United We Stand 2 And Then There Were Two

The continuing story of United We Stand. The story picks up where we left off. JJ is in the hospital. Shawna Flynn's team is disappearing and new bonds are formed at what cost? And the Unsub is quietly plotting.

I do not own the rights to criminal minds, or any part of CBS. This story is fictional and any resemblance to actual people living or dead is purely coincidence. This is part two of United We Stand, please read part one if you haven't already.

Chapter 3

Reid sat up in bed around three in the morning he felt like something was wrong but he couldn't put his finger on it. He looked at Julie, she had her back to him, curled up in a ball lying on her left side. He lay back down and pressed his body next to her. Her breathing pattern changed briefly before returning to a normal rhythm. He planted a kiss on the back of her head and tried unsuccessfully to fall to sleep. Something played at the corners of his mind and he searched for the answer. After ten minutes of trying he gave up and climbed out of bed, walking the steps to Julie's kitchen. He thought it would soon be their kitchen and he was having trouble feeling like this was his home. He felt very comfortable here and it didn't bother him staying over, in fact he spent more time here than at his place. So why did he not consider this home. Maybe that was what woke him. He dismissed that idea because he didn't care where they lived just as long as she was with him. He opened the refrigerator and got the milk, poured himself a glass and sat at her table. It was dark and the only light came from the moon as it reflected off the window. His eyes were adjusted to the dark and he could make out the furniture and the doorways but everything seemed to be cast in a grey black, void of color. The SUV was Black! Why not Gold all the other times they used gold? They wanted to fit in at the FBI building.

Spencer got up and turned on the kitchen light squinting until he was used to it. He opened a drawer and got a pen and a tablet.

He sat back down at the table, he heard the stairs creak and he looked in that direction. Julie had come down the stairs in a terrycloth bathrobe and was holding his. She smiled at Spencer when she seen he was sitting at the table void of clothing save for socks. When he saw her smiling at him holding his bathrobe he blushed. He hadn't thought of not being dressed when he turned on the light. His eyes went to the window and he was grateful she didn't have close neighbors. He stood and took the robe slipping it on, tying it at his waist.

"What are you working on?' She looked over his shoulder when he took his seat.

He answered her question with one of his own, "Why are you up?"

"You were not in bed and I got cold. The case is bothering you. I'll make coffee."

Spencer stood and wrapped his arms around her from behind. He held her and put his head on her shoulder. She turned her head and kissed his cheek.

"I'm sorry you were cold. I'll make it up to you."

She was starting to warm up again and she thought about making sure it would stay that way, before she acted on that idea she said, "What did you discover?"

Spencer kissed her neck and was thinking he could easily forget about working on the case and get lost in loving Julie, but he fought the urge and told her he was thinking about the SUV.

Spencer let go of her and she finished putting on the coffee. Their brains worked in the same manner and even though Julie was intelligent she had nowhere near the ability that Spencer possessed. They still had the same thought pattern on things and when something got into one of their brains it was like a worm infesting itself until there was a resolution. Spencer liked to bounce ideas off of Julie and she did the same with him. She poured coffee for both of them and sat in the chair next to him. She pulled her right leg up to her chest and rested her head on her knee.

"You're tired, Julie why don't we try to go back to bed?"

"If we did we wouldn't get any sleep. Besides you look just as beat. Let's do this." She took a sip of her coffee and he started to talk about what he had on his mind.

"A company vehicle?" She said, when he told her about the color of the SUV.

It was a question, but she didn't need an answer she knew it was what he was thinking.

"Yes, I think so. We need to have Garcia look at this."

Julie looked at the clock hung above the doorway to her kitchen it was 4am and she knew Garcia was not in her office, in fact if someone other than the housekeeping was in the BAU she would be amazed. Julie stood and took Reid's hand pulling him up from his chair. She walked to the stairs. He stopped at the bottom and she turned to look at him, puzzled that he didn't continue up the steps.

"Is everything alright?" She asked him after kissing his forehead. She stood two steps above him, and was slightly above eye level with Spencer. He put his arms around her waist. He cupped her bottom and pulled her to him, lifting her off the step, He kissed her and she clung to him. She loved when he pulled her to him like this, but he didn't seem completely there.

"Spencer put me down." He did and she stood on the step above him still pressed against him. She kept her hands around his neck and he held her around the waist, he crossed his arms at the wrists, behind her back. "There's something else going on. What's bothering you?"

He put his forehead against hers and whispered, "I don't know, I feel something is not right."

"Come on Spencer let's go back to bed and see if we can get some sleep. I think I've been wearing you out."

"Julie I will never be too tired for you. But I agree we should sleep."

He looked at her IV bag. It dripped slowly and he made sure she had enough fluid in there to last. It was half empty and he was satisfied with that.

"Agent Jareau it is time to die."

He said it softly to her and she didn't respond she was too far under. He gave her the injection five minutes ago and he knew she could be asleep for a half hour maybe forty five minutes before she would start to wake up. He had to work fast. He brought the linen cart to her room and pushed it inside. Replacing the lines in the room was routine and he was glad that this job was only his. The dirty linen cart was five feet long by three feet and two and a half feet deep. She was lying in the bottom of it, drugged with the same drug he used on JJ. She looked a lot like JJ and he had cut her hair shorter to be the same length as hers. If she opened her eyes he was in trouble instead of blue eyes, hers were brown.

He lifted her from the plastic cart and set her on the chair in the room, she pitched forward and he pushed her back pulling her legs out a little so she slumped into the chair. When he was sure she was not going to fall out of the chair he went for JJ. He unhooked her IV and draped the bag over his arm he lifted her up and put her in the cart. He didn't like the idea of having to put her in there and then put dirty linens on top of his prize. He told her he was sorry and it would be only for a short time. He removed her bedding and put it in the cart covering JJ. He quickly made the bed and put the girl in it. He put an IV in her arm and started the flow into her vein. He tucked her arms under the blanket and he put up the bed rail. He dug in his pocket and pulled out a syringe. He took the cap off and squeezed it into the tubing.

"It is time to die Agent Jareau."

He watched as she took her last breath and he checked for a pulse. He waited another five minutes until he pushed the cart out of the room.