Disclaimer: I do not own any of the TVD, TO, and Supernatural Characters. Sorry for the wait. Will be updating Unexpected soon. Thanks for the patience.
Hotch's POV
My team, except Morgan and Spencer, was sitting at a table in the County Sheriff's office . We was looking over the latest evidence from the latest victim.
"He is power assuring rapist. He met each of these girls. Girls most likely rejected his affections, sending him into a frenzy, raping and killing them." Emily said.
"Then the remorse develops. He crosses their arms over their arms, protecting their innocence." Rossi said, leaning against his hair. Morgan and Spencer walks into the room.
"We found our link!" Morgan exclaimed. Reid went over to the projector and turned it on.
"We interviewed all five families and search the victim's rooms. We found this picture with all the girls and others." Spencer explained. Morgan handed the picture over to Spencer, which he displayed on the projector.
"It turns out that the victims and others were in a chastity club." Morgan said. My phone started to ring. I looked at my phone. It was home office. Why would they be calling? I answered the phone. "Agent Hotchner." I said, stepping in the hall.
"Agent Hotchner, this Cady Ghiles. I was asked to get in touch with you. Do you know where is Dr. Spencer Reid? I can't locate him." She explained.
"He is currently with the team. Can I ask what this about?" I inquired, already wasting time with this woman. In the background, I heard a gasp, along with shuffling. Then, "GIVE ME THE PHONE!" Someone screamed.
"Hotch, this Garcia. Spencer needs to return back to Virginia, sir." Penelope sniffled. My frown deepened.
"Garcia, what is going on?" I asked.
"Its … it's about Elena. She was in a fatal car accident." Garcia started to wail. "Its all over the news, sir."
My throat tighten as I struggled to regain composure. "Are you telling me that she is dead, Garcia?" I asked.
"I checked her records about an hour ago and she was pronounced dead at 12:45 a.m." Garcia said. I rubbed my face, eyes glancing at Spencer through the glass. He was looking down at the reports, living in temporary happiness. I have notified family after family about deaths, but the fact I have to face Spencer. A whole another ball field. How can I look him in the eye?
"Hotchner? Are you still there?" Garcia asked.
"Yeah. Do you have anything on the investigation itself?" I questioned, taking control and turning away from the room.
"Yes. What the police have determined was that it was foul play. The security is quite gruesome." Garcia cried on the phone. "I just don't understand why would anyone do this to her?" Garcia stumbled over her words.
"Was any suspects apprehended?" I asked, walking into the men's room.
"They are currently chasing the men down right as we speak. They were tracked down to an abandoned warehouse that housed the two men. FBI is offering services if you wanted to know." Garcia explained.
"Keep me posted, Garcia." I said.
"Yes, sir. I have two plane tickets purchased for the next plane out to Virginia." She said.
"Thanks, bye." I said, hanging up my phone. I took a breath and stared at the exit. This was no different, but it was. It was personal and that makes it even worse. I walked out the bathroom and back to the conference room. I walked in and all eyes turned to me.
"Who was on the phone?" Rossi asked, without looking up from the crime scene photos.
"It was Garcia." I said simply.
"What did she have for us?" Morgan asked, still examining the picture as if the killer's name would pop out.
I felt a headache coming on strong. "I will explain later. Spencer?" I said. Spencer turned from the report and looked up.
"Yes?" He said.
"Can I speak to you in private?" Everyone tensed and stared at me. Spencer looked around the room He cuffed his hair behind his ear and got up from his seat. Morgan looked at me and mouthed "What's wrong?" He asked. I simply shook my head and followed Spencer out, closing the door.
Spencer did usual posture, standing up straight with his hands stuffed in his pocket, staring at me. "Spencer, Garcia just called me. It is about Elena." I said, gripping my hand into a fist, controlling my emotions.
Spencer eyes lit up when I mentioned Elena's name, making my gut twist in knots. "My phone been dead. I tried calling her around Eleven, but she must have been at work. I will call her when I'm done." Spencer said.
"Spencer… Elena was in a fatal car accident." I explained, waiting for the outburst. Spencer stared at me, before he started to shake his head, frowning.
"Fatal? That can't be possible! I talked to her yesterday! She is alive and healthy!" Spencer yelled. He marched past me and back into the room. I walked in after him.
"Derek, let me see your phone!" Spencer said, hand outreached. Derek looked between the two of us, hesitating. He finally unclipped his phone, handing it over Spencer, who fiercely opened it and dialing at the numbers hectically.
Rossi came over, pushing up his glasses. "What is going on?"
I rubbed my jaw. "Elena… she is dead." I said, avoiding eye contact.
"Pick up! Pick up! Please!" Spencer pleaded.
"Morgan, I need you to escort Spencer back to Virginia." I ordered Morgan.
"She is at the hospital, Hotch! She leaves her phone in locker sometimes. I'm going to call the hospital itself." Spencer said, getting flustered. He started to dial another number, then he put the phone to his ear.
"Hello, this is Dr. Spencer Reid. I'm looking for my wife, Elena Reid. She is a surgical nurse." Spencer rambled off.
He nodded his head, listening. "Yes, I can wait." Spencer said, pacing.
After a moment, Spencer continued to speak. "Hello. Yes, this is Dr. Spencer Reid. I'm calling to confirm that my wife is at work." Spencer said.
He grabbed the nearest swivel chair and slowly sat down as listened to the other person the line. His eyes glisten and his face crumpled into an intense frown.
I could tell he stopped listening as he froze. He handed the phone back to Derek. He grabbed Emily's laptop and turned it to himself.
"Spencer, don't do that to yourself. You do not want to those photos online. Let Derek take you back to Virginia." Rossi said.
Spencer shook his head, but continued to type on the computer. "I need to see this. I need to do this." Spencer whispered.
He hit 'enter' on the computer and we waited for him work through this on his own. He just kept sorting through the photos.
Every timid hot on the table became harder. His face glowed red as he stood abruptly stood, knocking everything off the table that was in sight. He ounces his fist into the table.
I came up from behind, locking his arms to his sides. He wiggled fiercely trying to break the hold. "GET OFF OF ME!" Spencer yelled to the top of his lungs. He tried throwing me off again by elbowing me but I held on.
"No, because you are hurting yourself. I'm sorry about Elena. I know it hurts, but we need to get you back to Virginia to Elena. Elena needs you." I said calmly. The fight left Spencer. I had to shift my weight to accommodate Spencer's slumped form.
" I can't!" Spencer wailed, covering his face.
I gripped his shoulder tighter. "Yes, you can. Your love will give you the strength." I said. I took a breath. "Listen, I'm going to let go and Derek is going to take you straight to the airport and take you to Virginia. Garcia is going to pick you up and take you anywhere you want to be. Are you ready?" I asked.
He nodded and I let go. He swayed on his feet for a bit but managed.
"Morgan, take Spencer to the airport. Try to get him something to help him sleep." I ordered, resuming my usual character. I felt in control. Morgan nodded and lead Spencer out the room. I turned back to the room.
"Poor, Spencer." Emily whispered, shaking out of shock.
"As much as I want to leave, we still have a killer to catch. So let's move efficiently and effectively." I said. I picked up the case file off the floor, hoping to clear my mind.