Chapter 8:
Alex POV:
It was almost six weeks since the car accident. Today was the day where Spencer should go to court and get his judgment. The team and I were at court with him to support him. David sat next to me, and he was holding my hand because he felt I needed it.
"Do you think he will go free?" I asked David.
"I'm not sure." He said and looked at Spencer.
I couldn't see Spencer's face, but I knew he would have his poker-face on.
"The judge is here now." JJ said.
I looked at the other people. There were a lot of people, and many of them were crying. I didn't think it was because of Spencer. He didn't know those people, so they must have been here because of the two people who were killed in the accident. Two rows behind me, I saw Emma – Spencer's ex girlfriend. What was she doing here?
Emma's face was empty. She didn't look like she was sad or happy. The judge said the judgments, and Spencer was going to prison for one year. I knew he was in panic, but he didn't show it to the public. The other people looked very happy, and I was angry with them, because they didn't know the whole story. They didn't know Spencer. He was so sweet, and he would never harm anyone on purpose. JJ was crying and she kept telling herself it was her fault. Morgan hugged her and said everything would be alright. We all knew it wasn't the truth, but it's a lie everyone don't want to use, but they do use it when you have nothing else to say. I looked at David. He had tears in his eyes. I don't think I never had seen David cry. I wanted to cry too, but I didn't feel sad. I felt nothing. It was like it wasn't happening. I realized Spencer had to go to prison and worse – it was a bad prison, where people were treated badly.
Reid POV:
Everything went from dreamy to very real. I wanted to die when the policemen took me away from court. All these people were just standing there and watching me like I was a criminal. Now I knew how it felt to be someone who had to go to prison, like all the UnSubs we had sent to prison. I wondered if there were some of the UnSubs in the prison where I had to go. If that was the case, I knew I hadn't much more time to live in.
When the policemen and I got to the car which would drive me to the prison, the team called my name. JJ was the first person who talked to me.
"I'm so sorry." She said.
"Is there anything we can do?" Morgan asked.
"Kill me." I said and got into the car.
There was so many people and cameras outside the car. I knew the story would hit the newspapers the next day. It wouldn't look great: "FBI-agent kills two people in car accident." I couldn't stop thinking about my mother. What should I tell her? What would she said to me? Would she think I was a killer?
"What were you thinking on?" one of the policemen asked.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Why did you kill those people?" he asked.
"I didn't kill them on purpose. It was an accident." I said.
"Why are you going to prison then?"
I didn't know what to say. I could say the judge was wrong, but then he would properly say everyone says that. It didn't matter, because I had to go to prison, and I didn't want to talk more about it. I couldn't say if I hated myself more for killing those people or if I was more afraid of the people in the prison. I didn't ever think I should kill somebody, or be in a car accident. I do believe in statistics, and I know there is a higher risk to be in a car accident than to be in an airplane that crash down. I did almost fly every day, but there would be a higher risk to die in a car accident.
"Get out of the car." The policeman said when we arrived.
I looked at the huge building, when I stepped out. It was like being in a movie. The prison looked like those in movies. I was scared.