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Passive-Aggressive Partnership

Parts 1-9 Can Be Found Here / Part 10 @coveofmemories @bleedreid @my-xomatosis-s

Part 11

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It had taken a while for her to open up to him, but it was okay. He understood. Especially after she told him about what happened to her in college. Michael promised her that no matter what, he would be there to protect her. He loved her. He loved her more than words could describe. That sweet smile and those shining eyes. Those beautiful things about her that someone tried to take away; he’d almost succeeded.

After weeks of reticence on her part, she agreed to go out with him, but only if it was somewhere really public; she was afraid. She wanted plenty of eyewitnesses - that was fine by him. He suggested the local fair that had popped up. They could go on rides, eat fair food, play some of those rigged games and maybe he’d win her a stuffed animal.

While she had been nervous when they first arrived, within the first hour, she was smiling and laughing; she even slipped her hand into his. They did everything he’d suggested, she even won crappy bracelet that she’d placed around his wrist, and by the end of the night they went their separate ways in separate cars, but not before sharing a perfect kiss that he would never forget. It was the moment they fell in love and knew they’d be together forever.

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As Michael was walked into the interrogation room, the team gathered outside the window to observe.

“He’s involved,” Emily said, “But I don’t think he’s the killer.”

That was the second time in as many hours that Spencer had heard someone say that. “Why? Y/N found black nail polish in the sample she took. He asked Magdalena about the first two victims. It fits.”

“Too easily,” JJ said, coming up behind Spencer and leaning against his shoulder. “These crimes required a certain amount of brutality and detachment. He’s nervous. His eyes are darting back and forth. He’s a little bit sweaty...and he keeps picking at that bracelet in order to calm himself down.”

“You think he’s protecting someone?” Rossi asked.

Both ladies said yes. “I think the killer’s a woman,” JJ replied.

Spencer heaved a huge sigh as his head fell in his hands. Maybe Y/N was right. Maybe her sense that the killer was a woman was all she needed. JJ seemed to be behind her. And he’d doubted her. She was never going to let him live that down. “What’s the matter, kid?” Morgan asked.

“When I was on the phone with Y/N, she said she thought the killer was a woman too. And I questioned her. I accused her of making assumptions off feelings rather than facts...and we fought about it.” It still could’ve been him though. He was seen by the victim of the first two victims. He could be nervous because he was about to be put away for murder. And snapping his bracelet could just be a nervous habit. Although his actions could indicate that he was protecting someone, they could also indicate that he was just nervous. It could go either way.

Morgan clapped Spencer on the back of the shoulder. “I would suggest apologizing to her once this is over,” he said. “Either one of you could be right. We need to interrogate him to be sure.”

“Okay,” Hotch said, rifling through the file in his hand. “Spencer, you take the interrogation.”

“Show him the victims’ pictures,” Emily said out of nowhere. “The killer would have no problem looking at them. Someone else would likely look away.”

As Spencer walked into the room, he introduced himself, and told Michael he needed to ask him about Colin Kincaid, Robert Mobley, and Jack Salmassi aka John Cardenas. He pulled on the pictures and placed them on the table. Spencer could tell from the twitch in his neck that his first instinct was to turn away, but he didn’t. He looked right at them. “Do you know these three men?” he asked.

Taking a deep breath, Michael leaned back in his chair. “I’ve seen them before. They were disgusting human beings who deserved what they got.”

“And what did they get?” Spencer asked. If he was going to give a false confession, he wasn’t going to be able to recount all the details correctly.

“Robert got a quicker death. A less painful one,” he said, pushing the picture of Robert toward Spencer. “He was cut in one fell swoop. Colin though, he was mouthy, kept saying and I quote ‘the bitch was asking for it,’ so he deserved more pain. Used the serrated knife.”

He knew the difference between the two knives, and which one was used on who, but he was also using language that indicated that he wasn’t there. He was recounting it like a story, not like someone that had first-hand knowledge. The unsettling feeling in Spencer’s stomach grew as he continued. Something wasn’t right.

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Dammit. Michael had turned himself in. She knew him, better than anyone- he’d do anything for her. He was going to confess. Colin and Robert weren’t her first. She’d been doing this a little longer than the feds thought, but once Michael figured out what she was doing with the names he got her, he said he understood. He was behind her. Then they discussed that if he were to ever get caught, she wasn’t to come for him. She thought it weird when he asked for every detail of what she’d done, but now she knew. He was going to take the fall. Said he’d protect her - no matter what.

With Michael in custody, she went back to her apartment and grabbed what she could, hopping in her car with tears in her eyes and leaving the city behind - for a while or forever she wasn’t sure yet.

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“What about Jack Salmassi?” Spencer said, pushing the picture of the third victim in Michael’s direction. “What did he deserve? What did you do to him?” Michael kept trying to avoid using the language that would directly incriminate him, so Spencer tried leading him to do so, but it didn’t work.

“He deserved everything he got too. Kept talking about how much he liked Dillon Scinto, that it actually hurt him to kill him, but he did. Strangled him with his right hand. Can you believe that? He said he was hurt because he had to kill him. Used the serrated knife on him too and listened to him scream. The hand was an afterthought,” Michael said. The more he spoke, the more confident he got. Everything he was saying lined up with the wounds on the bodies, but something felt off. Although Spencer didn’t want to admit it, Y/N had probably been right. He was protecting the woman he loved.

“How did you find them?” Spencer asked. Where did those names come from? There was no connection between the three victims other than their prolific use of social media. “There was no connection between them.”

“Yes, there was,” he said, leaning across the table to stare directly into Spencer’s eyes. “Arrogance. They sat on the opposite side of a computer screen and spewed hateful drivel that they thought would never come back to them.”

“Where exactly did you find them?”

Michael took a deep breath again and when he opened his eyes, there was a fire in them Spencer hadn’t noticed before. “Hopefully, a man such as yourself will find this equally disgusting. I found them all through a Twitter tag they were using. #itaintrape.”

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“What?” Emily exclaimed from outside the room, immediately taking out her phone to do a quick search of the tag. “Oh my god.”

The rest of the team came to crowd around Emily, looking at her phone at the disgusting comments made by people who would in all likelihood never be held accountable for their words. “This is disgusting.”

Though these men had been killed and the BAU had a job to do, everyone was having an increasingly difficult time feeling anything but contempt for the victims.

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“I d-don’t use Twitter,” Spencer replied. He had no idea what any of that meant. “What’s a tag? They all used the same one?”

“You’re an analog man, aren’t you?” Michael laughed, feeling a little bit more confident in what he was doing. “A tag is a hashtag, the number sign, that allows people to type in something after it, like these disgusting men, and some women actually, that would allow others to search for the same topic. In this case, these disgusting excuses for men that were wiped from the earth, used the tag #itaintrape. Colin’s tweet was #itaintrape if she can’t say no. Robert’s was #itaintrape if she orgasms. And Jack’s...” he said, searching his brain for the right tweet, “his was #itaintrape if they’re not old enough to consent. Fucking disgusting. I found the most disgusting tags I could, tracked them down and killed them. I’m just mad I got found out so soon, I could’ve done more.”

Spencer wanted to throw up. The fact that something like this could exist, where people could go and talk about something like this, it made him physically sick. Michael had used incriminating language when it came to finding the victims. He was the one that found them, but he still got the feeling that he wasn’t being entirely truthful. The only thing he could think of that might get him to slip up was asking where the murders actually took place. “Where did you kill them?”

“They were all killed in a warehouse outside of town. It’s caught up in legal issues so no one goes there.” As Spencer got up to leave, he said nothing, honestly just trying to keep his composure and keep from throwing up. When he exited the room, Hotch said he already sent officers to check out the warehouse, and that the cops that took bribes over Colin and Robert’s case were taken into custody.

“What do you think?” he asked.

It just didn’t sit well. Everything that Michael said indicated he was the responsible party, but the way he said it, that was evidence of something else. “If the warehouse checks out, we’re going to have a difficult time proving that anyone other than him committed these crimes.”

Everyone had come to the same conclusion. The evidence checked out. But the behavior said different.

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The warehouse was the scene of the murders. All three victims’ blood was found there. “Well thank you for your help,” the leader officer said to Hotch and the team. “But everything checks out. We’re gonna take it from here.”

“We have reason to believe that Michael is covering for someone else,” he replied. “When we interviewed him, he refused to use words like ‘I’ and ‘me,’ he only spoke as if it were a story.”

“But everything checks out,” the officer said, his confusion evident as he looked at the rest of the team. “The murder scene. He said how the victims died and with what weapon. He said how he tracked them down.”

“We strongly believe that if you close down this investigation now, you’ll be letting a murderer go free,” Morgan said. “He used first person language when he was talking about hunting them down, so we believe that was his part in the murders.”

“But when it came to everything else, he told it like a story. Plus, when Dr. Reid here showed him the pictures, his first instinct was to look away. Our unsub wouldn’t do that. They’d have pride in what they did. Any vigilante would,” JJ said. Although she didn’t feel bad for the victims, she still did her job. These were the kinds of cases that made her question what she did for a living.

Once again, the officer extended his hand toward Hotch and the rest of the team, leaving off with a small wave from Reid. “I appreciate what you’re saying, but our hard evidence points to Michael Plasket. If someone else is out there, we’ll catch them, but for now, this case is closed.”

As they walked out of the station, feeling as if their work was unfinished, none of them really knew how to feel. Agents were supposed to feel bad when they couldn’t catch an unsub, but did they actually feel bad? Didn’t these victims get what they deserved?

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Nearly three hours outside town, Cara turned on the local news app on her phone to see her beloved Michael being taken into custody. She never thought she’d find love. Not after what happened to her. But Michael came into her life. Respected her decisions. Respected her body. And most importantly, gave her time. She loved him with all her heart. But these kinds of people needed to pay, and he knew that. That’s why he’d taken the fall for him. As the tears formed a wall over her eyes, she kissed the screen. “I’m sorry, Michael. I love you. Thank you.”

With his help, she would continue on.

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While everyone else went back to the Bureau to start on their paperwork for the case, Spencer headed over to Y/N’s office. He didn’t want to leave off on a fight. He walked in intending to apologize. But she said nothing as he walked in.

“We caught the guy,” he said unconvincingly. “Everything pointed him, but he was probably covering for someone.”

“So you didn’t catch the guy,” she replied, looking up with no emotion. “You think the person who actually killed them got away?” Spencer nodded. “Good.”

“Good?” he asked.

“Yea,” she replied. “I’m a human being and I don’t feel bad that these men got what they deserved.”

“But even you said you thought it was a woman? You said that’s where the facts pointed. Isn’t that why you went into this field? So that you could help catch the culprits? With facts? You were right,” he said.

A small smile painted her delicate features. “I know I was,” she said. “After all, I am good at my job. I know I was right, but I hope she keeps going and taking revenge on people like Colin, Robert and Jack.”

Spencer’s mouth dropped open. There was a sick feeling in his stomach, but as he turned away, he wasn’t sure whether that sick feeling came from the fact that Y/N seemed to have no bad feelings for their uncaught unsub, or because he happened to agree with her and he hated himself for it.

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