Paranoia - s.reid

Hexagons

The next day came, Liz continued her work then got back to her hotel room where Emily came over. "I made some calls. Lizzy, they found bruising. That must mean something." The Interpol agent persisted. Liz only sighed.

"As much as I wish it did, it doesn't. They'll say the bruising could've been from lots of things. It doesn't help that I was unconscious, I'll be unreliable. Just let it go."

"They found traces of semen." She froze. "I asked for a DNA test, I should have the results before you leave."

"Em, you don't understand. You haven't heard the things they say to and about women." Her breath was shaky "They say that some women like it rough, in rape cases. I don't know if I'm ready to be scrutinized and defamed like that." Liz stammered. Emily's gaze softened as her hand rested in her friend's.

"I won't let you be scrutinized. You have to promise me that if that DNA is Marceau's, this will go to court. Please." She took a minute to think before nodding, blinking back the tears that glazed her eyes as her phone rang. She picked it up hastily.

"Elizabeth Reid, here."

"It's Tony. You were right, we're bringing the step-father in."

"I'll be there." Liz put the phone down. "I gotta go."

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Liz and Hugo sat down with the Nicky Fallon's step-father, turning on the recorder.

"Interview commences at 16:58 pm. Detective Duffy and SSA Reid present."

"Edgar if you could state your full name for me."

"Edgar Fallon."

Edgar Fallon had been in an interrogation room with Liz and Hugo for 23 hours.

Spencer Reid raced down the hallways of the same office in London after a long 11 hour flight.

He stopped a random person in their tracks, panting heavily. "Where is Elizabeth Reid?"

"She's supposed to be in an interview with Detective Duffy." He ran in the direction that read 'interrogation rooms', knocking on a random door when he got to the hallway.

"Can I help you?" Vanessa asked, visibly annoyed. 

"I need to see Elizabeth Reid."

"She's in an interview, right now. Who are you?"

"I'm her husband. Can I wait in there?" Vanessa pondered. "I'm an FBI agent. Dr. Spencer Reid." He flashed his badge, nodding gratefully when he was let into the observation room. Spencer didn't take his time to greet the other man, Tony, in the room.

His eyes were trained on his wife who sat with a detective, a suspect, and the suspect's legal aid.

Spencer hadn't seen her work in so long, he hadn't seen her in her element. He could tell she was at her most focused, she was in the zone. He began listening.

"No comment." Edgar Fallon replied, stoic.

Liz resisted the urge to roll her eyes. "Dr. Fallon, I hate all this. This little dance of ours. Us trying to get you to accidentally admit to something. We know what we're doing. Your lawyer knows what she's doing and you're doing what she's telling you to do. But when a 14 year old girl is found dead in the woods with no underwear, and her shattered skull held in place with a bag-for-life, then you can appreciate why we have to be so forensic. Hence why you've been sat here for almost 23 hours."

Spencer was shocked. She'd been in that room for 23 hours. Had she eaten? When was the last time she slept?

"It's not just your future that depends on the outcome of our conversation. You understand that, right, Doctor?"