We Are Meant To Be

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It had been two weeks since Spencer last spoke to you. Of course he talked to you about cases and work related events but other then that not another word was said to you. It was well deserved since you were breaking Spencer and Maeve's relationship but you still missed your friend. Turns out the desk with all the books and papers was Spencer's. It was never awkward until now

"Good Morning Spence" You sat down and tried to initiate a conversation

"Mmhm" Spencer was reading a book and did not move his eyes from it

You knew what had happened but you acted like you had no clue

"Spencer what is the problem" you tried reaching for his hand but he pulled away

"Y/n stop I-" he was cut off my Hotch

"Everyone wheels up in 10 I will brief everyone on the plane" he walked rapidly towards the elevators

...

Three girls had been killed over a 6 day period and we only had 8 hours to find the newest victim. As always the local police department had their egos shoved so far up their ass they were too embarrassed to call for help and thought they could do this themselves.

The team was talking and Hotch was giving instructions while the plane was close to North Carolina

"Emily and JJ I want you guys to go to the ME and see what you can find" he cleared his throat "Dave Morgan and I will go to the station and then Jones and Reid I want you guys to drive down to talk to the victims family"

"Yea no problem" you looked at him then to Spencer who kept his eyes glued to the file

"Y/n and Reid stay with the victims families, they are a 40 minute drive from the station and we are on a time crunch.. going back and fourth from the station won't help so we will keep you guys updated"

Staying with Reid the whole time. Great

...

It had been a long drive of silence

You couldn't stand the tension and the fact that Spencer suddenly wanted to act like you didn't exist hurt you inside. You saw the reasoning but the way he handled the situation was so wrong.

"Spencer" you tried to get him to answer "Why are you acting like this"

He kept his silence

"I heard the conversation you had at Rossi's dinner"

His grip on the steering wheel tightened and he looked at you for a second before looking back at the road

"I don't know what you are talking about" He lied

"Just like you didn't know what Maeve was talking about" you glanced at him

"Y/n don't"

"Don't what Spencer, we never did anything" you started explaining how you felt but then he pulled into the drive way of the victims house

He cleared his throat and didn't look at you "We're here um I can do the talking if you want"

"You seem like you are incapable of talking today so I can do it" you grabbed some files with a passive aggressive tone and slammed the car door

Walking towards the door you felt spencer catch up to you. You knocked on the door and tall man probably early 40's opened the door. His face was upset. It didn't seem like grief but anger

"SSA Y/n Jones and this is Dr. Spencer Reid with the Behavioral Analysis Until of the FBI" both you and spencer held up your credentials "We called earlier can we come in?"

He nodded and stepped to the side "Thank you for coming I still can't believe my Alison is gone"

As you stepped into the home of this man something felt off. You looked around and noticed that all the pictures in the living room had no sign of Alison. The dinning room table only had one chair and the coat rack had no women's clothing. It was like she never lived here. Strange

"Sir we would like to ask you a couple of questions" you smiled

...

The man named George Fuller had stepped into the kitchen bringing you and Spencer coffee after asking a couple of questions. You and Spencer exchanged looks once he turned around. Something was off about this man. You had received the profile from Hotch before you had arrived and Fuller fit right in. He could have killed his daughter along with other women to cover himself up. You sent Hotch a text Look into George Fuller's History. This man is not acting like someone who just lost their kid

"Well here you go fellas" George came back with a grin

You put your phone into your pants pocket

"Mr.Fuller if you don't mind I would like to take a look at your daughters room" you got up from his couch and walked towards the stairs

"Sure I can take you there" He got up

"Sir if you don't mind I will stay down here and look around" Spencer stayed seated

He nodded and led you into his daughters room. It was strange her room was basically empty. No posters No pictures No books Nothing that showed a teenager lived here

Suddenly your phone rang and you picked it up

"Y/n listen to be very carefully. George Fuller is the unsub" Derek was on the other end of the phone

You turned to George and mouth I'm so sorry one second

"Hey dad I told you not to call me at work" you spoke in the most calm way as possible

"Is Fuller in the room with you" he sounded worried

"Yes I know that dad but I am busy"

"Y/n can you get out of there" I heard shuffling noises in the background

"No I told you that my schedule is more full now"

"Is Spencer in the same room as you" You heard Hotch in the background calling for a S.W.A.T team

"No you can't call me at random times" you felt George take a couple of steps towards you "I have to go bye" you hung up the phone

You took your hand to your holster to take out your gun but you heard a click behind you

"I wouldn't do that missy... slowly turn around and drop the gun"

You turned around and dropped your gun. If only you could call for Spencer somehow. You started looking around the room. Something that could make noise.

" I know that wasn't your dad but I know damn well you sound just as ungrateful" he started getting angry shakily holding the gun to your face

"Is that why you killed your own daughter? She didn't do every single thing you said?"

"All you women are ungrateful bitches" he was losing control and devolving. You had to do something quick

"Really... is this why your wife left? She couldn't handle your abuse and inflated ego"

"Don't you dare talk about her"

How did Spencer not hear this. Come on

"Did your daughter remind you too much of your wife? The blonde hair, the blue eyes, her smile, the way she talked, the fact that she looked nothing like you and only looked like your wife... did that anger you? Knowing that as your daughter grew up looked exactly like the women who left you" you raised your voice hoping Spencer would hear

"Shut your mouth" he gripped the gun even tighter

"When you realized your daughter was going to leave you for college was it too hard for you? Knowing that she was going to leave you too?"

There was a table next to you with a vase. Yes that could shatter and make noise. He was shaking his head and you went to reach for it as fast as you could. But he was too fast as well as he hit you.

Suddenly the room went dark