Author's note: ready for chapter three? There's action at the end of this chapter, so please stick through the necessary quote on quote "boring" bits that I need to put in in order for my story to actually resemble the show ;) thanks again to all my readers for sticking with me this long! You guys rock, and I guess it means I don't actually suck at writing :D.
[Again, I unfortunately do not own criminal minds or any of its characters (which might be a good thing come to think of it, otherwise every episode would just be Reid, although, would that really be bad?)]
Okay, let's get started.
It took Amy Stevenson's fiancé, Matt Harmon, twenty seven seconds to answer the door. When he did, his long blonde hair was sticking up everywhere, his already fair complexion was near white and his bright, blue eyes were dulled with red puffiness.
"Hi Mr. Harmon." Reid's heart immediately went out to the clearly devastated man. "My name is Doctor Spencer Reid, I'm with the FBI. You spoke to my team's technical analyst earlier today regarding my visit."
"Yeah," his voice was broken and depressed, exactly like Reid's after Maeve died, "I remember her."
"I just have a few questions about Amy; do you think you could answer them for me?"
"Yeah." He moved out of the doorway. "Come in." spencer nodded in thanks as he stepped through the door. The house was surprisingly neat for a man who just lost the love of his life, but that was likely due to Harmon lying in bed sulking. "Can I get you anything?"
"No, I'm fine thank you." Reid didn't want to impose more than he had to, so he just followed Harmon to the family room in the back of the house. Harmon gestured for Reid to take a seat and, once the agent was comfortable, sat down across the table form him in an identical armchair. "I am so sorry for your loss." Reid poured sincerity into every word. "Can you just tell me a bit about Amy? What she liked to do, places she liked to go, anything she did on a regular schedule will help."
"Okay," the saddened man in front of Spencer took a deep, shaking breath before answering. "Well, she was always going to photo shoots and had a pretty irregular schedule. Her agent could call at any time for her to drop everything and go. The only thing I can think of that she did on a regular schedule is go to the spa. She got facials, hair extensions, eyelash extensions, tans, manicures, anything to 'improve' her appearance. Oh, and jogging. She went for a ten mile run every third day."
"So Amy was very conscious of her appearance and other's perception of her?"
"Yes. It was one of the things she cared most about."
"Okay that helps a lot. Could you do me a favor and tell me about the last time you saw her before she was taken?"
Another shaking breath escaped Harmon's lips. "Uh, yeah. Okay. It was her spa day. We woke up around nine thirty and had breakfast; pancakes. I don't know if that's relevant, but-"
"Almost everything is."
"Okay. Well we had our pancakes, did the dishes and then she left. Her appointment is always at ten thirty. She was always done and home by one thirty, so when I saw it was two thirty and she hadn't called or texted, I tried to reach her but I couldn't." Reid saw tears brimming in Matt's eyes.
"It's okay." Reid soothed. "Take your time. I know how hard this is."
"Do you?" Matt Harmon's words were without malice, but drenched with sadness and fear and edged with anger. "Do you know what I'm going through? Do you know what it's like to have the person you love taken away from you by the hands of somebody else?" Harmon buried his face in his hands and sobbed quietly.
Reid nearly grimaced as he thought of Diane Turner. "Yes, I do." Harmon looked up, incredulous to what he just heard. Reid continued. "The woman I loved was taken hostage and I wasn't able to save her. I was right in front of them and I couldn't stop Maeve from getting shot."
"I'm sorry… I-I didn't know." Harmon stuttered.
"How could you? Thank you for the condolences. Do you think you could finish telling me about that day now?"
"Yes, yes. So when she didn't answer I went to the spa. Her car was there, but she wasn't. So I called the police and filed the missing person report."
"Okay. I just have one more question for you. Do you think you can handle that?"
Harmon rubbed his hands along his thighs and nodded, sniffling. "Yes."
"Did you or Amy notice any strange cars or unfamiliar people hanging around your neighborhood? Was there any sensation of being followed for the past couple of weeks?"
"No. well, I didn't notice anything strange. Amy didn't say anything; I think she would have. Why do you ask?" genuine curiosity lined his voice.
"Because for this unsub to know when Amy would be alone, he would have had to stalk her for quite some time to figure out her routine. Did you receive any odd phone calls, maybe the person on the other end hung up shortly after you said hello?"
"No, none of that. I'm certain she would have told me if she thought someone was following her."
"Okay." The corner of Reid's mouth twitched down slightly, he needed to talk to Hotch about the unsub. The young genius was almost certain he knew what the unsub was doing to his victims, but he needed Hotch's information on Mallory Campbell before he jumped to conclusions. "I should, be going." The two men rose. "Thank you so much for your time, I know how hard that was."
"Well, I'll do anything to help you find the bastard that killed my Amy." Malice was thick in Harmon's voice as he led spencer back through the house and opened the front door.
"And I assure you that we are doing everything we can to find him before he hurts anyone else." The men nodded to each other before Reid stepped down the porch steps.
"Dr. Reid?" Spencer swiveled around, nearly tripping over his own feet as he did. "Thank you. And I'm sorry about Maeve."
"Thank you." A ghost of a smile played on Reid lips. "When we catch this guy, you'll be the first to know." Harmon nodded and closed the front door, peeking out the window as he passed by, catching a glimpse of the young agent getting into his SUV and waving with a small smile. He was grateful that such an intelligent, empathetic man was working on this case.
Reid climbed into the SUV, lightly tapping his head on the interior again. He started the vehicle and called Hotch, using the Bluetooth speaker and setting his cellphone in the cup holder. Pressing gently on the gas, he pulled away from the curb and up the slight incline.
Hotch answered after two rings, "Reid. What did you find out?"
"Amy only had one activity constantly booked in her schedule, and that was the spa. Every second Saturday at 10:30 am. The unsub abducted her in the parking lot on her way out."
"That was a lot like Mallory. She only attended school on a regular basis." Reid listened, but noticed a stop sign up ahead and released the gas, slowing the SUV as he passed over the top of the ark. "She was easily charmed and he probably picked her up curbside on the way home, luring her with a ruse."
"Sounds logical, but that would mean our unsub is young, or appears that way." The stoplight 100 yards away turned yellow and spencer took his foot off the gas again. "Hotch, was Mallory concerned about her appearance?"
"Well, every eighteen year old girl is concerned about their appearance." Reid pressed the brake as he approached the red light, but the vehicle didn't slow. "But if you mean abnormally obsessed with doing everything humanly possible to make herself more physically attractive, then yes."
"Hotch…" Reid's voice was scared as the SUV flew down the hill, not slowing even when he slammed the brake so hard he thought the pedal might go through the car floor. He quickly switched on the siren and lights to alert any traffic among him to let him through; he did to want to cause a wreck.
"Reid what's wrong?" he flew through the red light, luckily no one else was in the intersection. This was a fairly secluded area.
"Get Garcia to track my cell phone." Reid was trying desperately not to let a scream escape his lips as he barrelled towards a sharp corner he knew he wouldn't make.
"Why? Reid. What's happening?"
"Someone cut my brakes. Hotch, the unsub," the corner came closer and faster and Reid forced himself to open his eyes, talking a mile a minute, but still not able to get the words out as the SUV sped off the road "he takes-" Reid twisted the steering wheel as hard to the left as he could, swerving to a crashing halt against the treeline of the small forest, a map of which he hadn't bothered to memorize.
The sound of impact and glass smashing came through the phone, causing Hotch's eyes to widen. "Reid? Reid! REID!" the call disconnected shortly after the crash.
Reid heard Hotch's voice through the phone, but it sounded distant. The young agent realized a moment later that the muffled tone of the voice was caused by the airbag he was slouched on. His head ached, so he instinctively reached for his temples, but his fingers slid off of his left one and came away red. His vision was darkening, but he didn't miss the voice. Not Hotch's coming through the phone anymore, but a new voice, gruff and all around terrifying.
"Hello, Spencer." was the last thing Reid heard before he blacked out and the unsub completed phase two of his task.
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