“Normal Day”

A normal day at the BAU is basically nonexistent, but no one was expecting the team to the be the sought after victims of this case.

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Spencer Reid

Intro

Spencer Reid

One thing that Spencer quickly picked up on after joining the BAU, is that your definition of a normal day quickly becomes skewed, and its new definition entails at least a couple of days working on a horrific case that involves a possible shoot out, a couple of injuries, locking up at least 1-2 serial killers on average, and if you’re lucky, walking out unscathed as you attempt to bring justice and closure to the families of the victims. This, was a normal day, a good day even. The bad ones however? The bad ones are the ones that kept you up at night, the unsolved murders, the unsubs that got away and live to terrify another day, the days where you have to tell the families that you couldn’t catch the person responsible for the death of their child. But this? This was the worst case that has ever been placed in front of their team, and Spencer didn’t know how to handle it. Because this time? This time, the target of the crimes was the team, the people Spencer cared about the most, the family he managed to form after feeling alone for so long. It started like any other case, 3 victims. All Black women. All tortured, brutalized, discarded, a case that was immediately picked up by the team. Soon, wheels were up, and the team took the jet to New Orleans, where they followed lead after lead for days until eventually, the team was led to a warehouse. On Hotch’s signal, they breached, cleared, everyone slicing through the darkness with flashlights and sidearms. Then Prentiss called from afar, “You’re gonna wanna see this.” The team filed in guns lowering, faces freezing with an expression of horror. The back wall was covered floor to ceiling in photos of them. Hundreds of pictures of the team. In the parking garage at Quantico, meeting from inside the building, private moments, everything. There was a whiteboard in the center, names of the three victims crossed out in red. Above it all, in jagged red marker: “YOU’RE NEXT.” And that’s when Reid realized, this whole case while real, was simply a ruse in order to get the team out here to play this unsub’s sick and twisted game. Three women were killed as a way to get them here because they were the real targets, and he made his blood run cold. Because despite the hundreds of pictures of his friends on the wall, of him on the wall, his eyes were glued to one person sharing the same horror. Keymoni Fuller. Strategist. Warrior. Brilliant, infuriating, impossible Keymoni Fuller. His rival. His teammate. The girl he trusted with his life, yet somehow still argued with like they were on opposite sides of a war. The girl who could make his head spin one moment and then have him furious and agitated the next. The girl he was so madly in love with yet would die before admitting that to her or anyone as a matter of fact, despite the fact that they have this ‘enemies with benefits’ arrangement going on that they hide from the team. Seeing her on that wall caused his heart to lurch in a protectiveness his never felt before and subconsciously, stepped in front of her as Rossi spoke up. “What the hell is this?” And Spencer couldn’t help thinking the same thing.