Brothers in Arms: Part Two
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader
Word Count: ~2.6k
Summary: You try one more time to get your dad to see how great of a man Spencer is but like before, it doesn’t go as well as you hope. Phoenix Arizona is dealing with a serial killer that is masquerading as gang members, but your team sees through the facade.
Warnings: canon violence, canon language, canon talk of death, methods of kill
Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Criminal Minds. All credit goes to their respective owners. If there are any warnings that exceed the normal death/kills from the show, I will list them. If you’ve seen the show, then it’s the same level of angst unless otherwise stated
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You two head over to a landfill where the newest crime scene is. The coroner is already on the scene removing the body, and your team just arrives as soon as you and Spencer get there. There were two cops on the scene, but only one of them died. Officer Ron Mercer is the only one who survived this, so he's the best witness you've got.
"He set us up. We knew he was out there but he still managed to set us up. I watched my partner die, and I couldn't do anything to save him."
"Don't worry, Ron. Playboy's going to pay for this," Evans says.
"Did you see Playboy here?"
"No, but--"
"We all know he did it, Agent."
"No, we don't. Lieutenant, you think I don't know how bad you want this guy? I was a uniform just like you. I saw a lot of cops go down. Before that, I watched my father get shot. He was killed doing his job--a cop's job--so don't think I don't know." Derek sets the records straight and turns to Ron. "Officer Mercer, what happened when you got the call?"
"Nothing special. We got a report of an aggravated assault. We were on it."
"Is this normal for you?"
"We were put here because of the shootings. We're back up."
"Did you get a good look at the guy?" you ask.
"No. I was too damn scared. I'm still scared."
Another officer on the scene brings over Ron's police hat with a picture of Ron's family taped to the inside.
"This is my partner's family. What am I going to tell them?"
"The only thing you can tell them--that we're going to catch the guy who did this." You and Derek leave his side and join the rest of your team. "We can forget about cross-referencing. These guys were just assigned this beat. There's no way the unsub could have known they'd get the call."
"He's using the 9-1-1 calls like a lottery. He's picking cops at random, and yet there's nothing random about the shootings. Each scenario has been increasingly complex."
"He's enjoying the hunt. He's taking the time to set his victims up and lure them into his net. It's become as important to him as the kill itself. He executed this last one while the FBI and every cop in the city was after him."
"Not to mention the press. The attention is egging him on. They're playing right into the unsub's need to feel superior."
"The press isn't our only problem. These guys are still trying to pin the shootings on a gangbanger named Playboy. I have a feeling we're not going to be able to hold them off much longer."
The unsub didn't show up all night, so you picked things off the next morning. You tossed and turned all night because you can't help but feel so bad about what happened with your parents and Spencer. You feel powerless against your father, and whenever he gets like this, you feel like such a shitty girlfriend. You should be able to protect your boyfriend from his words, but it's like he doesn't respect you.
To add to the shitty feeling you're experiencing, Evans caught Playboy and brought him in for questioning just as soon as you walked into the police department. His head is so far up his ass that he can't see that Playboy is innocent in all of this. Hotch is mega pissed that Evans would go against his orders and bring him in.
"Lighten up, man. I'm telling you, I didn't do it," Playboy rolls his eyes.
"Yeah? Well, I got a magic eight ball that says you did."
Evans takes him into an interrogation room while Hotch approaches the Commander.
"Commander, what's going on?"
"What's going on is my officers are being shot in the streets and crucified by the press. That's what's going on."
"You've arrested the wrong person," you say.
"I brought in a viable suspect for questioning. I had to do something."
Commander, I understand the pressure you're under, but doing this could undermine the investigation. Bringing in another suspect draws attention away from the real unsub. If he starts to feel inadequate, he may strike sooner just to prove himself."
"It's also possible that accusing one of their members could antagonize local gangs, which is the last thing your officers need to be worrying about right now," Rossi adds.
"Alright, look. I told you guys I was out on a limb here, so unless you have a suspect, I'm questioning Playboy."
"Hotch. Since we've got this guy, why don't we see if we can use him? Do you mind if I talk to him?" Derek asks.
"Be my guest."
"Commander, I appreciate you letting Agent Morgan join the interrogation, but I promise you, this is not our unsub. The real killer is still out there."
You want to be in the room with Derek and Playboy, but you're not going to say anything. You want to gauge Playboy's reactions and see if you can try and read him. He's not too happy with three people being in here, but he's silent about it.
"I know you didn't do it, Playboy."
"So, why are you dragging my ass in here, then?"
"I said I know you didn't kill those cops, but he doesn't and they don't. Trust me, they don't care, man."
"But you do? You care about me?"
"I don't give a damn about you. I'll tell you what I do care about. Catching the killer."
"I told you, I didn't do it," he sighs.
"I think you know who did."
"No way, man. It wasn't one of us."
"Okay. I'll give you that. Whoever did this ain't no gang banger, but he's been working your hood pretty tough without your say, huh? He's making you look like a real suspect, Playboy. He's causing you nothing but trouble."
Derek's words make Playboy angry but he's keeping himself calm to prevent himself from getting into more trouble. Playboy's jaw ticks and he shuffles in his seat to show his anger.
"He won't last long, then."
"Come on, man, look around you. From where I'm sitting, it looks like he's doing alright so far. If I were you, I'm thinking I want this guy gone for good. What do you think?"
"Who is he?"
"Probably somebody you'd least suspect. Probably wouldn't even think twice about him because he really doesn't look all that dangerous. Well, at least not on the surface but he gets real violent."
"We all get violent."
"No, not like this, man. He goes from cold to hot in a heartbeat with nothing in between. He takes everything real personally. He thinks everybody's trying to put him down so he's always looking for a fight, even if he knows he's going to lose."
"So, he's stupid."
"Maybe, but he's aggressive. Think, man. If you give me something, maybe I can get you out of all of this. He's white. He's older than you, not by much, and he works alone. You know somebody like this, I know you do."
Playboy looks around in contemplation. He knows someone like this, and he's hesitating to tell Derek. After a few moments, he sighs and comes clean.
"There was this guy. He was white, and he killed my lieutenant a couple of months ago. Bobby Q was like my brother."
"Yeah, your brother was a junkie and so was Bobby Q. I see the similarity," Evans remarks.
Playboy gets pissed and tries to attack Evans, but Derek holds him back. Evans has a sick smile on his face, and you push him away from the mess while Derek tries to calm him down.
"Hey, hey, hey, hey! Sit down, sit down! Don't even think about it. Talk to me. Forget him. I'm helping you, he's not."
"Maybe it's time you leave this room," you say sternly.
"No."
"I'm not asking," you glare at him. He thinks he can give you an intimidating look and you'll back down, but you're not. "I can get Hotch or Rossi if you'd like."
Evan's eye ticks in annoyance, but he leaves the room after that threat. Playboy calms down and sits down while you station yourself by the door to prevent Evans from coming in again.
"Alright. Your lieutenant, Bobby Q. What happened?"
"I told the cops it wasn't a gang thing but they didn't believe me."
"Who killed him?"
"If I knew his name, he'd be dead already."
Hotch opens the door and motions for you and Derek to come outside. You two leave Playboy inside the room and join Hotch and Evans' side.
"Hotch, Playboy didn't do this." You turn to Evans in concern. "Just because it's easy to pin this on someone who is known to act out, it doesn't make it right. If you do, then you're no better than them."
"There's been another shooting."
"I'll cut him loose," Evans sighs.
"No, not yet. Hotch, this guy knows something."
"Keep working on it."
Evans knows what he's doing is wrong, so you're confident to leave him alone with Derek. Your input isn't needed anymore, and you're more useful at a crime scene than here. Rossi meets you at the car with an update on what's going on.
"They have the shooter cornered in an apartment building downtown."
"Dave, stay with Morgan and see what this guy has to offer. Prentiss and Y/N, you're with me," Hotch says. You three head downtown where there are dozens of officers surrounding an apartment building believing the shooter is inside.
"Is he in there?" Hotch asks Officer Ron Mercer.
"Yeah, we got him cornered. We have men on both floors and the entrances."
"Do you know this guy?"
"Yeah, he's a banger called Diablo. He's one of the Lindo Park Assassins. Daws followed him here."
You look to your right and see Officer Daws on a stretcher because he got shot. He doesn't look like he's in a lot of pain, and you know he'll make it.
"Is he alright?"
"He'll live. He's a lucky bastard."
"We'd like to talk to him if you don't mind."
"Sure, just stay down."
You and Hotch keep your heads down as you rush over to the ambulance, leaving Emily with Ron. You don't want to keep Daws from medical care, so you keep it short and simple.
"What happened?" you ask after making introductions.
"He killed my partner. We were stopped at a light when the bastard came right up to the window. He shot Scotty in the head, then shot me."
"There wasn't a radio call?"
"There wasn't any time. He came out of nowhere. I guess he thought he'd bagged us both. Luckily, a truck came. I called it in and managed to tail him here."
The paramedics wheel Daws away to bring him to the hospital, and you turn to Hotch with a confused look.
"This doesn't make any sense. This was a blitz attack."
"Let's go." You and Hotch safely make your way back over to Ron. "Let us go in and try to talk him down."
"No, hold on."
"What's going on?" Ron asks over the radio to one of the snipers.
"We've got movement. It looks like Ramey and Wilhelm are inside the apartment attempting to apprehend."
Suddenly a gunshot goes off inside the apartment, and a body comes crashing out of the second-story window. You gasp just as the man falls onto the ground, clearly dead from the gunshot. You and Hotch rush over just as more paramedics come over to check on him. He was dead the second the bullet hit him.
Word of this got back to Commander Marks, and speaking of him, he's pulling up just as they bag him for the coroner. News reporters also show up to get the scoop.
"This is a different MO, Hotch. Not to mention that this was done in broad daylight. It's not our guy."
Hotch takes out his phone and makes a couple of phone calls, one of which is to Penelope so she can look into Diablo and Playboy. Commander Marks comes over when he spots Hotch, and you know he isn't going to be happy about what you have to say.
"Commander, can I speak to you for a second?"
"Sorry to see it end this way but I'm glad it's over."
"We don't believe that it is."
"What are you saying? The guy is dead."
"Diablo doesn't fit the profile."
"Are you telling me he didn't shoot Officer Daws and his partner?"
"We didn't say that," you say. "What we're saying is that he may not have been responsible for the earlier shootings. Commander, we have to be sure."
"I have got the chief, the press, and the mayor. Do you realize the pressure the department is under right now?"
"Yes, sir, I do, but it wasn't him. There was an earlier murder with the same MO. This unsub may have killed one of the Twelves."
"How does that help us?"
"This unsub thinks of himself as a big game hunter now, but he didn't start out that way. Meaning he started with a gang member, and now he's evolved. Give me twenty-four hours."
"They're not gonna wait that long, and neither is the chief. I'll give you four."
If you only have four hours to close this case, you have to work fast with everyone on the team. You two head back to the station with Emily to join the others.
"Ballistics isn't back yet," Spencer says when you walk through the doors, "but the preliminary ME reports suggest the weapon used to kill Officer Beck was not a .357."
A .357 was used in all of the other shootings, including on Bobby Q, Playboy's lieutenant.
"I spoke to Garcia. Beck arrested Diablo twice on drug charges, and last time sent him away for ten years. Diablo was just released on parole last week. Our theory is that Diablo went after the cop who put him away assuming it would be lumped in with the other murders. The unsub would take the fall."
"It almost worked," Emily says.
Lieutenant Evans walks in with a file in his hand.
"Well, I pulled up that information on Playboy's lieutenant, Bobby Q. There's not much here, and I know what you're thinking. We didn't pay enough attention to the case."
"Did you?"
"Look, with the majority of homicides in this city, we spend time and resources following trails that all lead to the same place anyway. We just assumed this was just another one of those trails. Being in a gang shortens your life expectancy, so it's no big surprise when a gangbanger winds up dead."
"The same thing could be said about a cop," Rossi says. "The job involves a fair amount of risk, so a percentage of untimely deaths is practically inevitable. Did Playboy tell you if the killer took a trophy?"
"He said Bobby Q's necklace was missing. It's in the report. It's a big, solid gold chain. Just figured the killer took it to pawn it."
"Or keep it as a souvenir," you shrug. "It fits the signature."
"He built up to this. We need to go further back." Hotch calls Penelope and places her on speakerphone for all to hear. "Garcia, can you pull everything in the Phoenix area that matches the same MO as our unsub, not just with police officers?"
"Okay, so I'm searching homicides in Phoenix for the last two months?"
"Make it three."
"Yes, sir. I've got murders and shootings with specifically neck wounds. Oh, I got a guy named Robert Quinones, nickname Bobby Q."
"We already have that one. Anything else?" Derek asks.
"One more. He's a bouncer at a bar in downtown Phoenix, Mickey Reese. The weapon is a .357 Magnum. Interesting. It says here the victim was wearing a ballistic vest."
"If the bouncer was wearing a vest, that could be how our unsub developed his MO."
"Send us everything you got."
"Done."
"Alright, we got gangbangers, bouncers, and cops," Derek says once Pen is off the phone. "All pretty tough targets; victims capable of defending themselves. As the unsub's sense of power escalated, so did his confidence, leading to bigger and more difficult prey."
"That makes sense. Risky deaths would increase the unsub's feeling of superiority. It's the same thing with using a .357 Magnum. It would make him feel powerful."
"Cops are at the top of that list. They're high profile, always on alert, and they're gonna make headlines. Killing a gangbanger isn't easy. They're always armed and travel in packs."
"The bouncer's the earliest. It was a pretty simple attack with no carefully thought-out plan. He could have been his first victim."
"We need to figure out where their paths crossed. Morgan, you, Rossi, and the lieutenant go check out the bar. We'll keep digging."
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