A/N: I've been working on this chapter all day! One of the ones I was eager for! Fairly long compared to the past couple of chapters. However thanks for the follows/favs/reviews!
I don't own CM or their character! I do own the old lady! (I really like having old people in some of my chapters)
Spencer Reid slowly woke up. He wished he would've woke up sooner. He didn't like that dream of him and JJ getting kidnapped. He felt the semi cool air lightly blowing across his face. He let his eyes close for another second, but this time he noticed other things. He was laying on a hard surface. This elicited pain throughout his body. He opened his eyes again and realized that the lighting was dim. He frowned as he looked to his left. There was a chair. He then looked to his right.. JJ! He quickly realized that none of it was a dream.
He tried to pull himself up failing miserably the first time. He touched his face where the mask was and took it off with whatever strength he had left.
Breathing heavily from such a simple task, he waited. He let himself rest before he crawled towards JJ's lifeless form. Ignoring the pain from his chest and hip, he maneuvered himself to roll her over. Quickly he checked for a pulse. He was happy that he found one. He couldn't help but feel the anger build up in his chest as he felt some of the blood from the back of her head seep through his hospital gown. For a second, Spencer wondered if there's a way to at least clean her wound. He shook his head and decided to do the smart thing. Waking her up. He wasn't sure how but he started by tapping her awkwardly.
Poke... Poke-poke. Pokey-poke. JJ was getting extremely annoyed.
Poke!
She woke up and sleepily slapped someone on their face.
"Hey!" She heard a familiar voice complain. She didn't care. She wanted to sleep.
Poke...
Her eyes popped open and she couldn't help but glare. Her anger dissipated the moment she saw Reid pouting at her. Then she gasped as she realized she just half-slapped Reid. "I'm so sorry Spence!" She said as she sat up quickly. The movements caused a wave of nausea and Spencer quickly dodged out of her way as she vomited. He patted her back as she coughed for a few seconds before responding. "It's okay," He said. JJ looked at him and with a shake of her head she said. "Did you really have to start poking me?" She asked. Spencer could only shrug. He thought that was normal. JJ just looked at him and sighed.
"You have a concussion," Spencer said quietly. "And you have every other injury ," JJ retorted. "My concussion is probably healed. Yours is brand new," Spencer defended slightly. "Are we really arguing who is more injured? You were the one who just woke up out of a coma today," JJ said feeling irritated. "It's like sleeping. I just woke up," Spencer said with a shrug. "You, were knocked unconscious and woke up with nausea. That is more serious than what I'm going through."
"Spence.. just.. no.. We are both equally injured, except you can die on me," JJ finally snapped. "Actually-" Spencer fell silent when JJ threw him a glare.
"There's only one door, and a small window. You may be able to fit through," Spencer said instead of arguing with JJ. Realization finally hit JJ. They were kidnapped. The mere thought of that made her eyes go wide in panic. "T-they kidnapped us!" JJ yelled catching Spencer off guard. "Oh my gosh! Are we going to die?! What about Henry! OH my gosh! Th-Th-Th-this can't be ha-happening!" JJ said breathing heavily. She looked at Spencer and Spencer realized that she's never been kidnapped before. She's bound to have a panic attack and collapse, but Spencer didn't want that to happen.
He quickly grabbed her by the shoulders to gain her attentions and slowly he told her to breathe.
"Take your time. Just in and out, like me," Spencer instructed. JJ nodded and started copying him. Finally she was able to calm down. He wasn't sure for how long, but keeping her up is essential for her concussion.
"How are you so calm?" She asked. "It's really not that bad compared to everything else I've been through. I'm scared, yes, but I know that it could be a lot worse. Maybe it will get a lot worse, but that will be when that time comes. Just relax. I won't let whoever it is hurt you," Spencer promised although his mother's words rang through his head. 'Don't make promises you can't keep.'
He planned to keep this promise though. He knew what the aftermath was like and he didn't want her to suffer through it. He would sacrifice himself if he had too. She did have Henry after all. All he had was Alex and she's young so she could move on in due time.
"Spence, I'm scared," JJ said scooting closer to him. "I know," He said softly.
"AAAAAWWWWWWWWEEEEE! Aren't you two the best of friends!" A woman said. She sounded... distorted. Reid figured she had something to hide. JJ gasped, but Reid could tell she was now more angry than scared.
"Listen, I'm sending Mr. Dale to give you both some new clothes. I don't fancy having my DNA all over you two," She laughed.
There was the sound of chains and a tall male with dark hair walked in. He smirked at JJ, but looked at Spencer with disgust.
He dropped a single bag and walked out of the room. Reid listened as Dale locked up the door. He counted at least four locks on the door. JJ looked at Spencer and Spencer looked back at her. Neither wanted to move. JJ did when she remembered how Reid could barely walk five steps back at the hospital. She figured her comfort wasn't that big of a deal compared to Spencer's.
JJ walked to the bag. She hesitated before opening the bag, but was slightly relieved when there was only clothes inside. She quickly took out her clothes and handed the bag to Spencer.
"I'll, um, take that corner all the way over there," JJ said awkwardly. "Wait. Your wound. They took our clothes probably from our go-bags or our home. However, what they picked can be used to our advantage. They gave me a long sleeve shirt and my cardigan. We can rip off one of the sleeves to make a makeshift bandage as a coagulant for your head until it heals. To reduce infection, though we will need to clean the wound and we can rip the other sleeve as a bandage change," Spencer rambled. JJ stared at him for a second. "Spence, what if you get cold?" JJ questioned. "So what? I get cold all year long. It doesn't make a difference. Either way it goes, Henry needs a mother more than a godfather," Spencer said knowing he won the argument the minute he put Henry into the mix. JJ placed a hand on her hip. "Fine," She said giving in.
"I knew you'd understand," Spencer smirked slightly. "I'm just going to need help," Spencer admitted reluctantly.
JJ smiled grabbed one sleeve. Spencer grabbed the rest. She pulled and it ripped slightly. Spencer ripped it the rest of the way and beckoned JJ to lean forward. As gentle as he could, he found her wound and asked her to hold the hair above the wound as he tied the sleeve around it. He couldn't help but chuckle at how ridiculous she looked, but she didn't mind. At least he was smiling.
She went to the corner she chose and began to change, making sure not to damage her wound. She could tell they just threw random clothes together. She was wearing her old maternity shirt as well as her workout pants. She shrugged it off. She was hoping this would be a clue to the team. She was brought out of her thoughts when she heard a thud and a small yelp.
Quickly she spun around to see Spencer sitting on the floor back against the wall, breathing heavily. "What happened Spence?" She asked in concern walking closer to check on him.
"Nothing. I'm fine," Spencer pouted slightly. He wasn't about to show weakness. He promised her he wouldn't let anyone hurt her. That starts with trying to strengthen himself. "That didn't sound like nothing," JJ prodded. Spencer sighed. "Putting on pants was harder than I thought," Spencer hinted. JJ understood when she remembered the doctor saying he also had a hairline fracture on his hip. One side may feel weaker and in more pain than the other. "Spence, you could've just asked for.." JJ didn't finish the statement. She knew that this was his way of showing independence. No matter how much she says it, he won't ask for help unless he is sure that he needs it. She realized that this was one of those moments where he did complete it despite the pain he was in. She had to admit, he's not as weak as people believe him to be.
"Good, now that you've changed, let's get you both out of there. I have a better- comfortable- place you can both stay," The distorted voice said. Spencer frowned as the door opened again. He had a feeling this was going to get rough.
Dale walked into the room and the look he gave JJ made Reid rather uncomfortable. He knew a distraction was best, but he wasn't sure how. He thought for a split second before making a decision.
"Um, hi," Spencer said shyly. The look Dale gave Reid was absolutely terrifying. Spencer had received many looks from people. From happy adults to the bullies. Dale looked more like a devil. JJ noticed the look and decided to get Dale's attention on her. "Um, where are we going?" JJ asked. Spencer looked at JJ in shock. He couldn't believe what she was doing.
"Actually, why are you moving us?" Spencer said quickly causing the man t look back at him. "You're first," Dale smiled wickedly as he grabbed Reid by his shirt. Spencer couldn't help but feel like a kid being bullied again. The man was bigger than him and Spencer could tell this man hated him for some reason. He only hoped that his fate wouldn't fall on JJ. "No!" JJ shouted, but Dale pulled out a gun. "Don't' you dare speak little girl," Dale growled at her as he put the gun to Reid's head. JJ automatically silenced but couldn't help the tears that were falling down her face. Dale lowered Reid down, and forced him to face JJ. Spencer felt a piece of his heart crack at the sight of her breaking down. He stared into her eyes hoping she could see his silent message.
'Be strong, not just for me, but Henry as well,' Spencer thought silently. 'I'm fine.'
JJ could tell he was trying to say something to her. His eyes were begging for her to understand. She nodded. Even though she wasn't sure what he was saying, she knew it was reassuring for the both of them.
"I'll get you in a couple of minutes," Dale chuckled as he roughly pushed Reid towards the door. She could tell he had a major limp and that did not ease her worry. Soon the door was closed behind them and the chains were locked. She felt alone and scared. She knew she's going to have a fear of basements after this whole ordeal. Without Reid there to reassure her, she wasn't even sure if she would make it.
A couple of minutes later, the door opened again and Dale came through the room. "Your turn," He said and JJ stood. She knew this man loved to beat on his wife. She didn't want that fate falling on herself. "Oh, good girl. You are more obedient than that little..." She saw how Dale shook with fury at just the thought of Spencer. She only hoped he didn't hurt him.
"I don't know why, but my love decided that you guys should be comfortable. Enjoy it while it last. You're going to die in about one or two weeks. If you're a good girl, I'll make sure your death is quick and modest. For your little godfather? No. He will live longer than you. He will suffer though, so don't be jealous," Dale smirked.
"My team's going to find you and when they do, you're going to wish you've never even tried to go after Spence!"
The hand came out of nowhere and she fell to the floor, hand coming up to her cheek bone where he had punched her. She stared at him in shock and he roughly picked her up. "What were you saying?" He asked raising an eyebrow. JJ really wanted to hit him, but she knew he would overpower her. "Nothing," She said feeling defeated and weak. "I thought so," He chuckled. "Now, you're a pretty little girl. Don't make me have to hurt you. I don't like my women all bruised and bloody," He said pulling JJ close. "I'm not one of your women," JJ said pushing herself away. Dale laughed again before shoving her against the wall.
"You are whatever I want you to be! If I say cry, you cry! When I say you act like a dog, you better have the best bark out there! If I say you're mine... Then you are mine," He growled angrily. JJ was rather afraid. This guy had no control. She wondered how his wife dealt with him for so long. She quickly nodded and he released his iron grip off of her. She knew she should stop provoking him. He would most likely kill her faster than usual if she kept this up. JJ silently prayed that they don't separate her from Reid. She could really use some of his reassuring knowledge at this point.
"Here!" Dale yelled as he threw her into another room. JJ was surprised that they were still in the basement. However the room was in fact more comfortable. There was a decent sized bed a couple of chairs and a bathroom. No kitchen, no windows. There was a little light streaming in from a small strip of glass. She guessed it was there so they can have some sort of sunlight.
She wondered where Spencer was, but she noticed that the bed moved and buried in the bed, barely visible from her angle was an unconscious Spencer. She quickly walked to him, but felt slightly dizzy as she sat on the bed. She noticed that their tormentors had given him an oxygen tank, and she was happy for that much. However, he wasn't using it. The door finally closed and JJ jumped. She didn't know that Dale had been staring at her the entire time.
She couldn't help but feel creeped out by the man's behavior. She wondered what Dale did to him, but she knew she wouldn't find out until Spencer woke up. Slowly she decided to sit on the floor. She made a mental note to check on Spencer every ten minutes just in case he needed the oxygen.
Garcia was rather excited with what she found. It wasn't much but it brought some hope.
Her and Morgan ran into the room and quickly, they had all the profilers' attention.
"Turns out that our red-head isn't a red-head," Garcia said. "She was under disguise, which was not good for me since I don't know what she really looks like BUT I created a really cool program and it's just going to rock your socks! It's going to focus her facial features and try to build a similar face and I may be able to see if there are people in the system that match up with these facial features and you know I can do my computer stuff and we may have this girl!" Garcia smiled brightly. Hotch didn't smile which was expected but Emily and Rossi did give her good-jobs.
"Also, Garcia was able to track the van. It belonged To a 92-year-old woman named Edna Lloyd. She's still alive and I called her and questioned about the van. She said a sweet young girl asked to borrow the van and brought it back an hour ago," Morgan said raising an eyebrow. "That has to be her."
Hotch nodded in thought. "Okay, Rossi you and Morgan head over to Edna's house. See what you could find. Emily I'll work with you on the letter. Garcia, I want you to dig through Reid's life. I want every single detail you can find," Hotch ordered. Garcia gasped in shock. "I can't do that," She said while shaking her head. "Yes you can and that's an order," Hotch demanded. He knew she wouldn't want to do it and he didn't want to have to resort to Kevin to getting the job done. "But I'm invading his privacy," Garcia whispered tearfully. "I know, but if it saves his life then we do it. Not to mention they have JJ as well," Hotch said. Reluctantly Garcia nodded and travelled off to her office. Hotch got curious glances from both Morgan and Emily, but knew Rossi would explain everything to Morgan. Hotch will explain the situation to Emily.
"Rossi believes that Reid is the connecting piece of this entire story. Why and which part? We need to figure out," Hotch stated and Emily nodded. She trusted Hotch and she knew that this was the most logical way they could go about it. They only had 18 hours left. They were not all that much closer to Reid and JJ. Emily unintentionally started picking at her nails.
"Okay, some of the words stuck out to us," Emily started. Hotch nodded for her to go on.
Chance, unconquerable soul, have given their hearts up to the play, unafraid finds and shall find me, master of my fate I am, and lastly captain of my soul I am," Emily recited off the list.
"It seems to me she's saying that Reid had signed up for this. This is her game, her rules, she's in charge, but Reid has 'given his heart up to play,'" Hotch said with a frown. "That what Rossi and I were thinking at first, but we can't be sure because most of the letter is gibberish," Emily said looking over the letter again.
"It's her game. It's her way of saying that she's in control. She knows that we wouldn't be able to just crack the letter in due time, but she make some parts easy for us. She allowed us to see what she wanted us too. The truth is in the rest of this letter however it'll take long enough for her to kill Reid and JJ and get away," Hotch said.
"Well, we have a long ways to go. You want me to bring you some coffee?" Emily asked. "We don't have coffee," Hotch reminded her. Emily sighed and shook her head. "You want some tea?" She asked. Hotch couldn't help but smile at her slight sarcasm. "That'll do," He replied and Emily went off to fetch the decaf tea.
Morgan and Rossi drove straight for Edna's house. Rossi had briefed Morgan on what he suspect about Reid. Morgan wasn't all that pleased, however he couldn't deny the possibility. He decided to believe that Reid was unknowingly forced into this woman's fantasy.
They pulled over and Morgan was out of the SUV heading towards the house, Rossi wasn't too far behind. Morgan knocked on the door gently, so not to startle the old lady. The door opened revealing a meek old woman with kind green eyes. "Are you that man I talked to on the phone?" She said with a small smile, her hands resting over her heart. "Yes ma'am, SSA Derek Morgan," He replied, "This is SSA David Rossi."
"Well aren't you two the cutest little boys ever," She smiled. Rossi slightly frowned. He could've sworn he had grey hair this morning. None the less, he accepted the compliment. "Thank you ma'am. You must be Edna Lloyd," Rossi said kindly. "The one and only in this house," She smiled. "Now, how can I help you two?" She asked. "Can we come in?" Morgan asked. "Oh yes!" She giggled.
She led them to an old couch where they both sat. "So, the woman who dropped off your van. Do you know what she looked like?" Morgan asked. "Yes, she had black hair and really pretty blue eyes. Around 5 feet 5 inches. There was a man with her. He seemed older, but maybe he was an older brother? Either that or a boyfriend, they didn't seem to show any affections," Edna smiled at the memory. Morgan looked at her in confusion. "Are you sure? Was she wearing a wig when she had black hair?" Morgan asked. "No she didn't have a wig on, and she is a really pretty girl. She's smart too," Edna gushed slightly. Morgan and Rossi shared a glance. "Would you mind coming down to the FBI Headquarters with us? We would like it if we got a sketch artist,," Rossi asked. "No, I don't mind. Anything else?" She asked. "May we see your van?" Morgan asked. "Yes, it's in the garage. Here are the keys," She said handing him the keys. "Thank you," Morgan said as he and Rossi walked towards the garage.
They walked towards the van in slight hesitation. Slowly, Morgan opened up the doors. He knew there was an automated button from the video, but he felt more in control this way. The looked into the car. It was spotless. They could smell light perfume as if that's the only sign of the woman. They could also smell another scent. The dubbed it to belong to Dale. Morgan sighed and turned to Rossi. "Well, that didn't help out much," Morgan said with a sigh. "We got a sketch. That's something," Rossi said with a small smile. "You're right. Maybe this will lead us to her and we can get Reid and JJ back by tonight," Morgan smiled. "That's the attitude," Rossi said as they walked back to Edna, who was ready to go. Soon the three of them headed over to the Bureau.
Hotch and Emily looked up as an angry woman stormed through the FBI Bullpen.
"Don't tell me to calm down!" She screamed. Hotch automatically got up, ready to see what all the havoc was about. Soon he was toe to toe with Diana Reid.
"You let someone take my baby!" She yelled fiercely. Hotch stood there unsure of how to react. "Someone was able to get near him and a colleague. They're together while we try to figure this out," Hotch said vaguely. "So you're saying someone kidnapped my baby and someone else and you don't know how to help them," She accused quickly. "How did you find out?" Hotch asked.
"Oh, you know a little birdie told me," She smiled crookedly. "Who?" Hotch asked. "I don't trust you with my secrets! The one time I tried and now my baby is gone! He told me with you guys he is safe! You manipulated him! Oh if my baby is dead I will chop you into pieces and feed you to piranhas and maggots!" She said in a clipped voice as she walked away from Aaron. Pinching the bridge of his nose he quickly followed Diana. "Mrs. Reid, listen if you can tell us who told you maybe we can find out who did it," Hotch said. Diana turned to him quickly and scowled. "You really want to know who told me?" Diana asked. Hotch nodded. "It would be helpful," He said. "Well, look outside your window," Diana said angrily. Hotch quickly walked to the window and he was surprised and angered at what he saw.
"What...the hell?" Morgan said as they pulled up to the entrance. Reporters and cameras were everywhere swarming the building. "This is not good," Rossi mumbled. "Let's go around back," Morgan suggested. They drove through the crowd and went to the back door. There were still a few reporters, but not as many as in the front. "I think the death of Dr. Phillips prompted this," Rossi said as he carefully got out the car and helped the older woman.
"Agents! Do you have any leads to who killed Dr. Phillps?"
"Did you know the two missing agents?"
"Is it true that one agent was under your supervis-
They shut the door behind them and quickly led Edna to a police sketch. Hotch approached Morgan and Rossi with an air of annoyance. "Did the reporters bother you?" Hotch asked quietly. Morgan and Rossi shared a glance and nodded. "If you think the back was bad, check out the front," Rossi said as he made an exasperated expression.
"Diana Reid found out about Reid's disappearance. She's not handling it too well," Hotch murmured. "Well of course not, that's her only son and she found out from the news. Wait until Alex and Will find out about this. Then we are going to have too many people on our case. It's going to be distracting," Morgan said looking around the bullpen. "All we need is Strauss complaining about that next," Rossi said.
The all shook their head and Hotch went back to Emily. Rossi and Morgan waited for the sketch to be done.
After a good fifteen minutes, Edna was complete. Rossi and Morgan looked at the sketch and quickly headed towards Garcia's lab.
"I'm doing the best I can! This is not easy or fun!" Garcia shouted as she spun around in her chair. Morgan automatically held up two hands in retreat and Garcia nodded. "We need you to look up a woman that may look like this," Morgan said. "Vague, you couldn't narrow it down to a name?" Garcia asked as she began typing on another one of her keyboards. "Sorry Mama, but we are lucky to get this much. She may be the one holding Reid, and you wouldn't have to keep digging through his life," Morgan said with a charming smile. "Well, my Adonis, I hope you're correct," Garcia said with a half-smile. She won't be happy until she brings her babies home.
"Were you able to give us anything on Reid?" Rossi asked causing Garcia's half smile to turn back into a frown. "I have some recent stuff, I was starting with every detail after the Hankel case. Then if you needed more I was going to add every detail from his first day at the bureau. Then if-" "Okay, Garcia I got it. You're doing it your way in order to at least buy him some time for his privacy. I get it. Thank you. We will inform you if we need more," Rossi chuckled. He knew if he didn't stop her now, she would go in detail of her plan to try and save Reid's file.
Morgan chuckled and they both headed out of Garcia's office.
Reid woke up emitting a soft groan. He couldn't understand why the man hated him so much. He never met the man. He slowly rolled over and gasped in the slight pain it caused.
"You okay?" Some one asked a little to close for his comfort. He jumped slightly and looked to his left where JJ was staring at him. "JJ! You couldn't be less.. weird when someone wakes up?" Spencer complained. "You poked me as your way to wake me up," JJ pointed out. "But I wasn't all in your personal space," He pouted. JJ giggled slightly. "Well, we're even because being poked is an annoying way to be awakened," JJ smiled. Spencer looked at her, this time closely.
"What the... Did that man hit you?" Spencer asked sitting up, ignoring the fire as it spread through his nerves.
"What? Oh," JJ said remembering how Dale got upset when she'd make certain remarks.
"JJ," Spencer said staring at her. She could tell all the lightness in his voice was gone from the moment he noticed her bruised cheek.
"It's not that bad Spence," JJ tried to say to calm him down.
"Not that bad? Seriously JJ, not that bad? There are so many things wrong with your statement," Spencer said starting to drag himself out of the bed.
"Wh-where are you going?" JJ asked automatically helping him support his weight. "I'm going into the bathroom and I'm running some ice cold water on a piece of fabric and I'm placing that fabric on you face," Spencer said as if he's talking to a two-year old. "Spence, I'm alright really," JJ said not willing to let him go. "You're as fine as I am," Spencer snapped. JJ was rather shocked at his whole change in attitude. "Why are you so mad?" JJ asked.
"Why aren't you mad? I don't care what his pathetic life story is, you don't hit a woman. It's fucki- It's common sense," Spencer said reeling in the rest of his anger as he began limping towards the bathroom. JJ was frozen in her spot. She's seen Reid in a lot of ways, but this? She's never seen him this angry. She thought it was literally impossible. She heard water running and she quickly found her legs again. "Spencer you shouldn't be walking," JJ said in a motherly tone. "Someone has to take care of you, since you won't," Spencer snapped.
"Well what the hell was I supposed to do? Punch him back? Cry about it? I mean we are kidnapped and I think that's my main worry right now. Not to mention who's going to take care of Henry? Will has a job and you're certainly not one to talk. You refuse to take care of yourself!" JJ said angrily placing her hands on her hips.
"JJ, you think I don't take care of myself? I do so to the best of my abilities. I don't understand why every time something terrible happens to me I'm treated like a baby. So what if I die? It's certainly not the end of the world. Life goes on. You on the other hand need to take care of yourself because you have a son who is going to need you for the next 18 years. Did you know that a simple blood clot from that punch could travel through your bloodstream causing you to have a heart attack or stroke? That's called DVT or deep-vein thrombosis. JJ, I don't just panic for no reason. I know these things and I don't expect you to start crying. I just expect you to not accept it," Spencer finalized as he gently dabbed her bruised face with the wet cloth. She didn't speak. She decided to give him a chance to cool off. Truly Spencer always took her injuries to the deadliest level, but she knew he meant well. He was just proving his point.
He continued to administrate the cold watered cloth, and eventually he sighed.
"I'm sorry," Spencer said quietly. This automatically caught JJ by surprise. "What?" She asked.
"I'm sorry for getting upset with you like that. I was just being-"
"Overprotective?" JJ suggested, finishing his statement. Spencer nodded. "Yeah," He said quietly. "It's okay, Spence. I'm sorry too. I think I was trying to act as if it didn't really happen. I mean, I tried to deflect my injuries by pointing out yours. Also, I'm sorry for accusing you of not taking care of yourself as well," JJ said softly.
"You were sort of right, though. I do ignore my injuries and lack at self-care. I've always done that so, I figured that it wouldn't make a difference now. However you like to give people carrots as gifts, so maybe that should've been a hint," Spencer said as he pursed his lips in thought.
"Hey! I don't give people carrots!" JJ said with a shocked smile.
"You're right, I got an eggplant," Spencer said raising an eyebrow.
"It was purple," JJ said with a shy shrug.
"Despite the color, can we go back to being friends now?" Spencer asked with a shy smile. JJ just wanted to hug him.
"Oh, we were never not friends," JJ said as she gave in to temptation and hugged him.
"Actually we weren't friends until after I joined the bureau and started talking to you," Spencer corrected as he returned her embrace.
"Don't ruin the moment Spencer," JJ said as she finally released him.
"But I have too," Dale smirked as he walked into the room.
A/N: I'm always posting at least one chapter at midnight! More comfort in this chapter I believe. I'm trying to add more to the team dynamic (because I've totally been skipping their main characteristics)
So yea.. Dale is pretty... Aggressive... and as you can see he ain't showing JJ no mercy. Reid was slightly OOC but that's because he got PO'd and Reid rarely gets mad on the show.. Except for like that one guy in season five who was shocking her daughter and giving her toys to make up for what he did. And then in Season 7 when he was all grrrr at JJ and Emily about the whole lying thingggg... I didn't wanna make him go all Morgan, soo he was more like a chivalrous PO'd. (I think I'm going on this a bit too much)
Wanted to show a bit of Hotch and Emily, because they were pretty close in the show.. She is the Linguistics expert show that's why she got stuck with the letter.
anywhooozzzzz what's going down with Dale!?
Is the team going to finally get a true lead!?
Until later chapters... We shall find out!