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Reid stared into the interrogation room. Cles sat staring back at him, his expression still blank. Despite turning into their number one suspect in so short of time, he acted as though nothing had occurred. He just sat. However, Reid had been watching him long enough. He could see every muscle twitch, every sudden convulsion, every spurt of foot tapping. Although he pretended to be unfazed by the abrupt turn of events, Reid knew he was nervous. To what extent, however, Reid couldn't tell.

"Reid." The young agent looked up when his name was called. Hotch walked into the room and closed the door behind him. "Has he asked for anything? Said anything?"

"If he had I would have had to come for you." Reid didn't tear his eyes away from the window, nor did he glance away from Cles to look at Hotch. His arms rose and he crossed them in front of his chest. "Why are you really here?"

Hotch sighed and stood beside him against the long table on the opposite side of the viewing window. "Something's bothering you," Hotch stated, not bothering to pose it as a question. He didn't need to be a profiler to tell that something had been bothering Reid all day. "What's wrong?"

"We're working." Reid stated flatly. Hotch caught the way he clenched his fists around his arms.

"Spencer," Hotch murmured, brushing his arm against Reid's. He felt the way Reid tensed. Hotch stared into his lover's profile. He admired the way Reid's face sloped over his slender nose and over round, full lips that parted slightly to allow the man to sigh. Hotch caught the way Reid's shoulders slumped as he silently admitted defeat. "What's wrong?"

"Cles, this case, every case we've ever worked," Reid stated. His arms dropped to his side and Hotch noticed how tight Reid balled up his fingers into fists. "Something that Cles said has been nagging at me all day. Things just happen. You can't explain them. He's a genius like me so I'm sure he's aware of the various explanations that exist for explaining how things 'just happen.'" Reid stopped and took a deep breath. He added a snide intonation with the last two words and realized just how annoyed he'd been with the young man's words. "I don't know what made him say that, but I feel like he should know better. And I don't know what's making me so mad about it. Is it because I feel like he short sided me and thinks I'm too stupid to understand what he wanted to say? Is it because he's so nonchalant about this whole thing? I don't know and it's making me more on edge."

"Spencer, this is the first case we've had where a suspect was just as smart as you are," Hotch stated firmly. "Maybe he's not used to having someone speak to him on his level and he just acted as he always did. Perhaps the reason he's acting so calm is because he wants us to think it's not him. Or maybe it's because it is. I'll let you talk to him first alright? Just don't take your frustrations out on him."

Reid looked up at Hotch and relaxed. "Alright, thanks." He smiled sheepishly and looked up at him. "Can I have a hug first?"

Hotch grinned and slid his arms around Reid's body and embraced him tightly to his chest. Reid's long arms wrapped around Hotch's waist. They hugged lingeringly and pulled away with their hands still brushing over suit and sweater. "Go on, Spencer. If anyone can crack him, you can."

Reid smiled and reluctantly slipped his arms away from Hotch and picked up the folders that had rested on the table behind him. He stepped out of the room and shut the door. Hotch looked up at the glass, expression stoic as he returned to his professional mode. Reid appeared on the other side with a click of the door opening.

Morgan sat with Adrik before him. He had entered and taken his seat and started looking over the files. Adrik waited. His features were strained as he tried to remain calm, but was clearly fretting beneath the surface. "Cles says you've read every one of his stories-."

"Is he alright?" Adrik asked immediately, his voice sharp. Morgan heard the tapping of the man's shoes on the floor. "What have you done with him?"

"He's fine. He's being interrogated in the next room-."

"Why? He's done nothing wrong," Adrik stated tersely, his calm shattering to protective and worried. He glared threateningly at Morgan with no regret or remorse.

"Can you be so sure?" Morgan asked, unfazed by Adrik's sudden change. He could understand the man's need to guard his love, but this was a murder investigation. Adrik and Cles were both suspects and right now, Adrik seemed more likely with his sudden mood swings.

"Yes. Cles would never lie to me or keep secrets and seeing as he hasn't commented on any late night excursions to killing people-."

"Well, Cles says you're a fan of his stories as well," Morgan continued from his initial point and looking over the notes before him. "Says you've read every chapter."

"Yes I have. He free writes and types up each chapter none stop until it's done or he's interrupted. Then he asks me to read over them to see if there are any spelling mistakes or run on sentences. He's gotten good at not making those mistakes, but sometimes there's one or two. Then he reads over it and posts it on his blog." Adrik relaxed as he talked. Morgan had seen that in suspects who had spoken their rehearsed piece correctly, but it was different. Adrik had gone from angry to calm as he spoke rather than at the end. Maybe the shock had worn off?

"Do you read them after they're posted?"

"Sometimes, if work is slow I go on the site and read." Adrik said with a shrug. "I've gotten through all but this last one because I usually only read his finished ones."

Morgan jotted down a few notes and looked up at him. "I've seen the way you look at Cles. That love and devotion is a rare thing nowadays. Perhaps you're a little too devoted? Did you know he had so many people reading his blog? Did you ever get jealous? Ever feel like he didn't pay enough attention to you and cared more about his writing? Did you ever-?"

"If you're implying that I would kill for Cles then you're right," Adrik said flatly. "I would. If someone threatened him." Adrik leaned forward and looked Morgan in the eye. "If someone threatened him, hurt him, whatever, I would not hesitate to kill them. However, Cles dislikes real violence. So no, I would not show my devotion through mimicking the murders he writes. That would only gain his dislike and distrust. I show my devotion to him every day and I don't worry about him straying. He shows his devotion as well. And no, I'm never starved for affection so I wouldn't pine for it."

Morgan felt a chill try to run up his spine, but stopped it. Never had he heard such a firm, fervent, or honest confession. No one had ever looked him in the eye and said that they would kill without getting around it first. Adrik's blunt, straightforward answer left Morgan at a lost for words.

He looked over the notes before looking up at Adrik. "Says here you once described him as 'inhuman.'" Adrik looked down, his cheeks reddening. "I can understand. He does act like a sociopath. I'm surprised he has any positive feelings for anyone; especially considering how detailed he writes the murder scenes and the murder details. Not to mention his lack of reaction to receiving a head in the mail."

"Actually, the first time I called him inhuman was on our second anniversary." Adrik cleared his throat and blushed redder looking down at the shiny surface of the table. "We had had sex four times in a row and he wanted to go for five. I was exhausted, but he wanted more."

Morgan had flushed bright red at the mention of sex. Usually he was all for a good sex joke or a good one night stand, but for some reason the idea embarrassed him. Then he recalled the instance with Hotch and Reid and felt nausea run through him. He cleared his throat. "I see. You said the first time-?"

"The second and final time was during our first fight." Adrik sighed. "I don't even know what started it. Something on the news maybe, I just remember I was upset and confused over his lack of reaction. I was panicking over it and worrying myself into insanity over it and all he said was, 'Things happen. We can't explain them. They just happen.' He just acted like everything was fine, everything was normal."

"You said that was the second time, but the first was at your second anniversary. Wouldn't you have noticed those tendencies already?"

"I suppose," Adrik said with a shrug. "It didn't really bother me until then. I accused him of feeling nothing. I yelled at him for being uncaring and even not really loving me." Adrik held his hands in his head. "I just… I regret it every day. I've tried to forget about it. Cles has. Whenever he mentions my calling him 'inhuman' it's usually due to the first time."

Morgan nodded and looked back at his notes. He collected them and stood. Adrik looked up at him surprised, but Morgan shook his head. "I'll be back. Need anything?"

"Is Cles really alright?" Adrik asked automatically, his brows turned upwards in worry. "You're treating him well, right?"

"He's fine," Morgan said quietly and stepped out, closing the door quickly behind him.

"Seems all I do lately is talk to you, Dr. Reid," Cles said as the young agent sat across from him. "Granted that's due to a psychological phenomenon that says since you were the last person, other than Adrik, I talked to it just seems frequent."

"Yes, I know," Reid said as he opened up the folders and looked over the pages. "I too am counted as a genius."

"Indeed? Rare to find those these days," Cles said. He smiled wide. "I already knew. It's just hard getting out of the habit of dumbing down to have any sort of conversation."

"I can appreciate that," Reid said quietly. He looked up at Cles whose smile had disappeared. "There's something I want to ask you."

Cles raised an eyebrow. He nodded. "Alright. Go on then."

"Something you said has been bothering me. When we were talking about the head you just stood there and said things just happened, we can't explain them. What did you mean by that? You know as well as I do there are plenty of explanations for human nature, psychology, the natural world, but you just said we can't explain them."

"Well, certainly we have theories and laws telling us what to think is the answer to everything, but," he sighed and scratched the back of his neck. "Everyday things are disproven. We can't actually prove them right. They are only ever proven false. Freud's theories were once taken as gospel now we think of them as jokes. Einstein is being put through the ringer and yet we taught his ideas in schools for decades. Yes, I have read every theory on the human psyche; every law and theory based in physics, chemistry, and biology; everything ever written on possibly everything. I don't believe a word of it. I'd like to. Like to think that it was all the explanation I would ever need, but it's not. A man considered typical for so long snaps for no reason and kills the woman he loves and their children. A woman with no experience in sex turns into a nymphomaniac after one kiss. There's no reasoning behind it they just happen."

Reid stared at Cles. His expression had darkened with each word he spoke. He emitted negativity and a blackness Reid recognized well. "You're so young and yet you have such a dark view of the world."

Cles's gloom vanished and he smiled. "Yes, although you seem to be turning the tables on me." He chuckled and leaned forward. "Before you accused me of dumbing down for you and now you're doing the same thing to me. I've already told you that I detach myself from emotions and it lets me think clearly."

Reid nodded and looked at his notes. "Sorry."

"Don't apologize," Cles said with a wave of his hand. He had relaxed significantly since Reid entered the room. "You know, I wanted to be a profiler for much of my college career. It seemed fascinating being in a profession that used the mind to solve murders. Adrik says I'd be quite good at it. I'm a regular Sherlock Holmes." He smiled wider and laughed. "Do you enjoy it, Dr. Reid?"

"I do," Reid stated without hesitation. "It's fascinating as you said and it feels good to help people. Did you want to help people?"

"I never really thought of it. I suppose if I had gone into that line of work, then yes it would have become a priority, but it wasn't something I thought about." Cles leaned back. "Are you away from home a lot?"

"Yes. It's rare that we get a case near Quantico and we stay away a lot." Reid looked down at his notes. He began going over the questions he wanted to ask for the interrogation. He opened his mouth to speak.

"It must be nice then. Having a lover that travels with you, I mean."

Reid tensed and looked up at Cles. He hadn't changed positions, his expression was still neutral, and the observation conversational. Reid swallowed. "What do you mean?"

"You and the other agent with the darker hair are together, yes?" Cles asked still casual. Reid knew he didn't mean to pry or be rude, but it still frayed his nerves. Never had this come up and he and Hotch had promised to keep it a secret from others at work. They decided not to mention it. Yet, Cles knew.

"I- well," Reid swallowed and felt panic build up.

"You don't have to confirm or deny it. I understand, but it must be nice. Having that security, I mean."

"Yes, it is nice," Reid said without thinking. He looked up and caught the knowing look on Cles's young features. "How did you know?"

"I noticed," Cles said with a shrug. "I feel like, no matter what, anyone would notice to some degree. I know it's not obvious, but the way you look at each other. I can see all the love and care in his eyes when he looks at you. He looks at you every moment he can. And they way you look at him I see… it's sort of how Adrik looks at me and I hope I look back at him. Love. It's just so loving."

Reid looked down again and sighed. He could feel Cles staring at him. "I noticed something else about you, Dr. Reid." Cles stated making Reid looked up. Again the man's face was neutral. "You're worried you're like me. You have had these thoughts before, realizing that everything at some point contradicts everything else. You know all the facts, but also know that there are so many exceptions that it can't be true. I have all the makings of a serial killer. I'm sociopathic, I can write detailed accounts of violent ends without a second thought towards the humanity of the situation. However, you only factor in the things you want to. I also hate violence. I do show some empathy, as robotic as it might be. I am in love, despite all evidence to the contrary saying I cannot be. I have the emotions I avoid, I can just lock them away. This also reminds you of yourself.

"You've been through a lot, Dr. Reid. Not just through your job, but something more personal. Yet you got over it, probably with help from your lover. Before you ask me about my own family life, I'll tell you. Despite my previous statement, no my father never snapped and killed my mother, and my mother is not sex addict. I grew up in a very loving and supportive two parent household. I never did anything wrong so my parents never had to worry about me and their parenting was very lax. If I did something bad, they were disappointed, but when I did something good I was overly rewarded. As I said, a supportive home. Never have I looked back at my parents and thought I hated or disliked them. In fact, they live at the other end of the hallway from me. I'm very close to my parents and always have been and always will. They truly love each other and I never hated them for making us move to America. They welcomed Adrik as another son without hesitation even when he and I were still only friends. I'm grateful to them and they're care is probably why I'm not entirely anti-social."

Cles swallowed on his words at the end and looked at Reid straight on. He took a deep breath. "Now you're wondering why I'm telling you this. It's to give you more insight into me than just the emotionless person you're stuck into thinking I am. I can also tell you that you grew up with only your mother. You're father left you at a young age and you never forgave him. You're mother wasn't the greatest parent in the world, but you write her often showing you forgive her, but you want her not to be angry with you. How do I know this? The writing is an old tell-tale sign of a larger right hand. You type a lot, but if you also write a lot then there is a different in the size of your hands due to the different muscles used for each task. How did I know the father thing? Statistically, those that grew up without a father tend to be attracted to older men. You're mother not being a good parent, I wasn't entirely certain, but if you write her constantly that shows you want to put in more care towards communication then a simple phone call. Not many people would choose that route."

Reid stared at Cles. He tried to keep away his expression, but he could tell that Cles knew he was surprised and impressed. "You're right. I write my mother a letter every day. She lives on the other end of the country and I worry about her. She was the only parent I really had growing up, but she's schizophrenic. I could have had better, but I love my mother and I know it's not her fault. I had to put her in a psychiatric home so she would get the best care. I don't want her to be angry with me for what I did so I make sure I stay in touch with her."

"That's sweet," Cles said with an understanding smile. "Did you know about my family situation?"

"I must confess, we hadn't gotten that far, but I wouldn't have guessed that if you hadn't told me." Reid stated with a sigh. "You're right. I do suspect you because, if I didn't know any better, I would say you were a class one unsub, but I do know better. Habit makes me think that it should be you, but I know that it can't be. Yet there is very little explanation as to why it shouldn't be you. However, there is still a reason why you and Adrik are here. You had told me that the head in your story was sewn shut and eyes removed before the victim was killed. Well that's how the head you received was treated. You also told me that no one except Adrik and yourself read the chapter and the unsub hadn't deviated from one detail in the other murders."

"That's why he and I were arrested," Cles stated a small smile tugging at his lips. "I understand your suspicions, and I'm grateful that it is no longer due to my personality. Possibly the person doing it predicted I would write it like that. I don't know. All I can tell you is that I didn't murder him. I cannot stand violence and it's for that reason I know Adrik didn't do it either. He wouldn't do something I didn't like."

"We still have to explore every possibility."

"I understand," Cles swallowed. "How is Adrik? He hasn't started threatening the man interrogating him has he?"

"I don't know, but would he?" Reid asked thoroughly surprised.

"I suspect you had the other young agent, Morgan I believe, interrogate him." Cles stated with a sigh. "Seeing as Adrik is stronger and tougher than I am. And yes, if he thought I was in any danger he wouldn't hesitate. He can be a little rash when he's being protective."

"I can appreciate that as well."

Morgan walked into the interrogation room where Hotch stood. He noticed the small smile on their leader's lips, but decided to ignore it. "Sir, I finished with Adrik," he reported standing beside Hotch and watching the two geniuses on the other side of the glass. "Is Reid alright?"

"Yes, he's gotten a lot out of Cles," Hotch stated, his smile disappearing and being replaced by his professional impassiveness. "I can say I don't think either of them did any of the murders, but I still would want to know why the unsub murdered without knowing the whole story."

"Maybe he's spiraling?"

"It's too early for that, but perhaps without Cles's writings he's finally lost control completely," Hotch said with a sigh and shook his head. "We need to think of something else-."

The door opened suddenly, interrupting them. Garcia stepped quickly inside and walked straight up to Hotch. Her expression was carved in panic. "Sir, there's something that came up on the blog."

Chapter 7- End

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