EMBREONNA'S POV

I stood, in an FBI bullet proof vest, with my back against the outer wall of a warehouse on the outskirts of town, Spencer to one side of me and Rossi to the other, leading us down the wall and to the back of the warehouse. The sun was beating down on us, making me breathe a little harder as we turned a corner and waited by the back doorway. There was an odor that was creeping through the cracks of the door that made my face twist in disgust, "Good Lord, what is that?" I asked.

"Most of the bodies that turned up were missing vital organs. I assumed he was consuming them," Spencer said referring to a conversation the team held earlier, "but…it is possible…he was just…keeping them."

"To let them rot?" I asked confused.

"We're about to find out." Rossi stated as he slid open the door.

The smell had rushed out the door in waves, each one worse than the last. With our guns at the ready, we slipped through the door keeping to the wall as backup was on our tail; a few keeping to the wall and going the other way. I tried my best to breathe through my mouth, but the taste of the air was just as bad. We were able to walk the main floor of the warehouse without a problem and worked our way back to the office area. The closer we got to the back, the louder the shouts of struggle got. They were loud and clear as we stood before another door frame, meeting up with Hotch and Morgan on the other side, back up also on their tail.

Hotch was the first to enter to the screams, "Marcus Wallace, FBI." He warned as we followed him in, guns up.

Marcus didn't look up to any of us, keeping his gaze on the struggling body on the table. Spencer was right about the organs, all around the floor there were little piles of organs. A pile for each different type of organ, the smell alone was making me want to puke let alone the sight. I kept my focus on Marcus, to try to block out the scene around me. Before we came in I was instructed by Hotch to not say anything this time, I had agreed with a light smile on my face, but it was nice to know my team is looking out for me. So I stayed silent as the rest of my team tried to get him to put down his knife and surrender.

Marcus closed his eyes tightly and slowly shook his head back and forth, like he was trying to get a thought erased from his mind. He backed up a few steps before looking up to meet our eyes, "Это не так, как должно было быть..." He said as tears rolled down his face and the knife dropped from his hand. It clanged on the floor as he was handcuffed and walked out of the building. We quickly lowered and raced to help the man on the table, who started crying and asking about his family. He was relieved to find out they were okay and waiting at the police station.

I sighed as I walked out of the warehouse and over to our car. I leaned back against it and rubbed my hands up my face and over my hair to the back of my neck. I locked my fingers behind my neck and closed my eyes. The scene that had been laid out before us was a truly disgusting sight; it had only made me wonder what had finally pushed him to do these things. We never did find his stressor.

I felt someone take the place next to me, I opened my eyes and glanced over to find Spencer standing next to me, his hands in his pockets looking at me, "Are you okay?" He asked.

"Yeah," I sighed out, "That was…just…it'll stay with me for a while." I replied.

"I know what you mean. Once we had an unsub who had kidnapped a girl and force fed her eleven fingers, it wasn't until later we found out that the fingers were all from different women…"

"Spencer," I laughed, "that's not helping."

He smiled out of realization, "Right, sorry." He lightly laughed.

"So, what did he say?" I asked crossing my arms over my chest.

"Who?" Spencer asked furrowing his brow.

"Marcus, he said something before dropping the knife…" I reminded him.

"It is not, as it should be…" In other words Marcus knew he wasn't supposed to end up like this; that he was meant for something else, but he had been hurting for too long for his soul to heal on its own, pushing him towards his break of sanity. And that, ladies and gentlemen, was his stressor; simply knowing everything.

"I can't wait to get home…" Emily groaned as she walked up to us.

"Me either." I agreed.

"Anyone have any plans for when we get home?" Spencer asked as Morgan joined us.

"I know I'm going to spend whatever time we have off relaxing." Emily replied.

"I'm going to hit the town, mingle a little bit." Morgan said as a smirk grew across his face and a shimmy found its way to his body. His smirk melted into a genuine smile when he saw I was trying not to laugh at his little dance he had done. "How about you, Miss. Thang. Got any plans?" He asked as he shimmied in my direction.

I laughed, "Not hitting the streets that's for sure. I don't think much past a case to be honest." I admitted. I've never been able to plan ahead for anything with much success. In fact, I'm sure my only success of planning would be to join the FBI.

"Well, i-if you…don't have anything planned," Spencer started breaking from my thoughts as I looked to him, "There's a classic sci fi movie marathon tonight and tomorrow night. It's actually a drive in…would you like to go with me?" His gaze caught mine and it was like I forgot how to breathe. My stomach tied itself into knots.

"A night with Dr. Reid…" I tried to be as nonchalant as I possibly could as I pretended to think about it, trying to act like my lungs were working, "I would love too, Spencer." I smiled.

"But…" He said his eyes falling to the ground.

I shifted my eyes to look to Morgan and Emily with question, they only shrugged their shoulders, "But?" I repeated back to Spencer.

"Usually, when I invite the others to do something, there is a 'but' and an excuse not to go, better things to do I guess." He looked back to me and I shot a quick glare to Morgan and Emily who were looking anywhere but to me and Spencer as they slowly made their way over to Hotch and Rossi.

How could they make him feel that way? I looked back to Spencer and smiled, "Spencer, you are my better thing. You will always be the better thing."


I'm sorry this took so long to get out, but ideas have been coming to me lately. :) So there's a plus. This is only chapter 17, it feels like so much longer to me. Lol. Review please! Tell me what you think, what you like, what you don't like, what you think I may be getting wrong, anything! It's always welcomed! XOXO