Chapter Title: He'll Be Back Again Tomorrow

Author's Note: Hi! So, I watched the series finale as it came out and as a passionate fan, I naturally re-watched the entire series to soothe the empty void left behind. And then, the plot bunny struck me, so I hope someone (like me) still venture into the CM arena with me!

This is a simple, episode-inspired story, focusing on the lovely Dr. Spencer Reid! The whole team will feature, of course. This takes place late season 5 or early season 6. This first chapter is but a teaser of what's to come, so the rest will be longer.

Any who, no one reads this anyway, so I will shut up now and let you read on! Oh, and please review when you're done!

Crimescenelover out

Disclaimer: I claim no ownership of anything you might recognize.

"Life is to be lived, not controlled; and humanity is won by continuing to play in face of certain defeat." – Ralph Ellison

Seattle, Washington

The sirens wailed noisily as the police car sped down the paved road, flashing the stark red and blue colors at every pedestrian and biker on the street walk.

Cars on the left side of the street filtered to the side to get out of the way of the racing vehicle. The man's knuckles tightened around the wheel of his own car, so taut that the skin went completely white. His heart sprinted like a racehorse, sending the blood pumping loudly in his hears. His palms were covered in sweat and sent his hands sliding on the surface of the steering wheel. It almost sent the vehicle skidding into the next lane. He corrected the car with a jerk.

He couldn't panic now.

He was in control. He was in complete and utter control and he couldn't do anything to jeopardize that.

He knew what he had to do now. It all seemed to abundantly clear. It was practically ridiculous that he hadn't spotted it earlier. He knew he had slipped and acted out of fear, but now he knew it was only his subconscious urging him to act. Just like before. He felt like he had screwed up, yet it only led him to greater things. This was right. This was true. Why else, did it feel so good? It would all be alright in the end.

That FBI agent had rattled him, for sure, but he was confident this was how it was all supposed to happen.

He was meant to meet him.

He was meant to take him.

He stopped the car as the light switched to red at the next intersection. As the vehicle slowed, the man risked a glance to the backseat. There was no one sitting there at the moment, but his focus wasn't on the seats. His grey eyes shifted to the blanketed lump taking up the entire floor. The thin, eggshell white blanket had shifted, he noticed. He had to find a quiet parking lot to fix it before someone managed to properly peek inside. The fabric had fallen down to reveal the limp features of the unconscious figure cramped onto the floor. The man was half his age yet was significantly taller. It had taken some doing getting him quickly into the car before anyone had walked in on them. His long legs were folded underneath the front seat to make the slender, lanky agent fit the width of the car, without his knees poking up too far. The crimson blood shone brightly as it had coated the entire left side of the lax face.

The man was worried he had hit the agent too hard. He had had a tire iron in his hands when he had made his decision. He had had to do it quickly, so he had just swung it, adrenaline fueling his arms. Though he had heard the agent groan once or twice, so at the very least he was alive. He had also used the gas, just to be safe. He didn't want any more surprises.

He wanted this to end exactly as he had planned. And by now, he was practically giddy with cautious excitement.

It was a very fitting way to end.

He would end this on his terms and what better way to do that than with an accomplished FBI agent. And at such a young age no less. It was perfect.

He couldn't help the timid smile stretching over his thin lips.

The light turned green and the man pressed the gas to continue his journey towards his destination.

Content and at peace, he drove off with the unconscious form of Special Agent Dr. Spencer Reid.

TBC