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CHAPTER 40 ━━━

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- he finds peace

━━━ SPENCER REID HAS
been angry plenty of times. Frustrated, sure. Annoyed, of course. But never, not once in his life, has he felt the compulsion to tear the life out of someone with his bare hands. Claudia Ferrara looks up at the two agents with a placid smile on her features. She has a long, skinny nose and her upper lip was too thin. To anybody on the street though, she may have been beautiful. But to Spencer, she was vile.

"Where are Leona, Ren, and Joey?" Spencer asks slowly, voice raspy with emotion. He clears his throat and his head and watches every single indication. Claudia swallows. "I have no idea."

Spencer clenches his jaw. "That's bullshit and you know it. Where are they?"

With a flick of her bony fingers, Clau points almost animatedly in to the air. "You know you're never going to find them, same as you're never going to see your precious little slut again." Morgan, who's gun has been trained on her this whole time, warily looks over at his accomplice. Never had he seen the doctor's hazel eyes so wild. He feared that revolver would come out of that holster and they'd have a dead woman in front of them before they could get their intel.

Spencer starts talking when Derek's phone rings and he takes the call quietly. "She makes you jealous, right? Because she's intelligent, beautiful, successful, poised. Everything you wish you were but now you're here and she's-"

"Dead, Spencer." Morgan's voice is tight, eyes filling with tears. "She's dead."

Claudia laughs, the noise like a sharp whistle. "Of course she is! You should both know by now that I don't miss. Speaking of..." She reaches for the gun in her waistband and before she's cleared the fabric, Spencer has shot her twice in the shoulder, hands quivering. Claudia is still alive, that much is obvious as Morgan cuffs her.

They walk her out to where squad cars are waiting on the trail, a cocky grin never leaving her features. It makes Spencer's stomach churn, but that's not what his primary focus is.

Death, life, love, and hate seem to go hand in hand far more often than should be allowed. You are born into a world surrounded by hate, you find love, and then you hold wildly on to that love until you die. Rarely ever do soulmates go out at the same time, so one or both are left to suffer, depending on how you see whatever comes after death.

He would get no more memories with Meryl. He wouldn't get to see her laugh, smile, look at him with that glint in her eye that told him that to her, he was the only person in the world. Meryl had been right - Spencer would never get to hear her say that she loved him. That might be what hurt most of all.

Derek approaches him cautiously. "You did the right thing, kid, not taking the kill shot."

Spencer laughs dryly. "Don't flatter me," he replies, looking down at his shaking hands, "I was aiming between her eyes."

The older man bobs his head. "Alright. Do you wanna go to the hospital?"

"I'd prefer to remember the love of my life when she still had light behind her eyes, thanks." Spencer's voice has lost all it's personality, so has his posture. In one moment, he has become the shell of whoever it was that he used to be. He found it difficult to remember now.

Derek pats his shoulder. "Come on, Reid. You have to... I'm so sorry, you have to sign the paperwork to take her off life support. You're the only one of her emergency contacts that we know the location of right now."