Paranoia - s.reid

Maryland

(Please correct the French if it's wrong, I'm begging you.)

Everyone returned back to the BAU, Emily sneaking the video into her bag to watch when they brought Liz back. They hadn't found anything to do with the stalker in it.

Rose had been sent home hours ago by Anderson after an hour of convincing and promising they'd call her with an update.

"Garcia, look through all the students that attended Liz's class. We're looking for a white male, brunette, roughly 5'6, 5'7." Rossi spoke. "Emery Wilson didn't know anything, she was genuine. She gave us a brief description of a student who wanted to see Liz out of class a lot."

"I've got nothing."

"He's smart, he knows not to register for the class because that's how he'll be found. He's organized."

Spencer stood up abruptly, the lack of information really getting to him as he stormed up to Liz's office, planting himself in her chair. He looked around, the photos of them, their family members, the team, unable to bring a smile to his face as they normally would.

He traced the letters engraved on her name plaque. To think that soon it would've said 'Elizabeth Reid'.

She decided to change her last name, considering the fact that everyone at work called her by her first name anyways. If they ever did have to go off on a last name basis, she would've been called Agent Reid and he would've been Doctor Reid.

Spencer picked up his phone, dialing her number. He knew it off by heart. What he didn't notice was Emily's presence in the door way. The phone rang constantly, finally finishing off with a voicemail.

"Hey, you've reached Elizabeth Bundy from the Behavioral Analysis Unit, drop a message and I'll get back to you as soon as I can."

Listening to her voice took the smallest amount of weight off his shoulders. He dialed the house.

"You've reached the apartment of Spencer Reid,"

"And Elizabeth Bundy! We can't make it to the phone right now,"

"Leave a message and we'll get back to you."

"They've taken almost all of the pictures down." Emily's voice made Spencer jump. He looked up at her, dreading the sympathy in her eyes. "If Liz were here and she saw them, you know what she would've said?"

He almost chuckled, knowing exactly what she would've said. "Something along the lines of 'wow, we looked hot that day.' or 'are you kidding me, that's what I looked like?'" Emily's lips stretched into a smile. "You know, she was doing her PhD in Psychology? She's been working on it from home for 5 years, she was going to finish it early this year."

"I didn't know that."

"She didn't want there to be another Dr. Reid in the office, so she didn't tell anyone." A small smile grew on his face as he picked up a picture frame that contained a photo of them, holding it to his chest and leaning back into the chair. "I saw you guys documented your relationship. All the way from December 17th, 2005."

"Did you watch it?"

"Not completely. I didn't know if I was allowed to."

"We actually got together on December 2nd. Ellie suggested we document our relationship to show off the good bits one day, but she never said who she wanted to show it to until last month she said she wanted to show it to our future children." His eyes glossed over with tears again, so did Emily's. "She wanted children, Emily. And we couldn't even get married."

Emily was fed up. She was tired of listening to Spencer talk about her best friend like she's dead. She huffed. "She's not dead, Spencer. We're doing everything we can to get her back and we're going to get her back alive. If I hear you talk about what she was one more time I won't hesitate to kill you."