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Spencer’s throat ran dry as the unsub stepped into the light, the faint flicker of the lamp hanging overhead illuminating his malicious smile and the dark outline of a gun wrapped around his fist. Spencer bit his lip hard enough to draw blood when his eyes travelled down the back of the gun to the front, as the deadly weapon was pointed directly at you.
The scene playing in front of him spurred Spencer to impatiently struggle with the locked door, his hands turning white as the locked metal door barely shook from his force. He groaned in frustration and released the door handle, his teeth gritting in anger, furious at himself for not being able to protect you and furious at you for insisting that you needed to go alone, then proceeding to lock the door when he attempted to follow you.
Spencer checked his phone for what felt like the hundredth time, only to be met with the same message again: NO SERVICE. He hopelessly looked back at the dark, empty hallway behind him and prayed that the rest of the team would find their way here as soon as possible. A sudden scream caused him to rip his eyes away from the phone to the window, his heart starting to beat at an impossibly fast pace upon seeing the man now holding the gun to a hostage’s head. The woman in his grip sobbed, her entire body shaking in fear as her bare legs scratched the surface of the harsh cement floor.
Despite the situation, Spencer noted that you looked completely calm- emotionless. Placid. Bored, almost. He didn’t think you would do anything until you suddenly opened your mouth, your lips forming words that he couldn’t read. Spencer cocked his head to the side, confused.
What the hell were you trying to do?
You lazily watched as the man switched his gun with a razor sharp blade from his pocket, the sharp metal now being traced around the hostage’s neck. The knife caused small crimson drops of blood to appear across the hostage's pale white skin when the unsub pressed down, causing the woman to sob louder in fear. Her loud whimpers and sobs were distracting, but it didn’t miss your eyes that every time she let out a verbal sign of distress, the man grinned wider in elated joy.
A clear misogynist. Was bullied and abused by female figures all his life, youngest child with two older sisters, so he was never in a position of power and the females in his life were always more superior than him. Deeply infatuated with violence and blood. Prone to sudden changes in mood and physical/verbal outbursts.
“You know you can’t keep this up forever, Edward.” you stated, causing the man to flinch at the mention of his name. The dull blade that was tracing the hostage’s neck stopped abruptly as he looked up at you, anger evident in his dark eyes.
“What do you mean?” he asked, careful precision lacing each word.
You walked across the perimeter of the room, looking at the peeling walls and the dusty bookshelves as the sudden movement caused him to jerk and move the blade back to the hostage’s throat, threatening to cut if you tried anything.
“The entire house is relatively new. It’s evident by the stainless steel pipes, perfectly white walls and untouched set furniture. But in every room, there are noticeable and quite odd changes. Odd dents on the wall next to photographs. Empty spaces in closets and cabinets. The smell of feminine perfume and women’s products hidden in random spots of the room.”
You stopped walking around and turned to look directly at the man, whose eyes were glazed over with confusion.
“You’ve had a divorce, haven't you, Edward?”
His jaw clenched noticeably as you used his real name, and his grip on his blade tightened as he growled out a sentence.
“Stop calling me that, you fucking cunt.”
You ignored his vulgarity and continued to speak, this time never breaking eye contact with Edward.
“She left you. Just like every woman ever did. Your sisters abused you. Your mom left you at an orphanage. You’ve been tossed aside, forgotten and abandoned so when your now ex-wife came around, you thought you were set for life until…”
“Until that bitch cheated on me.”
You raised your eyebrow in faint surprise at his sudden outburst, but you felt a tinge of pride when you saw that your plan was working. He was getting worked up, his tight grip on the hostage now forgotten as she fell to the floor.
“Yes. She cheated on you then left, but you couldn’t get over her. You kept her perfume. You bought the products she always used. You couldn’t stand to see her face so you removed her clothes and her pictures, but you also needed to feel secure. To feel like a woman was still in your life.”
“You shut your fucking mouth.”
Edward was shaking now, his eyes full of fear as tears streamed down his face. You smiled. You had finally cracked him. You made brief eye contact with the woman laying on the floor and rolled your eyes towards the door, signaling her to move away. She looked at you gratefully and nodded, quietly crawling towards the entrance.
You began talking again to distract him from the woman, now only standing a few feet away from him.
“But the smell and the products weren’t enough. You needed to satisfy your needs so you kidnapped several women who reminded you of her. Tell me, where did you hide the others?”
“You fucking stay back.” he warned, the blade suddenly gone and the gun now back in his hand. You merely blinked, not giving him any reaction which only irked the man further.
“You hid them in her closet, didn’t you? To taint them with her smell. Because you are weak. You are nothing but a weak little boy who grabs any weapon he can find to make himself feel powerful-”
Your sentence was caught off when his face twisted in pure anger and he loaded the gun, his finger half-way through pulling the trigger when-
Blood.
Blood splattered across your face as a red hole appeared on Edward’s head, his blue eyes rolling backwards as he fell onto the floor, his blonde hair now ruffled and matted with blood. You looked impassively at where the gunshot came from to see Morgan behind the gun, followed by JJ, Hotch, Garcia, a couple of emergency medical workers and Spencer.
And Spencer looked absolutely furious.
You watched as JJ and Garcia carefully lead the hostage out the door and accompanied her to the ambulance, while Hotch and Morgan went upstairs to raid the closet where you told them the rest of the hostages would be. That left you with Spencer, who angrily eyed you as you took out a handkerchief from your blood stained coat pocket and used it to wipe some of the blood off your face.
“What the fuck was that, (y/n)?”
You rolled your eyes and looked at Spencer, concealing the slight surprise that erupted in you when he swore. Spencer didn’t normally swear, nor did you ever see him as angry as he was right now.
“What do you mean?” you asked, examining the blood soaked handkerchief with plain curiosity. Spencer was practically seething with anger as he took your handkerchief and threw it to the floor, his angry eyes burning holes into your head.
“I mean, what were you thinking when you riled up the unsub like that?”
You shrugged and retrieved the handkerchief from the floor, paying little attention to how over emotional Spencer was being. It was starting to bother you how incredibly… human he was acting.
“I was thinking that I needed to retract important information from him and save the hostages.”
“AND?” he screamed, not believing your careless response. You sighed at his reaction and continued.
“And the only way to achieve that was to distract him and direct his anger towards me by deducing him-”
“YOU COULD HAVE DIED.”
The sudden interruption surprised you, and your eyes widened for less than half a second. You blinked it away and focused on Spencer, who was shaking in absolute anger. You let out a deep sigh and shrugged it off once more, not seeing the problem.
“I don’t understand your sudden anger at my actions. It was necessary to do so-”
“WAS IT? WAS IT NECESSARY TO LOCK ME OUT OF THE ROOM WHEN I WAS TRYING TO HELP YOU? WAS IT NECESSARY TO LEAVE ME HELPLESS ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE DOOR WHILE YOU WERE RISKING YOUR LIFE BY TALKING TO AN EMOTIONAL PSYCHOPATH IN A LOCKED ROOM?”
Spencer had never felt this type of anger before. It was as if a hot spark was traveling through his veins, clouding his sense of judgement and causing ripples of angry words to pour out of his mouth. He was practically seeing red, and it took everything in him to not physically lash out at you.
“You are overreacting, Spencer. Perhaps my actions have worried you but the end result was fine-”
“FINE. FINE?”
Spencer started laughing, the fake sound causing you to slightly grimace as the anger slowly returned into his voice.
“THAT WASN’T FINE. YOU WERE IN A LOCKED ROOM WITH A PSYCHOPATH. MAYBE NEXT TIME YOU SHOULD RELY ON ME, A PERSON WITH A HIGHER IQ, INSTEAD OF DOING STUPID SHIT THAT ALMOST GETS EVERYONE KILLED BECAUSE YOU WANT TO PROVE YOURSELF.”
His venomous words wounded you more than you would admit, and Spencer felt a slight twinge of guilt when he saw your eyes slightly widen in pain. He pushed down the feeling however, as his anger blinded him, causing him to angrily push past Hotch and Morgan, who had returned a few moments ago and was watching the scene unfold.
“Spencer, you need to relax-” said Hotch, his words falling off his tongue in a calm manner as he gently touched Spencer’s shoulder. Spencer, however, only jerked away and looked directly at Hotch’s eyes, catching him off guard. No one had ever seen him so… uncontrolled and this angry before.
“NO. YOU KNOW WHAT I NEED, HOTCH? I NEED YOU TO PAIR (Y/N) UP WITH SOMEONE ELSE. I’M FUCKING DONE BABYSITTING.”
And with that sentence, Spencer was gone with a slammed door, leaving you standing in a state of somewhat shock in an empty room.
It was now five days since that case.
Since the Edward Hall case.
The case in which you locked yourself in a room with the unsub and almost got killed.
And even as you pondered on the case while looking out the window of your apartment, you still couldn’t understand Spencer’s reaction.
His hateful, emotional reaction.
You hated it.
You hated that you could decipher anything you desired from anyone based on their appearance, but yet you were completely clueless on the most fundamentally human characteristic- emotions.
The more you played around with the details of that case in your mind palace, the more you couldn’t see the logical reason behind Spencer’s backlash. He was smart enough to know that you were the only one that fit the type of person the unsub would talk to. He was- well, should be- logical enough to know that the only way to save the hostages was to direct the unsub’s unstable emotions towards you.
So why did he lash out?
“MAYBE NEXT TIME YOU SHOULD RELY ON ME, A PERSON WITH A HIGHER IQ, INSTEAD OF DOING STUPID SHIT THAT ALMOST GETS EVERYONE KILLED BECAUSE YOU WANT TO PROVE YOURSELF.”
His words still echoed in your ears, wounding you a little more each time you thought about it. You bit your lower lip in frustration, wishing that the words didn’t affect you as much as they did. It wasn’t pure sadness or guilt- you could sleep at night, after all. But his words stuck to you like a shadow, always looming over your every thought as you desperately tried to pretend it wasn’t there.
You realized you almost burned the tea kettle when it started to whistle, causing you to jump in your seat and run towards the kitchen to turn off the burner and pour the tea into your cup. Leaning against the counter, you wrapped your freezing hands around the teacup and sighed.
Why was everything so complicated?
You were snapped out of your thoughts when a loud ding rang across the room, indicating that you had received a text message. Placing the cup down, you picked up the phone and saw that it was from JJ.
“6:45pm: Hi, (y/n). Hotch said tomorrow is our mandatory no-work day. Want to go to this cute coffee shop down the road with me? My treat :)”
You had no idea why JJ was suddenly inviting you to spend time with her, and you were very close to saying no. But then you realized that if there was anyone who was calm and knowledgeable about feelings, it would be JJ. You typed back a quick “sure. I’ll see you there at 12pm” before turning your phone off.
Hopefully tomorrow would be a better day.
“Yes! She said yes!” yelled JJ happily, showing the text she received from you at Garcia and Morgan with a smile on her face. Garcia raised her eyebrow and Morgan choked on his drink, not believing that you, the most antisocial human being he had ever met, agreed for a casual cafe chat with JJ.
“Wow, I can’t believe she said yes.” replied Morgan, wiping his mouth with a napkin. Garcia hummed in agreement, not believing it either. A relaxed silence passed until Morgan looked up, narrowing his eyes at JJ.
“Wait… why are you going out with (y/n)?” asked Morgan accusingly, sensing that she was planning something. JJ sighed and crossed her arms, frustrated that she had to be friends with a profiler.
“There is no reason at all. Just a girl’s hang out.”
“Oh! Not true! You blinked two times and you are nervously tapping the glass of your drink! Two signs that you are lying.” said Garcia, flailing her arms around like an excited schoolgirl.
“Ugh. Not you too, Garcia. I thought I could get away with a lie once in awhile.” replied JJ, sighing.
“Come on, JJ. We are better than that. Now tell us what you are planning to do with Ms. Female Sherlock.” urged Morgan, causing him and Garcia to lean closer towards JJ. JJ looked around the busy bar, thanking god that it was a Friday night which meant tons of noise and distractions, then looked at Spencer, who was waiting for the group’s drink at the counter, looking absolutely miserable.
“Okay. So you know how Spencer and (y/n) haven’t been talking at all and Spencer’s been acting all miserable for five days straight?” whispered JJ, snapping her eyes back to Morgan and Garcia. They both nodded, urging her to go on.
“Well… I think that I can get them to talk to each other by explaining that Spencer’s anger was actually just him hiding the fact that he cared and was worried about her to (y/n).”
“Really? Explaining emotions to ice queen? You might as well talk about bioscience to a rock.”
“Morgan!”
Garcia giggled at the joke as JJ elbowed Morgan while sending him a playful glare. She then sighed and looked at Morgan with an unreadable look in her eyes.
“Actually… that’s why I want you to talk to Spencer about… you know, his feelings for (y/n) and all that and how he should be more careful with his….reactions.” suggested JJ, speaking each word carefully.
Morgan smirked, looking from JJ’s hopeful face to Garcia’s amused one, then turned his eyes towards Spencer, who was now staring sadly into his drink, twirling the brown liquid around with a straw. The smirk fell from his face when he realized that his best friend, the genius boy of the team, Spencer Reid, was really hurting.
“Okay-” replied Morgan, causing JJ’s grin to become wider and Garcia to excitedly clap.
“I’ll do it.”
You were sitting at the cafe twenty minutes before 12pm, ordered your coffee ten minutes before, and sat reading a book for five minutes until you heard a faint bell ring against the door and JJ’s voice echo through the shop.
“(Y/n)?”
You lowered your book and looked straight at her, and she caught your eyes with hers, a smile spreading across her face. JJ immediately rushed towards you after ordering a regular black coffee, sitting across from you, with a beaming smile present on her face.
“So! (Y/n)! How have you been?”
Her optimistic tone made you sick but you slowly put the book away into your bag and shifted your eyes towards her, the dark circles under your eyes evident due to the sunlight streaming through the windows of the shop.
“.....I am doing fine.” you replied, your curt response causing JJ to slightly frown.
“You don’t look fine, (y/n).” said JJ worriedly.
You whipped your head up and glared at her, your tired eyes now filled with anger.
“Looks can deceive, JJ. I. Am. Fine.”
She pursed her lips at your stubborn response and sighed, softly thanking the waitress who had brought her coffee in a delicate white cup. Neither of you spoke for a few moments until JJ reached down and placed her hand on yours, a concerned look on her face.
“Look, (y/n)... I’m just worried about you. The entire team is.”
“There’s nothing you all should concerned yourself with.” you replied, the lie sounding fake even to your own ears.
“.... (Y/n), about Spencer-”
You suddenly straightened your back at the mention of Spencer’s name and looked at JJ accusingly, not sure of where she was going with this.
“What about him?” you snapped.
“He-”
JJ sighed, not sure of how to say it so easily. She knew you wouldn’t be able to understand if she just said that Spencer was acting out of emotion. She tapped her foot against the floor for a few moments, then spoke again.
“He didn’t mean everything he said, (Y/n).”
“What do you mean, JJ? Why would one say something they didn’t mean in the first place?” you questioned, utterly confused.
“Well, I don’t want to sound patronizing but when people care about someone a lot- like a friend, colleague, lover, or family- they get protective. They don’t want that person to get hurt or be in danger.”
You gave JJ an even more confused look as you tried to wrap your head around that concept.
“So I think that Spencer cares about you a lot-”
“As a colleague?” you asked, not sure of what she meant.
Your question caught JJ off guard. She knew Spencer for a long time, and she was 100% sure that he had a massive crush for you. It only made even more sense after his backlash- he was terrified of losing you and got angry at you for putting yourself in danger over him. But she wasn’t sure if she should be the one to tell you that Spencer liked you.
“Um… yes.” replied JJ, sounding completely calm.
You weren’t sure why, but her response slightly bothered you.
No, what are you thinking, (y/n)? Of course Spencer sees you as a mere colleague- that is what you are to everyone. A colleague.
“So… colleagues care about each other a lot?” you asked, wanting clarification.
“...Yes, but I also think that because you and Spencer understand each other a lot more, you two connect more. So he cares about you a lot. That is why when you put yourself in danger by locking yourself in the room with that unsub, his protectiveness caused him to say things out of fear rather than out of consciousness.”
You slowly nodded your head, getting it. It was simple. Cause and effect.
“I understand.” you replied, catching JJ by surprise, who had not expected that response.
“So… what should I do now?”
JJ’s phone started to ring suddenly, and you could deduce that she had to pick up her son from school. You gave JJ a look that clearly said ‘you can go’, so JJ quickly packed up her things as she spoke.
“(Y/n), feelings are complicated. And I think that because I suck at explaining things, you should talk to Spencer instead. I’m sure then you will be able to see his side much clearer and he will stop ignoring you.”
JJ gave you a quick smile before stepping out the booth, only stopping when you softly called after her.
“JJ?”
“Yeah?” replied JJ, turning around.
You fumbled with the outer edges of your coat, unsure of how to say it.
“You don’t suck at explaining things. I rather understood your explanation quite well.”
“Oh. Thanks.” said JJ, smiling at your sudden compliment.
“And also… thank you for words. You are a truly kind…. friend.”
The word friend felt foreign even as you spoke it, leaving a weird taste in your mouth after it left your tongue. You supposed it was worth it, however, when JJ gave you the brightest smile you’ve ever seen.
“Thanks, (y/n).”
JJ suddenly leapt forward and gave you a tight hug, causing you tense up at the unfamiliar gesture.
“W-what are you doing?” you asked JJ, causing her to laugh.
“It’s called a hug-”
You rolled your eyes.
“I am aware what it means, I am not sure of what this signifies…”
JJ let you go and looked at you straight in the eyes.
“Well… when you care about someone you can show that by hugging them. It’s affectionate and basically shows that you appreciate that person.”
JJ left with that, leaving you to stare at your coffee and ponder on what to do next.
Spencer groaned as he shifted in his bed, the rays of sunlight peeking through his blinds harshly waking him up from his dreamless sleep. His body was tired of sleep, begging him to wake up. He immediately regretted it, however, when the hangover hit him hard in the head. Nausea and a wave of headaches washed over Spencer, causing him to stumble into the bathroom and empty out his stomach.
Slowly lifting his head from the toilet, he looked straight across at the digital clock laying on the counter of his sink and saw that it was already past noon.
Damn. Did I really sleep that much? What did I do last night- oh.
Truthfully, the previous night was a colorful blur to Spencer- a dangerous mix of tons of alcohol, drunk dancing and pure bliss as he drank away his thoughts of you. He was paying the price, however, as the headache only worsened as he approached the kitchen. Throwing open his cabinet, he grabbed his hangover pills and quickly popped them into his mouth, washing it down with a glass of water that was lying untouched from the night before.
A knock echoed through the room, causing a curious Spencer to quickly walk over and open the door to reveal Morgan.
“Morgan? What are you doing here?” asked Spencer, confused. Morgan gave a slight smile before asking if he could come in, to which Spencer replied with a curt yes.
“I’m here to talk to you about (y/n).” said Morgan, wanting to cut to the chase as soon as Spencer shut the door. Spencer flinched at the mention of your name, his grip on his cup of water tightening as he looked straight at Morgan.
“What do you mean?”
Morgan tensed at how hostile Spencer’s voice was, but relaxed after he saw guilt flash by Spencer’s face. Morgan sat on the couch, inviting Spencer to do the same.
“I mean… you need to talk to her about that case.”
“There is nothing to talk about.” replied Spencer, sitting down on the couch as he firmly placed the cup a little too hard on the glass table.
“You can’t fool me, Reid. You may be a genius, but I’ve known you too long.” stated Morgan. He eyed Spencer and quickly raised his hand, stopping what he assumed would be an another interruption from Spencer.
“And- don’t try to pretend like nothing is wrong. The amount of alcohol you had last night is proof that you are not. In addition to the dark circles under your eyes, the slightly strewn coaster underneath your cup and the half turned on sink.”
Spencer looked up in shock and quickly ran to the sink to turn it off, then turned to sheepishly smile at Morgan.
“Now it feels like I’m actually talking to (y/n).”
Morgan laughed and gave a smirk to Spencer.
“Not my fault I happen to be a profiler.”
Spencer relaxed, quietly chuckling at Morgan’s response. Taking this as an opportunity, Morgan began to talk in a more serious tone.
“Spencer, you have to talk to (Y/n). Ignoring her is only hurting the both of you, in addition to the entire team. You know how she is- she’s an ice queen and a genius but a completely clueless girl when it comes to human emotions.”
Spencer’s head hung low in shame upon realization that Morgan was right. Ignoring you was not going to solve anything.
“You’re right.”
Morgan stood up and clapped his hand onto Spencer’s shoulder, an understanding look on his face.
“Hey, it’ll be alright. Just bring it up with (y/n) when you’re ready and explain it in all that genius jargon and stuff and I’m sure you two will be fine again.”
Morgan left before Spencer could thank him, leaving him to stare at the empty screen of his phone that was left carelessly on the table from last night. He immediately picked up his phone and typed a quick message to you.
“To: (Y/n) (L/n)
2:30pm: Hi, (y/n). Meet me at the diner near the library we sometimes see each other at in 10 minutes. It’s urgent.”
Spencer nervously tapped his feet against the floor of the diner, checking his phone for what felt like the millionth time. It was only 2:32, since he rushed to the diner as soon as he sent his message to you. Thoughts of doubt kept on swirling around in his head as he stared out the door of the diner, hoping to see the similar outline of you walking through it.
The next 8 minutes felt like torture, and for a split second, he almost thought you were never come. Just as he lost hope, the sound of sudden footsteps appeared and stopped directly next to him. He turned around to see that it was you- dressed in a simple pair of jeans and a light cardigan over your tank top.
He shifted his eyes to the empty seat in front of him, in which you sat down. A brief silence passed between the two of you as Spencer fidgeted nervously in his seat, unsure of how to start the conversation.
“Y-you look nice today.” said Spencer, toying with the edges of the plastic menu in front of him. You gave a quiet ‘thanks’ in response, causing Spencer to cringe at himself for opening a conversation like that.
“L-look, about my outburst during that case-”
“I understand.”
You cut Spencer off to much of his surprise, his eyes slowly retracting from its widened size as he took a deep breath and asked: “Do you really?” You gave a curt nod and repeated what JJ told you.
“Yes. You were concerned about my wellbeing and I caused you to feel resentment towards yourself for not being able to ensure my safety. Therefore you said things as people call it: ‘in the heat of the moment’.”
Your explanation shocked Spencer a little bit, but he urgently nodded to your explanation, unsure of how to correct you. Taking a deep breath, he looked into your eyes and saw how vulnerable you looked. Your hair was swept in a way that it framed your proportionate face, your delicate hands were gently lying on the table, and there was a soft tone behind your immaculate words. In short, you didn't look like a cold, emotionless genius detective.
No.
In this moment, you just looked like.... you.
Gathering up all his courage, Spencer smiled and spoke his next sentence slowly.
“Right. And (y/n), I care about you… A lot. And by that, I mean I care about you-”
“As a colleague.”
“W-what?”
Your nonchalant answer felt like a freezing wave hitting Spencer across the face, bringing him back from his state of confidence and to his shy, dorky self. You cocked your head to the side at his odd answer and briefly wondered if JJ was wrong.
“You care about me as a colleague. It is a mutually respectful and caring work relationship… right?” you asked carefully, squinting your eyes to analyze him.
Spencer pushed his disappointment back, swallowing your apparent rejection and gave you a simple nod. He attempted a smile only to fake miserably, causing his smile to come off as more of a frown.
“Um, yeah. Yeah, as colleagues and I was worried as anyone in our team would be for you.” stuttered Spencer awkwardly.
Spencer’s eyes shifted to the floor, the embarrassment creeping up to his cheeks. He only looked at you when you suddenly got up from your seat and sat down next to him, your face only a few inches away from his. Spencer gave you a bewildered look as you analyzed him, your eyes squinting and rapidly looking at every inch of his face.
His mind completely froze when he suddenly felt your arms wrap around him, pulling him closer towards you. Your soft hair was tickling the back of his neck and his mind was wrapped up in the smell of your perfume, the blush in his cheeks now a vivid red. He slowly returned to his senses and quickly hugged you back, relishing this feeling.
The hug ended too soon, however, as when you pulled back he couldn’t help but feel disappointed but also curious.
“W-what was that for?” he asked, hoping that his cheeks were no longer blushing.
“JJ told me that when you care about and appreciate someone, you give them a hug. So… I gave you one because I appreciate your concern for my safety. But please, in the future, if I need to put my life out on the line for the safety of others, do not worry so much.”
Spencer melted at the sight of your smile and gave one in return.
"Okay."
A figure watched through the cafe window as you and Spencer talked, not missing the smiles that were on each of your faces. The figure settled back into the shadows of the parking lot with a triumphant grin on its face, the only light coming from the cellphone clutched in its hand.
“It’s me. I’ve found them. (Y/n) (L/n) and Spencer Reid? I’ll give you a more details when I see you.”
The voice on the other end smiled.
“Very good.” said the feminine voice, clearly pleased.
“I’ll see you in five minutes.”
The woman snapped her phone shut and threw it to the corner, not caring that the phone gave out an audible crack at the impact. She smiled slowly, enjoying that she had finally found you and Spencer.
This was going to be a long, overdue revenge.