We had our assignments before we stepped off of the jet; I was to go with Rossi to the crime scene. I relaxed a little when Hotch had instructed I go with Rossi; I wasn't ready to talk or have awkward silences with Spencer; or anyone else really, about it. My brain felt like it was fuzzy about the whole situation.
It would have been easier if Spencer and I were normal people. We would be able to be up front with each other instead of this cat and mouse game that kept us away from one another. Though if that were the case we probably would have never met; let alone be playing this game in the first place.
I climbed into the passenger seat of the SUV and pulled the door shut. I pulled my seat belt over my shoulder and fashioned myself in. There was little day light left in the area and, understandably, Hotch wanted us to get as much as we could done today. Rossi put our bags in the back and closed the trunk before joining me up front. I waited for Rossi to start the car, but instead watched as he turned to face me, putting one hand on the wheel.
I had a feeling I would regret it when I asked, "Yes?"
The light in his eye had told me I was right as he arched a brow, "You won't want to talk about it."
I laughed through a groan, "Oh, come on! Not you, Rossi!" I exclaimed letting my head fall back to the head rest.
Out of everyone on the team, I would have thought that Rossi, aside from Hotch, would have been able to resist the urge to talk about it. I didn't consider him a chatty Kathy, but I guess since this involved Spencer, everyone wanted to know what was happening, including me.
"What can I say, I'm a hopeless romantic. Now, let's talk about you and Reid." He settled in his seat.
"Don't we have a crime scene to get to?" I tried to get out of this conversation.
"So…" He let his sentence trail off as he faced forward stabbing the key into the ignition and gave it a twist, "tell me on the way." He said over the roar of the engine as he buckled himself in.
I let out another groan, "Seriously, there's nothing to tell," I said burying my eyes in the palm of my hands, "it just happened an hour ago."
We pulled out of the car lot and were on our way to the first scene, "Fine, fine; I'll hear it from a little birdy." He laughed as we continued down the road.
"I'm sure you will." I laughed lightly.
The rest of the car ride was filled with discussing the case. It was child abduction, all of our focus needed to be on the case instead of on me and Spencer. We only had nineteen hours left for a chance to find Tommy alive and to find who ever had taken him. Sometimes these cases were the hardest.
We pulled up to the curb of the home where Tommy was taken from. Rossi turned off the engine and we both unbuckled, getting out of the car. I closed the door behind me looking up to the house, "Already something looks wrong." I stated.
"I'm going to assume you mean besides the yellow tape." He retorted.
I laughed, "That would be the first red flag, but take the tape away and what do you see?" I asked.
He looked at the two story house; it had blue siding and white window shutters, green grass, a sidewalk the led up to the front porch, a tree in the front yard that had a tire hanging from one of the branches. It would be very easy to picture the 'All American Family' living in this home.
"All that's missing is the white fence." He stated.
"Exactly," I agreed. "What do you think they're hiding?" I asked as we stepped up to the side walk and walked the path to the front porch.
"I'd say a toss-up between affair and drugs." We laughed, it was a terrible thing to laugh about, but we had to be able to joke in some way with what we do for a living.
SPENCER'S POV
I had just finished putting up the maps of the town and began pin pointing the area of abduction and the child's house. The points weren't that far away from each other, so this unsub took a risk in this abduction. I pulled the lid off of a marker when I heard someone clear their throat from the door way.
I glanced over and saw Emily standing there with an amused look on her face, "Uhm, yeah?" I asked.
She tilted her head up slightly as a smile grew across her face, "So, you and Embreonna then?"
I could feel my eyes go wide. I did my best to try to avoid this conversation. I know I can talk to Emily about anything, we've been that way for a while, but I didn't know anything about the situation, less than that even. I coughed and looked away from her, "Do we have the security videos from the school yet?" I asked trying to keep the tone to my voice calm.
"Not yet, they're on the way." She replied as she took a step towards me, holding her hands in front of her. The palm of her right hand cradling her left fist, an unnerving smirk playing at her lips, "Well?" She asked drawing the word out.
"I'd really rather not talk about it." I replied grabbing a marker from the table and turning back to the maps.
"Reid," She let her hands fall to her sides.
"Emily," I stopped her, "please." It was little good trying to talk to me about it anyway. Morgan had tried that as soon as I walked out of the round table room with little results, "Can we just focus on the case?"
She nodded slowly, "You're right, of course. Sorry." She smiled weakly.
I returned the smile and uncapped the marker; all of this was going to drive me to the brink of madness until everything was settled.
When love is not madness, it is not love.
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