Some of you have mentioned that I normally make OC's that befriend Spencey turn around and stab him in the back or be apart of the case personally- and whos' to say Greg's different..? Well, let's find out…

White Light- Chapter 8

Liars and Thieves

"Nothing- she was just a neighbor." Reid shrugged. Greg shook his head, though, and once more, he motioned for him to carry on. Finally, Reid decided it to be pointless to argue with Greg, and he continued.

"Annabelle was also the one who stopped me from killing myself."

Greg wasn't surprised, sadly enough. He knew enough about people to know when they were hiding big secrets, and since the first moment he met Spencer, he knew there was something that he wasn't sharing. Instead of telling him, 'oh, that's horrible!' or, 'my god, are you okay now?' or even the oh-so relevant, 'you're over it now, right?' Instead, Greg sighed and turned his head toward Spencer. He waited for him to continue, knowing there was more to it.

Sensing Greg's hesitation, Spencer pushed himself off the car and threw him the keys. "The story's over, Greg. You don't need to hear the rest of it." Although he knew Greg disagreed, he pushed past him and climbed into the passenger seat.

Greg lingered outside the car for a moment, and it wasn't until Spencer was physically in the car that he decided he had officially lost the battle. He reluctantly straightened up and headed back to the car, this time going for the driver's side. He glanced at Spencer one last time before turning the key in the ignition and taking off.

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A few minutes later, Greg and Spencer made it to Annabelle's house. The two young men walked on the doorstep, but they both hesitated before they rang the doorbell. Greg slowly turned his head to Spencer and nodded. Taking that as a signal to ring the bell, Spencer did so.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Greg asked, barely audibly.

"Of course." Spencer nodded. He kept his eyes forward as he watched the door swing open. The brunette smiled pleasantly as she swung the door open, but as soon as she saw Spencer, that smile disappeared. She studied the weary-looking man for a moment before finally giving in and bear-hugging him.

"My god, it is you." she whispered into his hair. She lovingly ran her hand through his hair, the way a mother would, before letting go. "How have you been, Spencer?"

"Actually, Ms. Gradley, Spencer and I are here to ask you a few questions." Greg said. Despite the cold-sounding nature of the statement, Greg sounded sincere. The statement had obviously caught Annabelle off-guard, but she eventually nodded and motioned for the boys to enter. After they were seated and settled, Annabelle cleared her throat, an obvious sign that they should start explaining their reason for visiting.

Greg waited for Spencer to start, and everyone in the room seemed to have noticed that. Spencer stayed quiet though, and he waited for Greg to take the lead. Annabelle grew impatient, though, and she sighed loudly.

"For the love of god, Spencer! I haven't seen you in years, and then you show up on my doorstep with a cop and don't even say a word! Would someone please tell me what this is about?"

Finally, Greg sighed and nodded his head. "We're working with-"

"Greg Sanders- CSI, SSA Dr. Spencer Reid- BAU." She sighed. "I know that already. I just want to know what this is about…?"

"It's about your support group. There's a serial killer targeting them, in case you hadn't noticed, and we need to know who else is in your group before they're killed too." Everyone was shocked at Spencer's bluntness, but Annabelle knew how to handle herself. She just nodded her head and nodded toward an envelope on her table. "Is this a list?"

"I was expecting you after your father said your team was in-town. I didn't make the connection to the support group and your case until a few hours ago. If you hadn't had showed up, I wouldn't stepped forward."

Spencer stood up as his picked up the envelope. Nodding in thanks, he started walking out of the room.

"Spencer," Greg practically hissed. Spencer ignored him, though, and Greg politely excused himself from the room.

"It's no bother; I didn't expect him to react well to seeing me again." Annabelle smiled sadly. "I'll be here all night and most of tomorrow morning. If you need me again, I'm more than willing to help. You should probably go on now…"

"Of course." Greg sighed. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a thin half-sheet of paper with his name on it. "My number," he explained. With a nod from Annabelle, he left.

Annabelle quickly wiped the sympathy smile off her face and let her expression turn hard cold. She hadn't lied, but she hadn't told the whole truth. She knew that Spencer had figured that out, but she had bigger things to worry about at the moment. As she heard the two men's car turn on, she reached for her phone and dialed the number she had all-but memorized by now.

"What the hell have you gotten yourself into this time?" she hissed.

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"What was that about?" Greg whispered as Spencer pulled out of Annabelle's driveway.

Spencer turned back to Greg so that he could see that he wasn't mad or upset anymore. He hadn't been upset with Annabelle, but he was now. He explained to Greg that he was testing her, seeing how she reacted to his behavior. "She was too calm; she suspected I would be angry at her the moment she first saw me."

"Oh yeah? Why would she think that?" Greg asked.

"She ford have something to do with this case, but she doesn't fit the profile of a child killer; she's not our UnSub." Spencer then threw his phone at Greg and instructed him to call Garcia. "When I left earlier, I called Garcia. She's tracking Annabelle's phone service, and she just made a call."

"Smart thinking." Greg muttered as he scrolled down the contact list.

Spencer 's eyes were fixed on the road as he listened into Greg and Garcia's conversation. He hadn't seen Annabelle in years, and it felt wrong to come back and accuse her of being apart of a murder investigation after all she had done for him…

Suddenly, there was a dark figure in the middle of the road, and Spencer immediately slammed on the brakes. As he stared at the figure, he realized that it was Abigail Mettle.

"What the fu-" Greg exclaimed.

"What just happened?" Garcia demanded.

"Uh, nothing. Just…. I'm going to call you back. Just give that tape to Hotch for now."

Greg sat the cell phone down and turned his attention back to Spencer, who was staring at the road ahead of him looking as if he'd just seen a gosh. "What the hell just happened, Spencer?"

Spencer turned his head toward Greg, revealing a growingly pale face and horror-struck eyes. He quickly turned is head back to the road and shook his head. Suddenly, Greg saw Spencer stumble out of the SUV and fall to his knees on the ground. "Spencer!" He quickly darted out of the car and swooped down next to Spencer. "What's wrong, come on, talk to me!"

"…Hallucinating…" Spencer mumbled. Before Greg could ask anymore questions, Spencer passed out.

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Ah, the mysterious Ms. Annabelle Gradley, the mysterious man on the phone, the dead kid in the road, and now Spencey's passing out after hallucinating. My gosh, who's lying and who's not? Major Bummer!