Author's Note: I loved your guesses and your follow up support of the answer. But if you've all forgotten, the most rarest serial killer is a female. Now, what's happened to Reid? Let's find out shall we. :)

Also, I finally have a picture for Connor. The actor is Asa Butterfield. Thnk Mordred from Merlin BBC

Six: The Insanity called Love

Morgan acted quickly and tackled Edward to the ground, kicking the gun out of his hand and across the room. As he hand cupped the redhead, he glanced over at Reid, who was holding his side. "You alright there, Pretty Boy?" he asked his partner. The honey brown haired man nodded and took in a shaky breath. He grabbed his radio and called in Hotch and a car, as well as a medic, to Edward's address. A few minutes later, Hotch was outside the apartment with Morgan, Edward and a bleeding Reid.

"Are you alright?" Hotch asked the doctor.

"I'll live, he missed any important organs." Reid smiled.

"Spencer!" Edward looked up and saw Bella rush over to the doctor, a medical bag in her hand. She knelt down and began to unbutton his shirt. "What were you thinking?" she demanded.

"Apparently, I wasn't." he joked and she shook her head. She grimaced and took a steady breath as she wiped away the blood. Even after years of practice, the sight and smell of blood made her queasy. Spencer noticed and decided to wait until she began to wrap the wound, "Do you still smell blood, which is scientifically impossible to smell?" Her response was a painfully tight knot on his wound, causing him to winch.

"Next time, Dr. Reid, keep your mouth shut about my touchy subjects. Or should we talk about the time you were held hostage, Mr. Dilaudid addict?" she shot back and began to check his vitals before nodding. She arose and turned to Hotch. "He'll be fine. The wound was shallow and didn't puncture any organs. He just needs to take it easy and get plenty of rest. Also, make sure he knows the couch is available tonight, SSA Agent Hotchner."

Morgan laughed. Bella walked over to Edward and shook her head before looking at Morgan, "Thank you for stopping him."

"Welcome, Baby Girl."

Bella nodded once more. Hotch's cell rang and he answered, "Yes Garcia?"

"I have what you need, sir. Edward Cullen, born Edward Anthony Masen, was admitted into a mental institution at the age of seventeen when he developed schizophrenia and PTSD from childhood abuse by his biological father, Edward senior. His mother died when he was seven and he was taken in by his aunt Esme and uncle Carlisle. He was checked out by his biological father just before he passed a few months later and went to a university in Alaska but kept tabs on his high school girlfriend, Isabella Swan but never learned that she was married because it was kept hidden."

"Thanks Garcia." Hotch said and hung up the phone. Bella nodded to the three agents in goodbye and shot a sympathetic look towards her ex-boyfriend before walking off. Hotch took Edward towards the car and he started yelling for Bella to come help him. But she kept walking. Glancing down at her watch, she saw that it close to the time she had to pick up Connor. With a sigh, she got into her car and drove off.

"What do you mean my son is gone?" Bella snapped towards the younger woman. Two years her junior and a new face in the school system, she cleared her throat.

"I mean, ma'am, that Connor Swan was picked up by his mother about an hour ago." she told her. Bella groaned and slapped her hand on her forehead before she looked at the woman with annoyed green eyes.

"I'm his mother. And I never told him that I would be letting someone pick him up," Bella snarled. A blonde woman walked up to the two and cleared her throat and the younger woman squirmed in slight fear.

"Mrs. McCarthy," she gulped. Rosalie McCarthy looked from her childhood friend to the younger woman and spoke.

"What's the problem here?" The assistant principal of the middle school, Rosalie knew every face and every child's name and who were the good and bad seeds.

"This woman is stating that she is Connor Swan's mother. But it says here that he was signed out by his mother. See?" the girl said and showed her the sign-out sheet. Bella Swan, printed in a handwriting that obviously didn't belong to said doctor. Rosalie glared at the woman with her violet-tinged eyes.

"This is Bella Swan," Rosalie snapped, pointing to Bella. "Now, tell me who took him or its your job, Lilly."

The red haired girl gulped again, "Um, she was brunette, about a inch taller than Dr. Swan, and her eyes were blue."

"Jessica?" Bella voiced out loud. "Why would she want Connor?"

"And why would she use your name?" Rosalie asked. Bella thanked her friend and rushed out the door, her cell phone pressed to her ear.

Ignoring her cell phone, Jessica Newton hummed a small tune as she let the water run over Connor's hair. He would look so adorable as a blonde, with Mike's hair. She smiled sweetly at the thought. This was why Mike wanted to divorce her, because she couldn't give him a child, she knew that was what he wanted. Why he was getting so distant, why he never touched her anymore. They were childless, and he probably sent too much time with the witch and thought she couldn't conceive. Well, once Bella was out of the way, she wouldn't have to worry.

Mike would see the light, come back to her, and they would live together with Connor. She frowned suddenly. Connor was the witch's name for her future son. No, that wouldn't do. Maybe Jamie. Jamie Newton, it had a nice ring to it.

"Ms. Jessica," came "Jamie's" voice from under the faucet.

"Yes, sweetie?" she asked in a motherly tone.

"Why are you dying my hair?"

"Because I always thought you would be better as blonde," she whispered into his ear and smiled sweetly. "Brown hair doesn't suit you."

"But won't mommy get mad?" he asked. She frowned and knew who he was referring to. She turned off the faucet and pulled out the honey blonde hair dye.

"Of course not," she smiled and kissed his forehead. I'm you mommy now.

As she was about to apply the dye, there was a knock at the door. She knew it wasn't Mike. He was at work. She told him to go sit in the living room and got up to answer the door. Opening it, she was met with Angela. At only twenty-six, Angela had gotten a job at bookstore during their college years and had since opened her own photography business. She had also gotten pregnant a few days before Mike and Jessica's anniversary. Currently, she was about five months along and apparently, she was having twins.

Why was everyone but her getting pregnant?

"Hi Ang," she smiled.

"Um hey," Angela gave a nervous smile, "I came to drop off your anniversary photos. Sorry it took so long, I had other things to do and just couldn't get around to it."

"It's alright. Why don't you come inside?" Jessica asked.

"Um," Angela blushed. "Sure, I just have to call someone. I'll be in there in a sec."

"Alright," Jessica took the packet and began to look through them. As she looked them over, she noticed a photo that caught her eye. It was taken by Angela's assistant, because Angela was in, with Bella and Mike. Bella was in between Mike and Angela, holding Mike's hand, a smile on her face. She was taunting her. How dare that little bitch? Angela was looking amused at their intimacy. Was she helping the witch?

"Jess?" She turned to Angela, concern in her eyes, "Are you okay?"

"You were helping her, weren't you?" she asked.

"What?" she looked perplexed. The lying bitch.

"You were helping that witch seduce my husband!"

"Jess, I think you're sick." Angela spoke, concern in her tone.

"Shut up, you vile witch!" Jessica shrieked, throwing the pregnant girl into the wall. Angela gasped, her hand falling to her stomach. Jessica rushed into the kitchen and returned with a knife. Her eyes were wide and unstable. "Let's see if there are babies in there."

Angela's eyes widened. "Jess, think about this. Think about Mike."

"I am thinking about Mike. Did you seduce him too? Did you throw yourself in front of him and beg for him to take you?" Jessica ranted and she stepped closer. Angela slowly moved towards the door and as Jessica raised her knife, a voice stopped her.

"Auntie Angela, is that you?" came her future son's voice. Angela gasped as Connor came from around the corner, his hair still dripping wet with water, some of his shirt drenched.

"Connor, what are you-?"

"HIS NAME ISN'T CONNOR! IT'S JAMIE!" Jessica cried and plunged the knife into Angela's side. It missed any organs and she screamed.

"Angela!" Mike's voice called through the house. Jessica turned and smiled when her husband rushed into the room, and looked at the scene before him. His eyes stayed trained on Angela and he rushed over and began to apply pressure. "Angie? Come on, baby, don't do this to me."

Why did he sound so sad? Shouldn't he happy? Why was he calling her baby? Jessica watched as her husband cradled Angela against his chest and kept on hand on her wound before he looked up at Jessica and took in Connor's appearance.

"Jessica, why is Connor here? Why are he is wet? What the hell are you doing with a knife?" he demanded.

"His name isn't Connor, sweetheart. It's Jamie, and he's our son. And I was just about to dye his hair blonde when the witch's assistant came here. And I was going to destroy the vile spawns she was going to bring into the world. You don't have to look at the things she forced you to create."

"Jess," Mike sighed. "I think its time I told you the reason why I'm divorcing you."

"Because of the witch. Don't worry, I'll kill her, just like I did her copies. I promise." Jessica giggled.

"What...?" Mike felt his mouth go dry. "You killed all those women? Jessica, what the hell!"

"Don't curse in front of Jamie, Michael. It's a bad habit he could pick up."

"I'm not your son."

Jessica turned to the boy. "What?"

Connor's blue and green eyes narrowed. "I. Am. Not. Your. Son. My mommy is Bella Swan and my daddy is Spencer Reid. Their my parents."

Jessica frowned before she turned to him, waving her knife as she walked towards him. "It seems the witch has placed a curse on you too, Jamie."

Connor stepped out of her way. "Don't come near you, you textbook psychopath!"

She lunged for him and he rolled onto the floor and towards the door. Jessica screamed before running after him. Mike quickly called 911 and told them to get a ambluence and he reported that a child had been kidnapped probably about to murdered.

Connor's small legs carried him down the stairs, around the corner and towards the abandoned Forks High School. He could hear Jessica behind him, saying she didn't mean it and that she'll be nicer once she gets rid of the witch. He ducked into an office and texted his mother where he was. He hoped she got the message.