Title: Make My Demons Run

Author: Hawkeye/Katy

Beta: Alex/Odysseus, Onigami/Lorne, Nox/BJ

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Pairing: None

Rating: FRT

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Summary: A look into the depths of Spencer's mind.

'It's just one more day

No one said

There would be rain again

Won't blame it on myself

I'll blame it on the weatherman.'

They worried about him… he knew that. He was the genius. The child-prodigy with the disgustingly high IQ and the Asperger's like tendencies. The socially inept one. The one with a schizophrenic mother. The one amongst them who had the most to fear from his own mind. But, Spencer mused, as he looked out the plane window at the greying rain clouds rushing by, all of them… every single one… had reasons to fear. Reasons to wonder if they were…




'Love and other socially acceptable emotions are morphine

They're morphine

Cleverly concealing primal urges often felt but rarely seen

Rarely seen.'

Spencer could see why. In the darkness, as he watched. He could see it. He wouldn't have lasted nearly as long as Derek had against Carl Buford's abuse. A wry, slightly bitter smile curled his mouth. Of course… no one would want him the way they wanted Derek. The bitter smile turned into a disgusted grimace. He should be glad of that. Spencer shook his head abruptly. This was not what he was here for…

He hitched his ever-present satchel higher on his shoulder. Spencer shivered lightly in the cool night air, stuffing his hands into his pockets. He pulled out one hand, a shiny quarter clutched in his fist. He knew the drill. Knew how to fool them. Spencer rolled the quarter over his knuckles, watching it glitter in the faint glow of the streetlamps. Then, in a rapid sleight-of-hand trick he learned in college, the quarter was gone. Spencer knew how to fool them all. He was a profiler. He knew how to find and catch the unsub.

He knew how to be the unsub…

'So here it comes, the sound of drums

Here come the drums, here come the drums!

Baby, baby, baby!

You are my voodoo child, my voodoo child,

Don't say maybe, baby

It's supernatural! I'm comin' undone…'

Spencer walked down the street, head down, cringing away from shadows. Like he should. Like any self-respecting geek would. It wasn't too much of an act… This unsub would be a hard one. Outweighing him by at least a hundred pounds and taller by at least four inches, Spencer had no choice but to use a silenced sidearm this time. A light frown marred his face. Not his first choice.

He'd been changing his MO every time. He left no signature. He discarded the weapon. Dr Spencer Reid did everything right. The satchel shifted against his chest. He could feel the gun pressing into his side. The unsub should show up soon. Unless he was wrong… but that didn't really happen much…

"Hey! Hey you!"

… And there he was.

Spencer turned, the picture of innocence.

"Can I help you?"

A twisted smile, "Sure can, pretty boy."

A twisted smile returned, "Not in this lifetime."

'Six foot tall

Came without a warning so I had to shoot him dead.'

The unsub looked confused. Spencer carried on smiling. A kind of serenity passed over him. This was right. It was still right as he reached into the satchel and pulled out the gun. It was still right even as he pulled the trigger. The muffled pop barely echoed in the night. Spencer looked down at the gun in his hands. The serenity left him. He looked down at the body.

'He won't come around here anymore

Come around here? I don't think so.'

Suddenly it wasn't so right anymore…

Songs: Title: Metallica – The Unforgiven II, Fic: BWitched – Blame It On The Weatherman, Savage Garden – Gunning Down Romance, Rogue Traders – Voodoo Child, Maroon 5 – Wake Up Call.