. After a quick thanks, he ran toward her room again. He knocked as calmly as he could.
"Come in," his mother said. He ran in. "Spencer?" She was confused.
"This is your son?" a sweet and entirely too familiar voice asked. Kelsey was there. She was sitting on the couch next to his mother.
"Kelsey," he spat, venom in his tone. She smiled sweetly at him.
"No, Spencer," his mom said. "Her name is Chelsea."
"No, Mrs. Reid," Kelsey said. "I'm afraid Spencer is right." Before he realized what was going on, she pulled out a gun from her purse and pointed it at him. He responded by pointing his own at her. His mom looked scared and confused.
"Go on," he said. "You want me dead, kill me."
"Spencer!" Diana squeaked. "What's going on?"
"Mom, this girl has killed a lot of people. More than I care to count." He turned back to Kelsey. "Now's your chance," he taunted. She just smiled and aimed her gun at his mom. He hadn't seen that coming.
"Spencer!" his mom squeaked again.
"Now, Spencer," Kelsey said, still smiling, "we're playing this game my way, not yours. Do what I say, or she'll be dead before you can pull the trigger." He sighed in defeat.
"Fine."
"Great! Now, put the gun down on the table. Along with your cell phone." Slowly, he walked to the table and placed his gun on the edge, soon followed by his phone. "Now, Diana, stand up." Slowly, Mrs. Reid stood. "Now, go give your son a hug." Confused, she did what she was told. Spencer took this oppertunity. As soon as he embarced his mother, he began to whisper in her ear.
"Call Agent Hotchner. It's speed dial one on my phone. Tell him that Kelsey was here. He'll understand. Can you do that?"
"Yes," she whispered back.
"I love you mom." This was loud enough for Kelsey to hear. A tear fell onto his cheek. He could tell his mother was crying too.
"I love you too, Spencer. More than anything."
"Alright," Kelsey said. "That's enough." Slowly, they broke apart. His mother's face was streaked with tears. "Now, Spencer, take off the vest." He glared at Kelsey, but took the vest off and threw it on the floor. Kelsey smiled.
"Now, when we walk out, you will pretend to be driving me home if anyone asks. He didn't move a muscle. Still, she took it as a yes. "Walk." He looked at his mother, giving her a silent good bye, and left. Kelsey had her gun pointed at him from inside her jacket. No one asked. When they were in the SUV, she openly pointed the gun at him and told him to drive, telling him which ways to go. It was a bad situation, yes, but he knew something she didn't. All the SUV's had tracking devices in the GPS, in case one got stolen. He just hoped that they thought to utilize that function to find him...