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Mar. 4th, 2015 12:27 am
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The day had started off like any other. A morning full of paperwork, a lunch involving a salad he didn't really want... Then a few hours at his desk reviewing cases and a meeting with his boss. Normal things. ...Mundane things. Things he could do in his sleep.

Honestly, as pleased as Spencer was to be back in the field, he had to admit that he didn't feel as challenged here as he had back home. Partly because it was so rare that they were invited in on any cases- And partly because the cases they were invited in on were so straight forward and, well, normal- For lack of a better word. It was to be expected he supposed, statistically speaking at least, that there would be less cases, and that the cases they did have would veer towards the traditional. However, knowing that didn't stop his mind from yearning for a challenge. ...And as a result, he found himself spending more and more time with cold cases.

One in particular had become a bit of a fixation. A series of murders that seemed to stretch from Turkey to Scotland- All with the same MO, and the same signature- Yet also without any leads or even prime suspects, a fact that had only left Spencer even more interested. After nearly a month of digging he'd finally stumbled onto something solid, a lead strong enough that he'd started pulling the files of officers who'd been involved in the original investigation.

Though even with a working theory, he hadn't been certain he was on the right track. ...Not until tonight.

He had been sitting at his usual table at his usual cafe, his coffee getting cold on the table in front of him as he combed through file after file. He only tore himself away from it all long enough to ask the girl behind the counter if she had a spare pen. It only took a moment, however, upon returning to the table he found a letter waiting for him. Using the tip of his freshly borrowed pen, Spencer opened it, Frowning at the sight of a single sentence, typed out in bold letters and all caps.

LEAVE IT ALONE.

Glancing around, he couldn't see anyone suspicious, and he had to assume that whoever had left the note hadn't lingered to see his response. Reading it again, he brought his cold coffee to his lips, taking a sip and then immediately spitting it out into a napkin. A bitter tang lingered in his mouth, and as he pulled the plastic lid off atop the paper cup, he instantly felt ill. ...It was impossible not to see the very large, and very dead, rat inside.

Date: 2015-03-04 06:29 am (UTC)
real_gun_hand: (Default)
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Hotch had agreed to meet Reid here and there was little more he hated than not being punctual. But he'd been delayed in the office speaking via Skype to Strauss. The time difference meant a hardship for her but for Hotch it was only a minor inconvenience. As soon as it was done he got away and headed for the cafe.

"Reid? What in the name of god is that?" he asked, coming in what he felt was just a moment too late.

Date: 2015-03-04 06:44 am (UTC)
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"They're not bullying you here, are they? I know you ran into some trouble at the academy...but I'd have thought we've been here long enough," he replied, moving in to rest a weighty hand on Reid's shoulder to reassure him.

Date: 2015-03-04 08:09 pm (UTC)
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"Of course, Reid. You can ask me anything," Hotch replied with an openness and concern that was reserved for the young agent alone in the world.

Date: 2015-03-04 10:20 pm (UTC)
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"No, I can't say I have? Do you suspect someone in our office of...?" he said, thinking for the briefest moment that Reid suspected him.

Date: 2015-03-04 10:28 pm (UTC)
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"Reid you need to be clear. What are you saying?" Hotch demanded.

Date: 2015-03-04 10:41 pm (UTC)
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The last thing Hotch thought would happen in this world was that Reid would outright lie to him. He trusted the young man and took him at face value. It simply didn't occur to him that Reid wouldn't be totally honest.

"All right," he said. "There might be better ways to spend your time than cold cases, though," he added. "Though...I know you like puzzles. There's no harm to it."

Date: 2015-03-04 10:47 pm (UTC)
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"That's true, but I've put some work into that, actually. They could use us so much more effectively if they'd let us out of London. If they'd let us go to...I don't know. Bristol? Manchester? There's so much more to England then London, and crime everywhere..." Hotch noted.

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Date: 2015-03-06 04:12 am (UTC)
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Sunny had only intended to walk by Spencer's table and say hello in passing on her way out the door with her coffee. And then dead rat. In a cup. Which made her want to check her own drink very badly before she did anything else.

She opened her mouth and started to swear, caught herself, and switched to a mix of Pidgin English and Igbo that other patrons of the cafe wouldn't understand but certainly had the cadence of what the fuck is that?

Date: 2015-03-06 04:49 am (UTC)
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And Sunny did sit down, mostly because she was stunned enough to just do the first thing someone told her to do. But she didn't tend to be speechless for very long, and she found words after a moment. "A prank you're getting someone fired over, I hope."

Date: 2015-03-08 05:15 pm (UTC)
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"It most certainly is not," Sunny answered, not allowing herself to be pulled away so easily. "Nobody ever talks about rats because they're clean. Or are you telling me you were the color of sour milk because you didn't put that in your mouth?"

Date: 2015-03-08 07:34 pm (UTC)
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Instantly her eyes sharpened. Because if there was one thing in the world that Sunny couldn't abide, it was bullies of any stripe. "You're going to tell somebody about it, right?"

Date: 2015-03-10 12:11 am (UTC)
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Sunny just eyed him. She couldn't deny the logic in that, but at the same time, the devil's advocate argument wouldn't stay in, "So you're going to isolate yourself when you're doing something that may be the most dangerous thing you've ever done and someone already clearly doesn't like you."

Date: 2015-03-10 03:39 am (UTC)
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It wasn't her place to question. He wasn't too much older than she was, but he was still older, and a professional, and she was some kid who was still in university. All the same. "If you're so sure he's got your back, why not fill him in?"

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