We Hope To Hear From You
"Holy mother of Jesus Christ!" Morgan exclaimed, getting the intentional giggles he intended with the pun.
"It's the Priest!" JJ finally stated the obvious.
"JUDAS PRIEST!" Garcia said, far louder than she would have wanted. Everyone got the joke except Doctor Reid, who had absolutely no idea that Judas Priest is a metal band.
Reid was lost in thoughts, though. He knew he had to talk to Emily as soon as possible. She was a catholic pregnant woman. She was probably the next victim. He had no time for fun and games.
"Guys, I need, like, twenty minutes to solve a very important problem." He simply said, avoiding eye contact with any of them.
"What can be more important than arresting a serial killer?" Prentiss asked, looking like she wasn't pleased at all with Reid's decision of leaving, especially now that they had finally figured everything out and had to get moving in order to arrest the priest.
"I'll be back before you catch him, really!"
And before he had anyone's blessing to leave, he ran out the door faster than he had ever ran in his entire life.
"Emily!"
He pressed the doorbell frenetically over and over again, and called out for her.
"EMILY!"
He got absolutely no response. Just silence. A worrying horrific silence.
He then tried to call her cell phone several times but the call would always get rejected. She was either mad at him or...
"FUCK!" It was probably the first time ever that Spencer Reid said a curse word. That's how angry and desperate he was right there. Standing by the door, no one answered; his phone calls getting turned down; no idea where she could be.
Okay, I'm Emily. Where would I be right now?
He started thinking like Morgan. It didn't work.
He then decided he would search for the priest. If he got him, he would be able to save her, too. If there was still an Emily to be saved...
He hesitated. He wasn't fond of churches. He thought of Emily's bright orange hair and big eyes. He thought about the child she was carrying. His child. Baby Reid. Then he got the courage to stomp in the church, only to find out it was completely empty.
His own cell phone rang. It was Hotch. He didn't want to answer. He just wanted to find Emily safe and sound. He had no idea where she was. He couldn't think. His 187 IQ super brain was collapsing. His entire body was collapsing. He felt hot, then frozen. He saw the church spin around him, Jesus Christ dancing, all the saints twirling around his head.
Spencer Reid fell to the ground, with a harsh dry sound.
"Spence?"
It was a female voice. A female voice he knew too well.
"Jenny?"
His voice was weakened and he had a major headache, but other than that, he seemed pretty okay.
"Morning, sleeping beauty!"
He knew that voice, too. And that sarcasm. And that dark skin.
"Hi Morgan."
He tried waving his hand, but he could barely feel his arm.
"Well, you were doing more important things, but while you were at it, we found our criminal, arrested him and saved the damsel in distress. If you care..." Morgan said, ironically, still mad at the fact that Reid had left.
"Is Emily okay?!" He asked suddenly, getting at least half of his strength back.
"She is, kind of. The girl got stabbed four times in the abdomen and still managed to survive. She's tough!"
Spencer smiled to himself. At least she wasn't dead.
"The baby, however, didn't make it." Morgan curled the tip of his lips down. Reid did the same. His baby was dead. So much for the plans of raising that unholy child the best he could.
"Well, the girl's going to survive. That's the most important..."
He tried convincing himself it was okay. It wasn't, though. It would be.
"We're flying back to Quantico tomorrow." Hotch announced. "We're finally going home."
Everyone smiled. Except for Reid. He wanted to see Emily again and give her one last kiss. But if he did that, everyone would know he was emotionally and sexually involved with her and he would get suspended, or even fired from the FBI. He was far too rational to loose his job upon something as simple as a kiss.
The only thing he left her was a yellow rose, with a note saying merely
The BAU team wishes you the best. Get well soon. We hope to hear from you.
Love,
Spencer Reid.
"It's the Priest!" JJ finally stated the obvious.
"JUDAS PRIEST!" Garcia said, far louder than she would have wanted. Everyone got the joke except Doctor Reid, who had absolutely no idea that Judas Priest is a metal band.
Reid was lost in thoughts, though. He knew he had to talk to Emily as soon as possible. She was a catholic pregnant woman. She was probably the next victim. He had no time for fun and games.
"Guys, I need, like, twenty minutes to solve a very important problem." He simply said, avoiding eye contact with any of them.
"What can be more important than arresting a serial killer?" Prentiss asked, looking like she wasn't pleased at all with Reid's decision of leaving, especially now that they had finally figured everything out and had to get moving in order to arrest the priest.
"I'll be back before you catch him, really!"
And before he had anyone's blessing to leave, he ran out the door faster than he had ever ran in his entire life.
"Emily!"
He pressed the doorbell frenetically over and over again, and called out for her.
"EMILY!"
He got absolutely no response. Just silence. A worrying horrific silence.
He then tried to call her cell phone several times but the call would always get rejected. She was either mad at him or...
"FUCK!" It was probably the first time ever that Spencer Reid said a curse word. That's how angry and desperate he was right there. Standing by the door, no one answered; his phone calls getting turned down; no idea where she could be.
Okay, I'm Emily. Where would I be right now?
He started thinking like Morgan. It didn't work.
He then decided he would search for the priest. If he got him, he would be able to save her, too. If there was still an Emily to be saved...
He hesitated. He wasn't fond of churches. He thought of Emily's bright orange hair and big eyes. He thought about the child she was carrying. His child. Baby Reid. Then he got the courage to stomp in the church, only to find out it was completely empty.
His own cell phone rang. It was Hotch. He didn't want to answer. He just wanted to find Emily safe and sound. He had no idea where she was. He couldn't think. His 187 IQ super brain was collapsing. His entire body was collapsing. He felt hot, then frozen. He saw the church spin around him, Jesus Christ dancing, all the saints twirling around his head.
Spencer Reid fell to the ground, with a harsh dry sound.
"Spence?"
It was a female voice. A female voice he knew too well.
"Jenny?"
His voice was weakened and he had a major headache, but other than that, he seemed pretty okay.
"Morning, sleeping beauty!"
He knew that voice, too. And that sarcasm. And that dark skin.
"Hi Morgan."
He tried waving his hand, but he could barely feel his arm.
"Well, you were doing more important things, but while you were at it, we found our criminal, arrested him and saved the damsel in distress. If you care..." Morgan said, ironically, still mad at the fact that Reid had left.
"Is Emily okay?!" He asked suddenly, getting at least half of his strength back.
"She is, kind of. The girl got stabbed four times in the abdomen and still managed to survive. She's tough!"
Spencer smiled to himself. At least she wasn't dead.
"The baby, however, didn't make it." Morgan curled the tip of his lips down. Reid did the same. His baby was dead. So much for the plans of raising that unholy child the best he could.
"Well, the girl's going to survive. That's the most important..."
He tried convincing himself it was okay. It wasn't, though. It would be.
"We're flying back to Quantico tomorrow." Hotch announced. "We're finally going home."
Everyone smiled. Except for Reid. He wanted to see Emily again and give her one last kiss. But if he did that, everyone would know he was emotionally and sexually involved with her and he would get suspended, or even fired from the FBI. He was far too rational to loose his job upon something as simple as a kiss.
The only thing he left her was a yellow rose, with a note saying merely
The BAU team wishes you the best. Get well soon. We hope to hear from you.
Love,
Spencer Reid.
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