Things are pretty bad at my end right now. Sorry for the long waits; I'm honestly doing the best I can. Thnx for sticking with this; I hope it's still tolerable.

White Light- Truth Or Dare

Two Days Later: LVPD Interrogation Room

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Morgan frowned. He knew what answer he would receive, though, and he knew that asking was pointless, but still, it was a way to fill the air with sound, and that was enough for him right now.

Rossi nodded his head as he watched Morgan and Hotch stare directly into the glass, as if they were afraid that something bad would happen, and they would have to spring into action on a moment's notice. Shaking his head, he too turned his gaze over to the glass. "It's all we've got, and it's the only way we can tell for certain how much of his memory was taken from the accidental drugging." Rossi paused, allowing himself to smrik. "And besides, it's about damn time that kid got some action."

Spencer Reid paced back and forth in the interrogation room as the man sitting next to the table stared off at the ceiling. After a few minutes of trying to convince himself that he could do it, Spencer finally sat down and cleared his throat. Liales smiled pleasantly for a moment before turning grim again, as if he had momentarily forgot his current situation. The two men locked eyes for a moment, but it didn't last long. Liales pulled out, obviously getting impatient.

"You have questions, I have answers."

"Then tell me- if you have answers, you should know the questions," Spencer replied calmly.

Liales leaned back in his seat and folded his arms across his chest. "You want me to admit that I tried killing those kids and that I successfully killed some of them. Yes, I killed all those kids. Yes, I will tell you the names of every single one of them. Yes, I am a sick, twisted mother with another thing coming to me. I'm ready for jail, agent. Please, go ahead and take me away," he smirked.

Spencer leaned forward and slapped down a stack of photos. He flipped the first one forward and motioned for Liales to look at it. "What's this little girl's name?" he asked.

"Macy Cainelle."

"And this boy?"

"Edward Shultz."

"How about this one?"

"Drew Mieghers."

Spencer flipped the last photograph over, not wavering one bit. "What about him? What's this boy's name?"

Liales' eyes scanned over the photo, a smile forming on his face. He chuckled lightly before leaning back into the chair. "Well, that boy was Spencer Reid."

"What's so special about him?" Spencer asked. He was careful to control the tone of his voice; he couldn't let the UnSub know just yet...

"He was my first kill. I had fun doing it, too. Absentee father, schizophrenic mother, severe bullying... He was a prime candidate, and he took the bait." The smile on Liales twisted face was sickening, and Spencer tried his best to remain calm. He was pleased that his voice hadn't wavered yet, and he didn't want it to start now.

Spencer sat on the table as he fished in his pocket for his credentials. He laid them in front of Liales, who looked at the FBI badge strangely. "Go ahead, open it," Spencer instructed. Liales suspiciously flipped the FBI badge flap open, and as soon as he did so, his face paled. He read and reread the name over and over, and finally he sat it down with a look that could kill.

"You're supposed to be dead. I KILLED YOU!" Liales screamed. "I sent you the fucking letter and signed it! How are you alive! I Killed you!" he raved again.

Spencer picked up his badge and slipped it back into his pocket. He leaned in closer to the angry UnSub and started whispering. "You made a misjudgement of character. My father found the letter before me, and he cared enough to stop it. He took it before I could look at it, and even though he was afraid that I had accidentally seen it, he took it back. He would've called the police on you if you hadn't been such a good forger. You made a mistake, though; you left it in the mail box. That's why you started making sure the children got it directly, isn't it? So there wouldn't be another chance for the parents to get it first. You forced those innocent children to murder themselves so you could get off! You took away their lives and devastated so many families! You're going to hell for what you did, but in the meantime, you're going to be tucked away in jail, where you'll never see another kid again!" Spencer hissed.

Suddenly, Liales whipped around from his seat, somehow managing to undo his handcuffs. As he whipped around to hit Spencer in the back of the head, Morgan and Hotch came barging through the doors. Their efforts were not needed, though, as Spencer himself had caught grasp of what Liales was about to do. The youngest agent flipped around and grabbed hold of Liales' hand. Quickly, he slammed him into the plexi-glass with all his strength. The UnSub groaned as a pair of handcuffs were put back on him.

"You deserve to die!" Liales spat at Spencer. Morgan moved his body so he would be in-between Liales and Spencer, but Spencer made his way around Morgan and back in Liales' sight.

"I got away, Liales, and so did the others. You may have killed seven kids, but do you know how many more got away?" Spencer asked coldly. Liales didn't have time to answer, though, as Morgan was already shoving the criminal out of the interrogation room. Spencer was left standing with Hotch in the interrogation room. Hotch placed his hand on Spencer's shoulder and led him out of the room.

"You've helped more than you think," Hotch sighed. "Come on; let's get out of here."

"Is Greg still at the hospital?" Spencer asked. They both knew that the question was coming, and Hotch only nodded affirmatively before walking away from his agent. Spencer knew that Hotch understood he only asked to see if he should visit him; the nod was his cue to leave. Spencer had never been great at picking up social cues, but in some instances, he did remember them if they were important enough. This, he had deemed, was one of those instances. Without a moments' hesitation, Spencer threw on his coat and jammed his hands into his pockets. Without looking back once, he left the police station.

~* WL *~

"I knew you would come," Great smiled. Spencer mimicked the expression as he entered the hospital room. He had become too well acquainted with them over the years- whether he was visiting or was being visited- and he understood how lonely it could get. He threw his coat down on the visitor's chair and sat down opposite of Greg. "It was only a few hours ago that it was you sitting here, you know," Greg sighed.

"Yeah, I remember it too well," Spencer nodded.

"Better me than you, though," Greg said. "I know that you were shot in your knee a few months ago. That must've been hell. If you went in the field and took that bullet, I have a feeling it wouldn't have just been an arm. You seem like that kind of luck, I guess," Greg joked.

"Yeah, well, I am that kind of luck, " Spencer laughed. "You know you saved that kid, right?"

"I've got the scars to prove it, too," Greg smirked. His face became sullen, though, and Spencer wordlessly wondered what was going through Greg's mind. As if sensing his uneasiness, Greg cleared his throat. "I don't need you to cheer me up; I need you to listen."

"This is about what you said back there, isn't it? About losing another kid...?" Spencer guessed.

"Yeah, that would be the one," Greg nodded. "It was...It was an official year ago last week. I've only been an officer for a year and a half, and it took me half a year to get a case involving kids. I took it, of course, because that's the type of heroic case I've been waiting for. I never...I never realized before that it meant kids were being killed. It never crossed my mind that those kid's life would be in my hands as soon as I took that case file," Greg mumbled. "A neighbor called in a complaint about a family with five adopted kids. He said that he heard crying and screaming, so we went to check it out. We thought it would be routine stuff, but it turned out differently. A week later, we came back with a search warrant, and as soon as we entered the house, the father shot at us. He hit my partner, and I called in for back-up. All but one of the kids managed to get out of the house. The youngest girl was being held hostage by her father, and he threatened to slit her throat. His hands were shaking. He was sweating. Tears were on his cheeks. The knife wasn't near her throat. I called the bluff, and I moved closer to him. He told me to stop, but I kept going. Finally, he dropped the knife." Greg paused, and a frown formed on Spencer's face. He had a feeling he knew what would happen next, but he had no idea how wrong he was. "Turns out you don't need weapons to kill someone. He...he-uh, strangled her right on the spot. Just one quick squeeze to her delicate little throat and she was dead."

"Greg, you couldn't have known-"

"But I should have. I was arrogant, and it cost a kid her life," Greg glared.

"And your captain's punished you enough," a third voice said. Greg and Spencer turned around, both of them frowning. Asiley walked into the room, a frown on his face. "I came here to apologize to you...and to congratulate you. You did good, Maeyers."

"Yes sir," Greg smirked. He turned to Spencer, who had a knowing look on his face. Nodding silently, he left the room. He could vaguely make out the sounds of the two men laughing as he shut the door behind him. As he walked out into the waiting room, two familiar forms caught his attention. He frowned as he tried to make out who they belonged to, but as they neared him, his frowned vanished. His face was straight- unreadable- as they walked closer to him.

"Let's go home, Spencer," William spoke softly, Annabelle's arm entangled with his own. "I think there's some things we need to talk about."

~* WL *~

The plan now is one more chapter with no epilogue, but I might change my mind. I've been uber-busy, and I really am sorry! I hoped you all liked this; thnx for reading! Oh, and someone asked me how to pronounce Asiley and Maeyers. Ah-sigh-lee and May-jers(yours), mayors.