--I know the cliffhanger was killing you guys, so I wrote another chapter! Enjoy!--
"Then do it."
"I love you Rachel."
I shut my eyes when I heard the shot. He did it. Oh God, Spence is dead! Shit, oh god, Spence. Spence no! WHY? WHY?
"Now let's just hang on a second," The Joker said. "We don't wanna do anything crazy, now do we, Doc?"
"What are you talking about?" Spence said. I opened my eyes. Relief and joy filled my heart when I saw him. He lowered the gun from his temple, and the Joker dropped mine from his hand. He'd fired into the air. That was the noise. Spence was fine. Thank god, Spence was fine! "This is your game. I played by the rules. Isn't this what you wanted?" The Joker laughed.
"Doc, I just wanted to see what you'd do. I was waiting to see how far I could make you go. I couldn't get you to kill one of your friends but I pushed you to the point where you'd shoot yourself in the head so she'd live. I mean, c'mon Doc, what makes you think I wouldn't have killed her after you killed yourself?"
"Because that's not the rules of the game. You said you aren't a liar. You said you're a man of your word. I knew you'd let her go. Even though this is your game, you still play by the rules. I knew she'd be safe." Spencer said. He glanced at me every so often, but kept his attention on the Joker at all times. I wanted to run to him and kiss every part of his face I could get a hold of. But I couldn't move. Either I was paralyzed, or the Joker's grip on me was too tight, but I couldn't move a single centimeter. He was alive, Jesus he's alive. That's all that mattered.
"Good assumption, Doc," The Joker stated, proudly almost. "Very good. Now, why didn't I let you kill yourself, hm?"
"You won't kill me, unless I kill you." Spence breathed. The Joker giggled.
"Very good." He said. Spence looked at me again.
"What are you going to do with Rachel?" He asked warily. The Joker laughed again.
"I don't want her," He let go of me. I fell forward, not expecting the lack of support. Spence winced and took a step forward, but stopped. He looked from me to the Joker to me, wondering if it was a trap. I shook my head, telling him to stay put. He looked back at the Joker.
"How did you find out about her in the first place?" He asked.
"Public display of affection," He shook his head scornfully. "Tisk, tisk." There was a pause. I felt so stupid. I'd have to remember next time that when a serial killer has something to do with your boyfriend don't make out on the sidewalk.
"So, what now? What other way do you want to test me? Would you like to see if I'll run through a playground with guns blazing? What? What do you want me to do now?!" He demanded. The Joker laughed and shook his head.
"I'm done, Doc," He said merrily. "I got what I wanted from you." Spence looked confused.
"But, I didn't do what you wanted. You-"
"How the hell do you know what I wanted from you?" The Joker asked. "I mean, seriously, you may have figured most of it out, Doc, but you don't have everything."
"So…You're letting us both go?" He asked.
"Doc, I'm a dog chasing cars. I wouldn't know what I'd do with one if I caught it!" He licked a scar. "I just do things. You interested me Doc, that's why I made you my car. I caught you, and now, the only thing I see fit to do, is let you go, just like all dogs do." Spencer swallowed hard.
"And where are you going?" He asked.
"I'm getting out of here. Too many cops for my taste. I've had my fun, time to go."
"You think I'm just going to let you walk out of here?" Spencer asked harshly.
"Yeah," He said bluntly. He walked toward the door, past Spencer, who didn't move. He smiled at me, then looked back at Spencer. "I'll see ya around, Doc. Nice to have you play my game."
And he was gone. Just like that. Like a ghost. Just gone.
"Spence?" I said. He'd been staring at the doorway for at least half an hour now. He turned and looked at me, like he had just remembered I was there.
"Rachel." He rushed over to me, gathering me in his arms and holding tight. I kissed his face -just like I said I would- and ran my fingers through his hair.
"I, I thought you, god I thought…" I stammered. He kissed me back.
"Shh," He said gently. "It's alright. Shh…I'm alright Rachel." I felt tears in my eyes, whether they were relief or fear, I don't know.
"Don't ever, ever do that again." I said. He nodded.
"Mental note, suicide bad," He said, giving me a small smile. I was kissing him still, tears falling from my eyes at the same time. "Shh, Rachel, it's alright. It's over, he's gone." I nodded, leaning into the caressing hand he had on my face.
"He told me how he got the scars." I said quietly. Spence nodded.
"Yeah, me too." He said. I shook my head.
"What kind of person leaves someone like that?" I said. His brows creased.
"He told me about his father doing it, but he didn't say anything after that; did he say something to you?" Now I was confused.
"He told me he and his wife were jumped by a bunch of guys and they did it." I said. Spencer closed his eyes and shook his head.
"Well, there's another one of life's mysteries." He said. I nodded.
"Right under 'how many licks does it take to get to the center of a Tootsie Pop?'" I said. He laughed. I grinned. I missed that sound.
"Let's get out of here." He said. I nodded.
"Genius idea Spence." I smiled. He smiled back at me. I saw the weight that had been lifted off of his shoulders, and the relief in his eyes. I kissed him again, glad to have my boyfriend back. Man, it was still really weird to say that.
For the fourth time in my life, I walked into the station and was mauled by a little blonde woman. Her arms were wrapped tightly around my chest, cutting off any form of air.
"Omigod, omigod, omigod!" She exclaimed. "Never, ever, ever, ever, ever, do that again!" She said. I nodded.
"Garcia," I coughed. "Oxygen please." She let me go, embarrassed.
"Sorry." She said.
"You always are." I sighed, smiling at her.
"Thank god," Rossi said behind me. "I don't what the hell we'd do without you. I was really worried about that."
"I think we should kill him for making us worry like that." Emily said. J.J. nodded.
"Well," Morgan said. "Maybe not kill him."
"Just pretty close." Hotch said. I bit my lip.
"Sorry." I said.
"Just promise there won't be anymore suicide missions." Rossi said. I nodded.
"Better be," Rachel grumbled. "And that goes for all of you." She pointed her index finger around the circle.
"So where'd he go?" J.J. asked. I looked at the ground, shaking my head.
"I don't know," I said. "He disappeared. He said he was done."
"And you believe him?" Morgan asked. I looked up at him.
"What choice do we have?" I asked. He sighed.
"So," Emily began. "Now what?"
"We all take the rest of the day off." Hotch said. Everyone nodded and dispersed, grabbing their coats and heading out the door. I hugged Rachel and sighed. It was over. He was gone. And I had the rest of the day to spend with the most amazing woman in the world. The thought made me a little nervous, but I'm sure I'll get over it in time.
I walked through the dank streets, sticking to the shadows, keeping my face down in the damp night. Streetlights were my only way of seeing, no stars were visible behind the dense clouds. My surroundings would scare most women into driving faster, locking their doors and placing their purses in their laps, ready to grab the mace if anyone tried anything.
Despite the chill in the air, despite the spittle of rain falling on me, I was ecstatic. I had won. Hopefully Doc knew that.
I wasn't lying when I told him I'd had my fun. I was done. Until the game started again. Until I saw an opportunity to play again, and again. To watch people squirm with uncomfortable angst and fear. To hear the screams again. The game never got old. And for Doc, the game wasn't over. It will never be over. I cackled into the night, fleeing into another dark alley, ready to get ready to play again. I pulled the switchblade out of my pocket, twirling it in my hand, and hummed down the alleyway, giggling every so often. No, the game would never be over. And that's why I had so much fun controlling it. And, Doc was a real fun opponent. Wait 'til he sees what I have next. I laughed again, and laughed, and laughed, and laughed, and laughed, and laughed…
--Whoa! Was that cool? Feedback would be deeply appreciated! I want to thank everyone who read and/or gave feedback for this story. I especially want to thank Toxicbob for pointing out all of my flaws. I love you man. Thank you everyone! God bless all of you!
In Memory of Heath Ledger
April 4, 1979 - January 22, 2008
A performance that can never be duplicated,
no matter what the stories say.