So, the third chap is up. I know I said Ill try to post it more often but it just seems like the whole world is against me when I try doing something and apparently it is not meant for writing to be easy. It always is 'wchich' instead of 'which' -_-
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"You didn't have to add the last part. I didn't considered him as my boyfriend even once." Morgan added, the defeat visibly clouding his judgement. Only when the words left his mouth he understood what he had done but it was already too late. Everyone shifted in their seats, looking with a pure horror as Spencer stood up and walked towards the bathroom, trying to keep still. Once the door closed and Spencer disappeared behind them, JJ, Emily and Garcia stood up pretty much at the same time. They came close to Derek and slapped him, each one of them once.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Emily started.
"Derek, I thought I knew you, but that was worse than—than—than anything I have ever seen! Oh my God, one slap on the face is just not—not enough!" Garcia said, trying to hold her tears back.
"I can't find the words to tell you how stupid you've been acting since this morning. Come on Morgan, what the hell is wrong with you…" JJ sighed, looking at him as if she didn't recognize the man in front of her. Simon looked at his wife, she nodded and came closer to the person who had just been slapped three times in a row. That was some kind of personal record.
"Would you mind me showing you something?" she asked softly. Without even waiting for his answer, she touched his head.
The world twirled and I found myself lying on the grass.
'What am I doing here?' I asked the girl with bright red hair.
'I'm going to show you something. Something you have just ruined. Someone you have just lost. These are things he did for you.' she said calmly. Then, the world twirled again and lots of memories started to flow back to my head. Spencer smiling at me. Spencer hugging me when I really needed him. Spencer kissing me every time I felt down. Spencer always being there for me, ready to do anything for me if needed. I felt tears screaming to let them fall from my eyes, but I didn't.
'Now, I'm going to show you what you've done to him.' she added. And then I saw it. I saw Spencer lying on the floor, curled up and crying. It was our first fight, I had hit him and closed the bedroom in front of him. He had to sleep in the hall. I saw him struggling after Hankel's case. I saw him looking down at me flirting with a random girl. I saw him down after a bad case and me doing nothing to help him. I saw how many times he needed me and, what's worse, I saw how many times I wasn't there for him. That was when I let the tears fall.
'He still loved you. He still stayed by your side. He still was willing to give you his everything if that meant you would be better. How many times did you hit him? How many times you pretended not to see his pain? How many times did he sacrifice himself for your sake? And now, you said the scariest thing he could've ever heard. That you don't love him. Satisfying? Is losing a battle with CIA agent so bad you had to get off on the only one you meant something to?' she asked and then everything went back to normal.
"I will go talk to him." Morgan decided as soon as the vision had ended.
"No, you will certainly not." Hotch stated, angry. "You will remain where you are and think about your behavior. Until then, I don't want to hear a word from you, I don't want to see a move in his direction from you. It's the second time you hurt him today. I have no idea what's wrong with you, but you should fix it now." he was so pissed off on Morgan it was behind his own understanding. How could he do something so cruel to their little genius boy and his boyfriend? The one who always only considered Morgan's good, not even once considering his?
"Could you please see what he is thinking now?" Rossi spoke suddenly, looking straight at Scarlet.
"Why?" she asked, disoriented.
"He had some problems with… something you probably shouldn't know about. I'd like to make sure he won't do anything stupid." he answered. Suddenly, a wave of recognition hovered the whole team.
"Well. I can try, but you have to understand it may hurt him. Every single person has something called shields in their minds. They protect them from telepaths and empaths. His are extremely strong, I don't know if I will be able to go through them." she warned them and sat down.
'Spencer?' she asked softly.
'What do you want Scarlet?'
'Your team wants to know if you're okay?'
'Tell them I'm fine. They wouldn't do anything anyway.'
'Are you fine?'
'I will be.'
'Honey, they said you'd try something…'
'And why would they care? I won't take drugs, I won't try to kill myself so I'm fine. Even if I tried they have no right to be worried about me now. I recovered from everything completely on my own, because their jobs were more important than helping me. That's rather rich, don't you think?'
'You've changed…'
'Of course I have. I had to and I was made to. I'm sorry, but people always change. Once for 7 years. We haven't seen each other for 10 years, 1 month, 14 days and 4 hours.'
'I know it's hard for you to copy with it all at once, but you have us and your team…'
'Thanks, I'll let you know when I need it. Now, would you please tell them to fuck off?'
She opened her eyes shocked. Everyone looked at her concerned.
"He said fine. He said I should tell you to 'fuck off' so I guess he's not all that great. He also told me you never did anything to help him with his struggles so 'why do you care now?' May I ask why haven't you?" she asked calmly but Simon could hear she's angry at every single person from Spencer's team.
"It's a long story." JJ cut off.
"Yeah? I suppose you always use that excuse not to do anything for anyone except yourselves?" she became rather aggressive at that point which set her two comrades in alert.
"Scarlet." Kingston warned her.
"I'm sorry." she said and leaned back into her armchair.
"Don't worry about it. We're landing in about 5 minutes." Hotch stopped the conversation from going into a dangerous spot.
When they landed, everyone went outside, Spencer remaining at the end. His team was trying to talk to him but he would just smile and tell them his mantra I'm okay. It was a relief for them all when they got into CIA headquarters and had to become professionals again.
"I'd like to invite you to our room, it was firstly called room 6, now it's a bit different, which you will see in a moment." Kingston smiled in their direction and made a sign to follow him what they obviously did.
"Here you've got a board you may like to use and here we've got everything we have on this guy." he introduced.
"So does anyone have any ideas on how we catch that guy?" asked Emily. When everyone shook their heads, the quiet voice spoke up.
"I might have but I don't know if that would be possible…" it was JJ.
"What do you mean?" Kingston asked her.
"Well, you do know the guy he's after. Why don't you ask him for help? I mean, he definitely would like to be sure that he's safe and the only way to provide it is to put Setton in his cage again." she suggested. Kingston shot Spencer a brief look and looked back at JJ almost immediately.
"I don't think it will be that easy." when he saw that the BAU team didn't understand what he was saying, he added "He is good at hiding. Setton won't find him unless he lets him. And once the sick psycho finds him, no matter how many people will be protecting him, there is no way Setton won't get what he wants. I believe it is better for him to stay out of this case." he summed up.
"But people might die! Doesn't the guy have any emotions? He'll just let them all die because he's scared of the doc?" Morgan asked, pretty angry by now. Hotch shot him a glare and turned back to Kingston.
"Please, try to convince him somehow. We might need his help. Actually, I'm pretty sure we will." he asked. The room fell quiet for a moment.
"I'll call him…" Kingston answered slowly.
"Excuse me, where can I make some coffee?" Spencer asked, looking at Kingston.
"I'll show you, come with me." he said and they both walked out of the room.
"Look, Spencer, I'll understand it if you don't want to help us with that one. But maybe you should pull your shields down just a little? It will help him find you and we'll catch him before he manages to do anything bad to you again." Kingston tried to convince Spencer.
"I don't want to see him ever again, John…" he whispered, pouring himself a cup of coffee.
"Then help us catch him." Kingston insisted.
"John…"
"Spencer." he cut him off. "You know you can't escape him. You've been able to avoid him for twelve years but you can't go on like that forever. He will eventually find you and then there will be nothing we will be able to do to help you. You will be on your own with the only man you fear." he stated and started heading to the room when Spencer panicked voice stopped him.
"That's it!" he almost shouted. "Who said he'd ever lost me?" the short, rhetorical question sent the shivers down Kingston's spine.
"What do you mean?" he asked, just to be sure.
"Maybe he had never lost me in the first place. Look, he escaped and we didn't get any information from him. If he didn't know where to look for me, he would've done something to get to me, kidnap one of you, one of my team members, hurt someone he knows I value. But he didn't and that means he doesn't need to. Which might mean he knows where I am and enjoys watching me, my reactions, my character, my everything." he rumbled, his breath getting faster and faster.
"Spencer…" Kingston tried to calm him down. "You're safe, kid. Spencer, look at me!" he yelled when the boy lost his balance and fell to the ground, clearly having a panic attack. "Hey, hey, hey, breathe, Spencer, breathe!" he was trying to remain calm but it was really hard with his friend almost chocking.
"What's going on here?" Hotch asked as the rest of the two teams run out of the meeting room.
"He's having a panic attack." Kingston stated between his attempts to calm the boy down.
"Why?" Morgan demanded.
"Does that matter? We have to calm him down before he faints!" Simon shouted as he came closer to the boy.
"Hey, Pretty Boy, look at me." he started slowly. When the boy didn't listen, he tried again. "Spencer, look at me!" he demanded. Again, nothing but the hitched breathing.
"He got something." Scarlet spoke up. "He knows something about Setton." she added which caused Spencer's breathe to worsen.
"Not now, hon!" Simon protested. "Spencer, hey, Spencer…" he tried again, then he felt strong arms pulling the panicked boy out of his arms.
"Agent Morgan, I don't think it's a good idea." Kingston protested and then noticed how Spencer was about to faint.
"Why not?" he insisted.
"Because of the things you've done to him so far?" Simon yelled. And then all the lights in the entire building went down with a loud crack and Spencer fell unconscious.
"Fuck…" Kingston murmured and then turned to the people looking at him with terror in their eyes. "The lights turning off must have scared him so much that he fainted. I'll take him to my office, I've got the couch there. I'd like no one to interrupt us. Thank you." he stated and picked the thin boy up. "Geez, how much does he weigh? I can barely feel him in my arms…" he said to himself and took Spencer to his cabinet. As soon as he closed the door, he put the helmet on his head. Whenever Spencer was unconscious he would always mess with humans heads. John's office was made with a special material in order to keep Spencer powers in check so whenever he would lose control over it, he would come to Kingston's office and wait until the control was regained.
"Sleep well, kiddo." Kingston murmured softly and put the blanket on the young genius' frame.
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