You Are Not Alone
We're born alone, we live alone, we die alone. Only through our love and friendship can we create the illusion for the moment that we're not alone.
- Orson Wells
- Orson Wells
"Emily..." Reid started, looking her in the eyes. He had always been good at making people feel good, he didn't know why. He didn't even try to, just the fact that he was there made her heart beat a little slower. In a metaphorical way, everyone says their hearts beat faster when they're around someone they fancy. Emily, however, isn't like everyone else. Her heart would race on a daily basis, she was always afraid or sad, deep down inside, as much as she tried to hide it with a smile and a song. Truth is, Emily was a miserable person. She just was good at hiding and trying to live her life like nothing could affect her and no one could touch her. She came off as an arrogant bitch with an attitude and a major ego for most people. Well, everyone, honestly. The only person who knew exactly who she was, was Nana Beth. But Nana didn't remember who she was most of the times. Nobody knew who Emily Anne Bronson truly was. She was all alone.
Even Aunt Daisy, whom had known Emily all her life, wasn't sure if her niece was the kind of person to be trusted. As much as they loved each other, which they did, Aunt Daisy found Emily a bit weird, and wasn't sure if she was a good girl. Her own aunt didn't trust her a hundred percent and thought she was kind of creepy.
"... You are not alone in this." Reid said, looking her in the eye. She didn't understand why he was talking to her that way. He barely knew her and she had acted like a stupid bitch to him before. She didn't know what this was supposed to be, either. This what? She just did not understand.
"What's going on?" She simply asked, unable to completely hide her true feelings of sadness. "What am I doing here?"
"We think that your father did not murder your mother." he said. She widened her eyes.
"What?" She asked, unable to believe what she had heard.
Her heart skipped a beat in there. Not in a good way, though. She felt her insides contorting, as if she had eaten bad food or something. Her stomach felt as if it was tied up in a blind knot, as if it was going to collapse, along with all of her internal organs. She remembered seeing guts in jars, at the Morgue, and wondered what her stomach would look like if it was literally tied up in a knot. Her blood froze and she felt a sudden heavy in her heart. Heavier than usual. Unbearable, almost. She wanted to cry.
"Yes, Emily..." he looked at her like he was speaking the complete truth. She looked confused, like she didn't know how to react. She couldn't just swallow such a piece of information that easily. She was forced to replay those words inside of her head, over and over again, like black and white re-runs that escaped from his mouth. "We have our reasons to believe that your mother's death was not caused by your father." He said that in a mysterious way, that made her feel even worse of a feeling confusion mess.
"What? What reasons?" She asked, completely frustrated for not being able to control herself. She didn't know whether to be happy, sad, angry... So she just acted plain aggressive towards Reid. Not physically, but verbally. She said that as if she was completely angry at Agent Reid, even though he was merely the messenger.
Thinking deeply about that, she didn't exactly see her father actually MURDERING her mom. All she saw was her mother's dead body, stabbed fifty-two times, mostly in the stomach, but also legs, inner thighs, chest and face. The stab wound that killed was the one that pierced through her liver, causing a massive internal bleeding. However, she was stabbed countless times post-mortem in all those other spots of her body, especially her belly. She didn't see her father there. She saw the bloody knife next to the body, it matched the wounds, so the criminologists assumed it was the murder weapon. Her father's fingerprints were all over it, so they assumed he was the murderer.
"Well, everyone just assumed your father did it based on solid evidence, right?" he asked. It was more of a rhetorical question. She just furrowed her brows in response. "But we have evidence that maybe it wasn't him."
"He's dead now. So why bother getting him rid of the guilt?" She said, pretending those news weren't comforting at all. They were, though. At least they gave her some closure, even though they didn't bring back neither her mother nor her father.
"Well, we also think he might not be dead." Reid smiled. She felt like smiling, too, but at the same time she felt like crying. also, she wasn't sure whether to believe him or not.
"Agent Reid..." she said, almost whispering, slightly smiling, looking him in the eye. "I don't exactly understand what you are saying, but..." she paused, intentionally. She wanted to find the right words. "...thank you. So much." He smiled back at her, looking somewhat confused. She was smiling herself to the point of almost crying, she could feel the tears forming in her eyes. She kept them from falling, though. She didn't want to cry in front of him.
He noticed her teary eyes, though, but didn't say a word. He just placed his hand on her, on top of the desk and smiled again.
"Thank you, Agent Reid." she repeated.
"You know, one day I might tell you why I'm doing this for you." he said, smiling at her. She nodded and smiled back. Lowering her eyes to their hands on the desk, she realized they were holding hands and got embarrassed, removing them from the desk.
She was curious. Why does this guy treat her like he's known her for years even though they only met a few hours ago? Why does he wanna help her? Why did someone go through the cold cases to find out that his mother might not have been murdered by her father?
"Well, that's all, Emily. We will contact you further on." He said, with his usual professional voice, breaking the loving moment where Emily almost felt safe around someone.
"Thank you, Agent Reid."
she got up, getting ready to walk out.
"oh, by the way, " he said, before she opened the door "just call me Dr. Reid, or Reid or, like, Spencer..." he smiled. She nodded and smiled back and then left.
Morgan was leaning on the wall, on the other side of the door.
"Agent Morgan, it'd be really nice if you could give me a ride back to my workplace...?"
To all the misguided ghosts, traveling endlessly.
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