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The witness was of Hispanic descent and had an air of extreme arrogance. From what Hotch could tell, the man sitting in the interrogation table had been partying the night before. His eyes were slightly red, he smelt like booze and you could tell by the way he was slightly slumped and he was squinting his eyes, he had a hangover.
"What's your name?" Hotch asked brusquely.
"Name's Aaron Garcia." He replied offhandedly.
"What do you know about Spencer Reid?" Hotch got straight down to business. In the room behind the one way mirror Morgan was still fuming and Rossi was watching the interrogation intently.
"Dr. Kid? Ha, he was one hell of a genius. He worked for Gray and Charleston." He told Hotch.
"What did he do for Gray and Charleston?"
"Well, originally he was buying drugs off me and people like me, as in drug runners. Charleston and Gray are the main suppliers and dealers, whom we work under. Spencer was a huge junkie, like so bad that he couldn't get his fix off his precious Dilaudid and started to do heroin instead." Hotch blanched at this information. He had not realized how much worse Reid had gotten; he had always assumed that Reid would have gotten better.
"So after a while skinny little Spencer had no money left, that was around the time that I had found out he was a genius. He was going through some heavy withdrawals and needed the drug and I kind of felt bad for the mess that he was and offered him a job. I cleared it with my bosses afterward; they seemed to like the idea of having a genius work for them." Aaron told Hotch as easily as breathing. In the next room Morgan felt like he was on the verge of a panic attack, Rossi was looking slightly pale, JJ had started crying again and Emily had joined her.
"What did he do for you?" Hotch asked in a slightly shaky voice. Only a slight shake, not very noticeable to the normal human populous, but seeing as he was talking to Aaron...
"Oh yeah, I forgot, this is personal for you feds cause he used to be one of you. Oh shit, you're his ex boss! Dude, he told me about you, man he hated how you lied to him like that, you and that blonde chick... What was your guys' names... UUUMMM, Aaron, ha like me, and Jennifer wasn't it?" Suddenly Hotch's entire chair slammed back onto the floor and he reached across the table and grabbed Aaron by the collar of his shirt.
"Shut the hell up you piece of trash." Hotch muttered in a voice that was so angry it could be considered yelling if it weren't for the fact he was talking in a quiet menacing tone.
"What's wrong? Don't like the fact that your boy is dead? Or that one of you killed him? Or that he worked as a chemist for us dealers?"Aaron questioned, showing no fear to the looming and fuming Agent Hotchner who was starting to cut off Aaron's airflow from his tight grip on his shirt collar.
"Hotch let go." Morgan told him, appearing beside him suddenly. Hotch had not even noticed that the interrogation room door had been open, or that Morgan and Rossi had even entered.
"Aaron, he isn't worth it." Rossi said from beside him. Hotch finally relented and let go of the 'witness's' collar. Both Morgan and Rossi then escorted him from the room and failed to notice the grimace of guilt flash across Aaron's face.
Out of the interrogation room, Hotch was having a hard time calming down. JJ had been trying to console him but she wasn't doing a very good job because she was still crying.
"What the hell happened in there man?" Morgan asked.
"He, he just struck a nerve." Hotch responded, still trying to calm his red clouded mind. The truth was that he felt extremely guilty about shooting Spencer, not only that but he was so sad and he was grieving like the rest of the team. He had decided not to show it, due to the fact that the team needed a strong leader but when the runner as he called himself said that Reid was so addicted he had to switch to heroin, something broke inside of him. All Hotch wanted to do at that moment was curl up beside his deceased wife and have her hold him. The mere thought of losing another family member hurt more than could be construed. Even if Spencer had left the family, his mark would always be there.
"Um, agents?" A timid voice said from outside of their tight circle.
"Yes?" Rossi asked the young beat cop as he looked at his feet nervously.
"The chief asked if you need the guy in there anymore." He said gesturing to the interrogation room.
"No, we're fine, tell him we might contact him though." Hotch told him, starting to sound slightly more like himself. The young cop nodded and set about letting the 'witness' free.
Well that was emotional Aaron thought as he left the police station. He had hated to cause such a rise in the agent but that was what Charlie said his job was. Speaking of Charlie, Aaron whipped out his cell and proceeded to call her and tell her the good news, Spencer Reid was officially dead.
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"Mom, if anyone tells you that I've died, do not believe a word that they say." Spencer told his mother as they sat together at her favorite window seat.
"Spencer, why would you be dead?" She asked incredulously. Charlie was standing near the two, watching the exchange, Diana didn't trust her very much because she thought that Charlie was government.
"Because they have had some misleading information, but in my new line of work, it is very dangerous for anyone to know I'm alive."
"Wait, you're confusing me now." Diana told him, exasperation coloring her tone. Charlie quickly and smoothly stooped down and whispered to Reid.
"I'm going to talk to the doctor to make sure that whenever your fed friends try to talk to your mom, they don't get in here." Charlie said and made a swift exit. Although just as she was about to reach Diana's doctor's office, her cell phone vibrated in her pocket.
"Yeah?" She answered.
"It's me, and the jobs done, they believe that Spencer was working for you. I also think that it's starting to sink in that he's dead." Aaron said. Charlie smiled sadly and wished that it didn't have to be that way.
"Thanks Aaron, you now owe me nothing." She laughed then hung up. She quickly went over her plan with the doctor and he agreed and said he'd do everything he could to not let anyone but Charlie or Spencer near Diana. By the time she was finished, so was Spencer and they headed out of Bennington.
"How are you feeling?" Charlie asked as they got into the nova. Spencer was wearing a sling for his right shoulder, and he needed his bandage changed.
"I feel like I fell off a motor cycle after being shot." He answered her sarcastically. His head was killing him and all he really wanted to do was go to sleep.
"Well, we have to go give our runners some drugs, they're out." She muttered. He rolled his eyes. He hated participating in illegal events, yet he still had to for the sake of his cover, not to mention his life. If anyone in Ralf's mob or gang or whatever, found out he was a fed and she was a marine, they'd be killed on site. Every now and then Spencer yearned for his nice safe desk back at the BAU, sure the team had lied to him, but he'd had that job since he was 22. He had actually forgiven Hotch and JJ and Emily, but he couldn't leave, not after everything he had been through to get to the position he was in. All his training and strength would go to waste if he went back. They'd all be treating him like some kid. Hell he was 30 years old, he'd been in the BAU for eight years and learned to fight like a marine (sort of, he still gets his ass whooped by Charlie, but he lasts far longer and can occasionally win) and he had a new team. Also he had a new friend, Charlie was amazing. She would go to hell and back for him and they'd known each other for little over half of a year. Sure at first when he became a guard for Ralf he missed Morgan and the team, but he had Charlie. They had nothing sexual going on and that was okay with Reid, unless you count the one night where it got a little out of control, when they both got a little drunk and stuff happened, but it was only once and it never happened again. If anything it solidified their friendship.
"Yo, smart kid, where the hell is your head? Were here." Charlie exclaimed while poking him in the leg, the one part of his body that didn't have a mass amount of pain welled up inside.
"Who are we meeting?"
"Uh, Josh? I can't remember his name, all I know was that he was a shifty dude." She muttered and got out of the car and stalked off into the alley beside them. Reid really hated this part, he hated the selling of illegal substances and he hated the stupid runners. They always mocked him about his addict past, or how he was Charlie's bitch. On more than one occasion he had to shove some punk kid against a wall or the ground to get his point across that he was nobody's bitch. Reid quickly gathered his courage and threw on his mask of Reid Gray, then he lazily stepped out of the car and went to lounge on the wall beside Lily Charleston.
"Did he give a time when he was comin'?" Gray questioned as Lily shrugged her shoulders.
"I hope soon, I wanna go and talk to Ralf, I got some important shit he needs to know." Charleston commented offhand. It was then that they noticed a blonde man, with a slight build walking toward them.
"You Josh?" Gray asked upon his arrival. The man nodded and took out a wad of cash.
"Here is everything I made the past two months, I get ten percent right?" He quizzed as his eyes looked left and right for signs of danger.
"Yeah, jeez dude relax, you look like you're waiting for something to jump out and rape you. Seriously, hold on, it will only take a second to restock you, Gray take the money and extract his cut would you?" Charleston grinned as Gray took the money and she looked through her shoulder bag for the drugs.
"Here." Gray announced as he gave the runner his cut.
"And here also." Charleston added as she gave the man a paper bag filled with that months drugs.
"Thanks." He quickly muttered looking through the bag. Then he carefully wrapped it up and itched his ear. The movement easily caught Reid's and Lily's attention. Their eyes widened and they made a move for their car.
"FREEZE! POLICE!" Voices yelled out from around them. They were surrounded by about twelve police officers, all of them had their guns trained on the two undercover operatives. Charlie sighed and lifted her hand above her head, Reid did the same but had to leave his right down.
Reid groaned as the officer slammed him against the hood of a squad car.
"Hey ass hole, I have broken ribs here." He complained. The cop on laughed.
"You have the right to remain silent, anything you say or do will and can be used against you, you have the right to an attorney..." And the cop babbled on as he led Reid and Charlie into two different cars, both hand cuffed and pissed off beyond belief at the stupidity of cops. Then a thought struck Reid, his team was at the police station.
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