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londoncallingrpg2016-01-10 08:57 pm
dr_spencer_reid) wrote in londoncallingrpg2016-01-10 08:57 pm
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Everything had been so quiet lately. His work life, his home life, even his mind seemed unusually still lately- And it was, honestly, making Spencer uneasy. It wasn't that he was hoping for a serial killer or anything like that- Even when he was desperate for some mental stimulation and a challenge, he never got quite that dark. But something, anything, had to happen.
...And then it did, and Spencer- Spencer's heart ached, the guilt he felt for daring to wish for more work to do spilling over and weighing him down. And oh, it was always harder when it was children. Always.
Three bodies in two weeks, all between the ages of six and eight. Girls, still in their school uniforms. Dumped, without any signs of remorse from their killer. It was, honestly, the worst case he'd been assigned to since coming to London, and as he stood at the police barrier, having just spoken to the woman who'd spotted the body, he realized that this wouldn't be like it was at home. The police wanted a profile from them, but they hadn't been invited to be a part of the investigation- Leaving Spencer with nothing but photos and paperwork, and the occasional update from the field.
Sitting in a cafe he read the report on the first body for the tenth time, wondering if this was really the best use of his talents. ...Wondering if maybe it was finally time to look at his other options.
...And then it did, and Spencer- Spencer's heart ached, the guilt he felt for daring to wish for more work to do spilling over and weighing him down. And oh, it was always harder when it was children. Always.
Three bodies in two weeks, all between the ages of six and eight. Girls, still in their school uniforms. Dumped, without any signs of remorse from their killer. It was, honestly, the worst case he'd been assigned to since coming to London, and as he stood at the police barrier, having just spoken to the woman who'd spotted the body, he realized that this wouldn't be like it was at home. The police wanted a profile from them, but they hadn't been invited to be a part of the investigation- Leaving Spencer with nothing but photos and paperwork, and the occasional update from the field.
Sitting in a cafe he read the report on the first body for the tenth time, wondering if this was really the best use of his talents. ...Wondering if maybe it was finally time to look at his other options.
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"Which agency?" Spencer asked curiously, aware that if Hotch wasn't saying it outright, he probably wasn't supposed to know, but too curious not to ask.
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"She didn't say, but I think she's been recruited by the CIA," he replied. "But, really, I don't know. We'll have to ask her when we get together."
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"When is she coming? Soon?" Spencer asked eagerly. "We should get her something, that's what you do when you see people again after a long absence."
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"She'll be here next week. She starts her new position on the first, I know. We could get her a housewarming gift and we could take her to dinner. All of us together?" Hotch asked.
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Spencer nodded, always willing to go along with what Hotch thought was best.
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"Good. I knew when I got the email that you'd be happy," Hotch said.
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"It would be nice. I think everyone's carrying on," he replied. "You ever think of going back to visit?"