Even though I was scared and worried I was still excited to see her. That didn't stop me from hesitating before I opened the door to the questioning room tough. I took a huge breath before I opened it and entered.

I saw her for the first time in five years. She had changed so much, her once Hazel brown hair was now dyed a deep red. Her bright blue eyes where now dull. Her entire character seemed so depressed. The happy energetic Emma Reid that I once knew was now gone and had left this empty shell. When did this happen? What happened to make her this way? She looked up at me and I could see her eyes change from a strong façade to panic. I walked slowly to the table and sat on the chair opposite to her. We sat in silence. I didn't know what to say, so I had to do this professionally. "Are you ready for some questions?" I asked her, she just raised her eyebrow and asked "Do I have a choice?" I cleared my throat and opened the case file to take out the photos of the crime scenes. I laid them in front of her and asked "Did you do this?" When she saw the photos she flinched and looked away. "Yes" she said refusing to look me in the eyes. "Then why are you looking away from them?" I asked trying to get eye contact with her. She looked at me and said "Because I don't like to see the pathetic looks on my victims faces" Her words sounded so real but she answers too quickly. "If you're the killer then how did you get the murder weapons?" "I bought it online" She answered without hesitation. I stare at her for a moment trying to figure out what is going on. When I entered the room she obviously recognized me but still she didn't say anything. It is obvious that she's hiding something but what? And most importantly why is she doing this? After a moment of silence I decided to speak up. "You're too calm. You give me straight answers without even to think about it, you don't even blink!" Her face didn't change and all she said was "So?" So?! Is that all she's going to say? What is she doing? Does she even know the consequences? I wanted to yell at her, tell her that what she is doing is stupid and scold her. But this isn't an argument, it's an interrogation. I have to be professional with her. "You're reading from a script. Someone told you to say these things. Someone forced you to do this" I said desperately wanting her to give up. I wanted her to tell me the truth and then let me help her. But she didn't give up. "You're wrong" she said. And I remembered when we were kids and she would always tell me that I was wrong because she wanted to tease me and I would always answer her… "I'm never wrong" And now instead of a happy grin she only raised her eyebrow and said "Yeah sure" I'm so confused, when I see her I can't tell why she's doing this. I can't tell why she's changed so much. I don't recognize her at all. "Why" I whispered "What do you mean?" She asked me confused. "Why are you doing this? We both know that you're not capable of doing something like this." Emma glared at me as she said "How do you know? You don't even know me." I slammed my hand down to the table and said. "I'm your brother!"

Emma's p.o.w

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Does he really believe that I was going to just overlook the fact that he haven't done anything in the last FIVE years to act like a brother to me? That I was going to forgive him? Fuck no. "So NOW you're my brother. You sure as hell haven't acted like one. I wrote to you every single week but I never got any letters back. In the beginning I thought that you were just busy, but then I heard that you had been in Las Vegas for a case and you didn't even stop by to say hi!" I stopped to take a breath and to fight the tears that was threating to fall. "You didn't even call or text me, not once in five years." I was having a hard time breathing and my throat was filed with all the tears that I didn't let out. "And know when your shameful sister is on death row you have to fix it so that your own reputation won't die along with her. I see right through you Spencer so don't pretend to care about me, I figured out a long time ago that you don't." He seemed shocked by my words. His mouth opened like he wanted to say something but I wasn't done yet. "I really tried to hate you back, but I couldn't. It's so unfair that all I can do is love you even though I know that you hate me. Was I such a burden to you? What did I do for you to suddenly forget about me?" I couldn't stop the tears that fell down my cheeks. "Dammit" I cursed out loud as I roughly wiped them away. "I never got any letters" It wasn't louder than a whispers but I heard it as if he had yelled it. I immediately looked up at him and saw that tears were streaming down his cheeks as well. "Accept from one, I checked my mailbox everyday even on Sundays. And every day I would wright you a letter telling you about my day and how much I missed you." At first I didn't believe him but I could always tell if Spencer was lying and now he wasn't. "When I left the worst thing I had to do was to leave you. Mom could take care of herself but you were so little. You had your entire life a head of you, and I didn't want to miss all that. I don't know if you remember but I asked you if you wanted me to stay and you just said that I should walk my own path and not worry about you. You said that you'd be fine. When I arrived to my apartment I called you right away but it went straight to voice mail. Every time I called you never answered. But two days later I get a letter from you. I was over joyed and quickly wrote back and that was the last time I ever heard from you. I asked mom about it and she said that you were mad at me. That's way I didn't visit when we were in Las Vegas. I didn't want to push you and make it worse." I could only look at him, I was too shocked to say anything. Mom must've taken Spencer's letters and hidden them from me. She must've somehow made sure that my letters didn't get to Spencer. She had forbidden me to have contact with Spencer but I thought that I had been sneaky enough for her not to notice. Maybe she has contacts in the post office or something. I was brought back from my thinking by Spencer putting his hands on my shoulder. "Emma?" He said in concern. "I'm fine" I said. We sat in silence for a while until Spencer took something from his pocket and put it on the table. It was a folded envelope, he mentioned for me to open it so I did. It was the first ever letter that I had wrote to him. I looked at him confused and he said. "I have that with me every day to remind me why I do this." "Why do you do this?" He smiled a little as he said. "With my mind I can help others and put away bad guys to make this world a little safer for you to walk on." I was too shocked to speak I just stared at him. "Do you understand now how much you mean to me?" He said and all I did was nod. "Then please tell me what really happened and let me help you." I almost told him, I really wanted too just to make his sad face disappear. But I remembered what they had told me. "You see me and Spencer go way back so I know everything about you. And if you don't do as we say, we will kill him. And if you tell the police about this we will still kill him. We have contacts that are more than happy to kill a FBI agent for our cause." So I ducked my head low and said. "I understand Spencer, but you also have to understand that I am doing this for a reason. And I would be lying if I said that I wasn't guilty." His face fell and he looked at me disappointed. We had a staring match until he finally said. "Fine if you're not going to help then I guess I will just have to find enough evidence that you won't have any other choice but to admit you're not the killer." He sounded so sure, so confident. I raised my eyebrow and said. "You have one day" "That more than enough time for me and my team" I sighed loudly "I'm begging you Spencer, don't get involved" he took my hand, looked me in the eyes and said. "You're asking me to step down when my sister is about to get executed. That is something I can't do for you. I will make sure that you walk out of here alive.

Author's note: hehe sorry! I have no excuse for not updateing I'm just sorry okay! Now when that's out of the way I need to tell unless you haven't noticed it jet. Diana isn't sick in this fanfic. She's 100% functional. so yeah, Thank you for Reading and to all of you who have been following and favorite this fanfic you are all beautiful and I love you!