Spencer's POV
I open my front door and see Anne. She throws her arms around me, and pulls me into a tight hug. When she lets go of me, I can see that she's been crying, but before I can say anything she kisses me passionately and I kiss her back. Then I grab her hand and lead her to my bedroom, pushing her down on my bed and climbing on top of her.
Something catches my eye, and when I look a little harder I realize that she has a gun tucked into her waistband, and I hop up, looking at her like a deer in headlights.
Anne realizes what I've seen. "Spencer, I... I-" she begins, but I cut her off.
"You're the killer." I mutter, dumbstruck. This can't be real, Hotch must've made a mistake, I can't have been wrong about her... could I?
Anne nods once. "Yeah, I am. I killed all those men." she whispers sadly. I wish she would smile, I don't like to see her this way, and when she smiles I know everything's going to be okay, I know it's just Anne, but her smile is comforting.
"Why?" I ask cautiously.
"I wanted control!" She screams. "I wanted control over the BAU as well. And I can't stand people who look like him." She answers with a combination of bitterness and anger in her tone.
"Who's him?" I ask.
"Drew. The man that beat me, raped me, taunted and threatened me for over five years! That bastard controlled me, and it was my turn to control him!" She spits, and I'm shocked. Anne's never even mentioned a Drew before.
"But those men weren't him." I remind her gently.
She huffs, but she's still sobbing. "But they looked like him, like you! They reminded me of all the control I never had. And I couldn't handle it."
I nod, and my thoughts come out of my mouth in a whisper. "You said you loved me..."
Anne looks me in the eyes. "Not loved." She whispers back with a smile. Her smile is cute, but her eyes are malevolent, and she's scaring me a little.
Anne sighs."I love you, I've been falling in love with you since the moment we shook hands." She whispers.
"I love you too." I admit. "But this..." I begin.
Anne's sobbing becomes inconsolable, and between whimpers I hear the words 'I'm so sorry'.
In a split second, Anne goes from sobbing, to whipping her gun out and pointing it at my chest. I should run, I know I should. But I can't, and besides, I'm not afraid of death. There's nothing left for me on this earth.
A/N: rly close to the end now. What d'you think of the story this far? Honest opinions plz (: if you review I might upload the next chapter tomorrow, n if not... it might have to wait until the next weekend (unless I forgot about this story again... hehe, sry for that)