"Come on Hotch." I sighed. "I'm allowed back on duty tommorow and you guys will already be on a case." I locked my eyes with his, desperate to show him how much I needed to join.
"Creed." He stared blankly at me as I scanned his face. Hotch has always been hard to read, especially for me. I respect his authority, well most of the time. "Fine." He eventually gave in.
"Thank you sir." I smiled and left his office, walking back to join the team at our desks. "Free to fly." I placed my go bag on my empty desk. Emily smiled at me across the way.
"Then let's go." She grabbed her bag and I did the same as we walked side by side to the elevator.
Spencer followed behind us, keeping his head down. "Everything okay?" I turned to face him as the elevator dinged and the three of us got it in it.
"Yep." He exaggerated the word as he kept his head down. Reid was obviously upset yet I didn't know why. I was receiving the cold shoulder since we last spoke and he found out around my mom.
I kept my eyes looking up to him as he continued to refuse eyecontact. "You can talk to me Spence." I spoke softly.
"Yeah? Like how you talk to me?" He spoke sassily and the elevator dinged. He immediately sprinted away from us like we had the plague.
I turned to Emily with a pout as we slowly followed behind him. "Do you happen to know what I did wrong?"
Her hand gently but purposefully grazed mine as we walked. "I don't. Try talking to him if you guys are ever together."
"Well that seems easier said then done." I sighed as the jet came into our feild of view, Spencer had already caught up with Morgan as they boarded it. "And it'd be a lot easier if I had any fucking clue of what I did."
"You'll figure it out." She gently placed her hand on my lower back, rubbing it softly before quickly pulling away. "Don't stress too much about it."
I nodded as we walked up the steps and onto the jet, we sat next to each other with her on the outside. "So are you actually ready for this case?" She whispered in my ear.
"More than." I grabbed the file and went through it again.
There were two seperate families slaughtered in California and Arizona. Both having a teenage son and younger daughter. The victims were all shot with their fathers gun, having law enforcement assuming it was their doing. I held the images of the families side by side as my eyes flicked between them.
"Do you see what I do?" I asked Emily as I placed the images of the fathers next to each other. I watched as she picked up the photos and examined them closely. "They have the same facial symmetry. The right eye is slightly lower than the left."
She squinted trying to find what I did. "I don't see it."
"She's right." Spencer said from across the jet, drawing lines on the photo to further prove the point. Not 'You're right', he said 'She's right' like I'm not even here. Petty.
"So the connection is the fathers." Rossi spoke as he joined us and stared at the photos himself. Hotch and JJ boarded the jet behind him before he signaled to the pilot we could take off.
The jet began shaking as it started to take off and Emily firmly grabbed my knee. I turned to face her confused when I saw her eyes closed and lips sucked in. "I didn't know you were scared of flying." I whispered in her ear.
She turned to face me, keeping her eyes locked in mine. "I just hate turbulence." She whispered back. I gave her a small smile before placing my hand ontop of hers on my knee and squeezing it tightly. She smiled back before the turbulence stopped but she kept her hand firmly on my knee.
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Fatalist -e.p.
Fanfictionfatalism- the belief that all events are predetermined and therefore inevitable. Raelynn Creed always believed secrets belonged in their box, no matter how painful it was to keep it inside. Life was hard enough as is, she didn't need everybody looki...