CHAPTER NINETY-EIGHT: FAIRYTALES USUALLY HAVE HAPPY ENDINGS  !

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IT WASN'T THE FIRST TIME IN HER LIFE THAT CASEY WILLOWS FELT LOST. Ever since Spencer was arrested, Casey wanted to wake up from this nightmare of life. It hurt her being reminded of it always. And now, she was reminded of it, staring at Spencer's desk in the BAU.

Casey had decided to take at least a couple of weeks or so off to deal with everything regarding Spencer. But she stopped by the office to grab a few things before heading out. Spencer's desk stopped her from doing so. She looked over his messy desk, filled with books from the BAU library. Why couldn't she have seen it before? Why didn't Spencer let her?

She was taken out of her zone when someone had touched her back. "Hey." Casey looked over and had seen Garcia and JJ standing right behind her. "Hey." Casey took a sigh as she continued looking at his desk. "I still can't wrap my head around it."

"I know." Garcia nods to the girl and JJ looks at Casey. "I, uh, I took a change of clothes to the precinct for him, like you wanted." Since all of this was going on, Casey had JJ take care of a few things for her with Spencer. And JJ offered to help out however she could.

"Did you see him?" Casey asked but JJ shook her head. "Uh-uh. I left it with Emily. She said he was finally getting a little sleep." Casey nods, surprised that he could sleep after all of that. "That's good, he needs rest."

"Now part of me's glad I didn't see him locked up. I don't think I could take it." JJ stated and Garcia sighed sadly, rubbing Casey's back. "Ohh, our sweet, sweet boy wonder."

Rossi walks up to the three women. "He's strong. He's gonna be okay." Rossi assures. "We got a new swab from him and we're running it now."

"Well, what happened to the comprehensive tox panel they ran in Mexico?" JJ questioned. "With the red tape between jurisdictions, who knows if or when we'll get those results." Rossi answers.

"He should be here. We need him. His mom needs him. His son." Garcia then turns to Casey. "His mother. How's his mother?" She asks.

Casey sighed, "Well, she cried at first. Said it was all her fault he was even down there. But later she kept asking when Spencer would be home." She said sadly.

"Well, maybe it's a blessing she can forget." Rossi commented. "Yeah, I couldn't reexplain the entire thing to her again. Not while Chris was standing right there. He heard the entire thing." Casey told. "Now, all he does is ask questions."

"What's our next step?" Garcia asked. "Well, getting the kid home on bail pending trial." Rossi told. Garcia nodded, "Okay. That's a good baby step. I can focus on that."

"And I'm ready, willing, and able to post that bail no matter how high they set it." Rossi tells and Casey takes a breath of relief once he says that. "I can't thank you enough for that, Rossi." Casey tells, giving him a hug of gratitude. She knew she'd have the team in the corner for all of this, helping her out a lot since they couldn't do much for Spencer while he was locked up anyways.

All of a sudden, Garcia's phone goes off and she checks it. "Well, crime never sleeps. We got a case."

"You guys have fun with that." Casey tells and JJ puts a reassuring hand on Casey's arm. "Call us if you need anything. Anything at all." Casey nods, "You know I will."

         After Casey leaves the office, she heads down to her car and stays in the parking garage for a while, head resting on the wheel. She doesn't cry, but feels like she needs to. Like she should. She sighed, eventually turning the key in the engine and driving back to her place. Cassie had assured that she'd stay with Diana the entire night and Casey had even offered the guest bedroom to her.

A couple hours passed and as Cassie had taken Diana out to give Casey a bit of a break and Leah had taken Chris for the day, Casey had currently been sitting at the shared desk her and Spencer had, on her laptop, looking into Peter Lewis' files and interviews before he escaped. She swore that when she got the son of a bitch, she'd kill him on the spot.

As she dug in deep, a call from her cell interrupted her and she checked the caller ID and saw it was super mom💛 calling her. Casey hesitantly answered and spoke, "Hey, Jej." She greeted.

"Hey," JJ spoke. "You okay?" Casey nodded and answered, "Yeah, uh, Leah took Chris for a couple of hours, Cassie got Diana out of the apartment for a couple of hours too, everyone thinks I need a break or something." Casey told. "How's the case is doin'?"

"We got a remote control freak." JJ answered. "Neat," Casey told. "You need help with anything?" JJ pauses. "We'll manage. I just wanted to call to check in. And plus, I could tell how it's been going with Chris and with him knowing. How's he holding up?" JJ figured Casey could use a 'mom one-on-one' they'd like to call it.

Casey sighed as she looked at the portrait of her and Spencer's son on the desk and yet took another breath to keep from crying. "He just wants his daddy back home." She admits. "And I do, too."

"When I was pregnant with Christopher, I promised myself that I would never be in this situation. That I would never be away from him like that. But that's the thing. I always thought that I would be the one behind bars. That I would be in this situation. Not him. Not... Spencer."

From the moment she knew she was having Chris, she swore to never be like her parents with their drug usage and her father with going to prison and loving drugs more than his own child. Her relationship with her son would be so much better than that. And she was gonna treat her child with love and care and be there for him unconditionally. And she felt like she failed to keep that promise and internally wished that she included Spencer in said promise. It hurt Casey when she realized her son would soon enough become just like his mother but Spencer was nothing like her father and that's what she kept telling herself. She couldn't help but think about it, though. And not only that, he was also sick and she felt like she was continuously failing him over time that grew. This year was not in the books of best years.

"I know," JJ spoke. "We all want him to be okay. And that's what we have to trust right now. That he's okay. And that everyone is there for you, okay?" Casey hears JJ take a deep breath. "I know it's hard. I can't imagine what you're going through right now."

Casey rubbed the crease in the middle of her forehead, stressed. "I'm scared, JJ. Like, I'm scared shitless right now." She revealed. She never would openly admit how scared she was unless it was serious.

"Me, too," JJ stated. "But all we can do right now is hope." Casey sighed, "I'm tryin'." JJ continued, "I know. But we're gonna find Scratch and we are gonna make sure that he is put away for good."

Casey looks at her laptop screen and nods, "I'd hate to be him when I find him." All she wants to do is punch that smug look off of Scratch's rat face.

"I love you, okay?" JJ tells Casey assuringly. "You should get some rest. You sound like you need it."

Casey chuckles and scoffs. "Love you, too, Jej. Thanks."
"I'll see you when I get back."
"See ya."

Casey looks down at her laptop as she hangs up and leans back in her chair and decides to close the laptop and take some of JJ's advice.

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Casey had attempted to nap but failed miserably. Eventually, Cassie came back with Diana and Leah came back with Chris. When she put Chris to bed with seven bedtime stories, Casey had gone back to her bedroom, tossing and turning for what seemed like hours.

When the Willows turned over to her alarm clock, she'd seen the time was 2:43am. She sighed and was glad that she had gotten a few weeks off anyways for some rest. She then turns her body over to Spencer's side of the bed and digs her nose into the pillows to mask in his scent. Soon enough it may not smell like him anymore and that hurt to realize. She sat up on the bed and her eyes trailed over to his side of the closet they shared.

            Casey had stood up and skimmed through the clothes hung up. The vast majority of his clothes had been cardigans and sweater vests and she finally rested her eyes on her favorite one of his. His red cardigan. She grabbed the sleeve of the cardigan before bringing up to her nose and she smelt his scent on it. She almost felt like crying. She could imagine Spencer's reaction to this. So, you resort to smelling my cardigans because they just smell like me? She smiles a little and pulls the cardigan off of its' hanger and pulls it around her body, putting it on.

              As soon as she settled into bed and wanted to hold Spencer's empty side of the bed, she heard a tiny voice. "Momma?" Casey turns her head and sees her son standing in the doorway.

         Casey turns her body more. "Yeah, baby?" She asks. "I can't sleep." He admits. "Oh, come here, honey." With permssion, Chris jumps in Spencer and Casey's bed and settles in his mother's arms as she turns her body to him to hold him. "I haven't been able to sleep, either." Casey admits to him.

        Christopher feels as his mother runs her hand through his hair and Casey notices the pondering look on his face. It was the same as his father's. "Mom?" He asks.
       "Yeah, bud?" Casey asks.
       "Do you miss Dad?"

       Casey reminds herself that it's only been two weeks since Spencer's arrest. And she missed him to death. "The entire time since he's been gone." She tells. "Why, babe, do you?" Chris nods, "Well, every time I think about him, I get really sad. But then I get sad and that ends up making you sad. And I don't like it when you're sad. I just really miss Dad." Chris coughs and Casey realizes just how pale he looks in the dark. She hoped the medicine she'd given him would help him soon.

       "That's normal," Casey says. "And if you're ever feeling sad about Dad being gone, it's okay to feel that way. It won't make me sad. I mean, yes, the situation is sad but I don't want you thinking that being sad is something you can't tell me about. If you are ever feeling sad about anything at all, not just about this situation, I want you to feel like you can tell me or your dad anything, okay?"

         Chris nods to his mother's words. Casey reminds herself that the situation isn't like hers with her father. Chris loves his father more than anything and Spencer loves Chris more than anything in the entire world. Probably even more than Casey and that's how it's supposed to be. She knows what Chris is going through more than anyone. And she hates that. That's not how it's supposed to be. They're supposed to bond over similarities like their noses or their eyes. Not the fact that both of their fathers were arrested. But Casey knows that Chris has more support than she ever did. I mean, she had her uncle Gideon and Hotch and Rossi and Spencer when he knew. They all helped her. Spencer even encouraged to talk to her dad again. She knows that Chris has everyone in his corner, supporting him. And that's what mattered to Casey. But another great thing that he had was a mother who also supported him throughout all of this. Casey wasn't lucky like he was with his childhood, he had two parents, she had none. And she made that promise that he'd never be alone.

        "Can you read me a story?" Chris asks his mom, closing his eyes. Casey thinks for a moment. She doesn't wanna get up and get 'Goodnight, Moon' only to read it to him like six times in a row. She has a new idea. "How's about I tell you a new one?"

        "Like how Dad does?" Chris asks, opening his eyes for a minute. Spencer was notorious for creating new stories on the spot and telling them to Chris. "Yeah." Casey nodded and then thought of a perfect one.

         "Once upon a time, there was a handsome prince. This prince was smart like no other prince. He had a fantastic memory but on the outside, he was silly with his goofy mismatched socks and his cardigan he always loved to wear." Casey started. "But the prince was locked all the way up in a tower, it was 60 meters tall so he had no way of getting out of there. And the tower was guarded by a fire-breathing dragon that no one could ever get past. He was trapped."

         "So, then, one day, this princess comes along. And she's about one of the most stubborn princesses there are. Total opposite of the prince. She was kind of like a rebel because she didn't exactly liked being called a princess."

        "Like Merida from Brave?" Chris asks.

        "Kind of like Merida from Brave, yeah." Casey nods. "Well, one day, the princess shows up to the castle and tells the king: 'I know exactly how I can save the prince'. So, she puts on shining armor to protect herself and decides to go up against this dragon to save the prince. So, she decides to take her sword and throw it right at the dragon's heart. And the dragon exploded!" She makes a movement with her hands like an explosion as Chris watches her. "Whoa!" He exclaims.

        "Yeah!" Casey smiles a bit. "So, the princess uses the dragon's body to make her way up to the tower and she climbs the rest of the way up to see the prince."
         "So, the princess saved the prince?" Chris questions.
         Casey nodded, "Yes, she did. So, the princess arrives at the castle with the prince and the king blesses them with a pearl. The pearl had then changed into a rock and then a basket. And inside of the basket was a smaller prince. He looked just like the prince but younger and with the princess' eyes."

           Chris could tell this prince was supposed to signify himself and Casey watched as he closed his eyes. "So, the prince and the princess took their smaller prince and became the new king and queen of the castle. And they lived happily ever after." Casey continued to run her hand over his locks and smiled down at her son, content he could try and finally sleep.

         Of course, it was a tiny fairytale she decided to create in the spur of the moment but was happy enough to think that the fairytale could've been reality. If she was the princess and saved Spencer out of his hell and live their happily ever after. And that was all she wanted from all of this.

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          The next day, Casey was in the kitchen, making some coffee when her phone started ringing. She'd gone to go and answer and did as she leaned over the counter. "Hello?" She asks. "Casey," It's Emily. "You better get down here to the precinct. They found the murder weapon and ran some tests." The next few words could not have prepared her enough. "Reid's prints were on it."

           Immediately calling Isaac to watch Chris, Casey rushed over to the precinct and ran into Emily and another woman standing outside of the elevators. "Casey." Emily greeted. "What do we know? How do we get him out of this?" Casey questions and notices the woman standing next to her.

           "Uh, Fiona Duncan, this is Casey Willows, Spencer's wife. She's also an agent at the BAU. Casey, this is Spencer's attorney, Fiona Duncan." The woman holds her hand out to shake Casey's. "Hi." Casey shakes her hand back. "I'm sorry we're meeting under these circumstances." Fiona tells and Casey shrugs, "Yeah, me too."

           "Where is he?" Casey questions to Emily and she leads her. "We can go see him right now." The three women begin to walk down the hall. "How bad is this?" Emily asked Fiona. "Oh, we need to talk to Spencer." She answers.

            The minute Casey had entered the interrogation room in the precinct and had seen Spencer, she engulfed him in a large hug and Spencer had hugged her back and was now to be met with the bad news. Casey figured he could use one from her before figuring out what happened.

           After explaining what they heard, Spencer had spoken, "They found the knife? Where?"

          "In the desert," Fiona answered. "The theory is that you tossed it out the window of the stolen car during the chase." Emily speaks next, "It must have been whoever was in the car you were chasing." Fiona adds, "But that car and its driver are in the wind. The blood and prints on the knife are yours."

         Casey was seated next to Spencer and he tightened his uninjured hand around his wife's, playing with their rings absentmindedly.

        "This is bad." Spencer spoke.
        "There's more." Fiona told, as if the news couldn't get any worse. "The blade on the murder weapon is consistent with the blade that cut your hand." Casey looks down at his bandaged hand and she internally winced as he tightens the injured hand in a fist.

        "It means that the 2-to 5-year deal you didn't want want yesterday morning is no longer an option. The new offer's 5 to 10 years." Fiona told and Casey shook her head and looked down. "Oh, my God." Emily mutters.

       "And it's an exploding offer. That means that you have until the arraignment to take it. If you leave it, there won't be any more offers. You'll go to trial." Casey couldn't imagine losing him 2-5 years let along 5-10 years. He'd be missing so many things and it hurt to even think about.

      "And if he loses, he gets 25 to life?" Emily questions and Casey scoffed, causing everyone to turn her way. "Casey?" Emily asks and the woman stands from her seat. "No. No. No. He's not getting five years, he's not getting ten years. He's not getting any years because he didn't do it. And you're telling him to take 2-5 and then 5-10? That this is a better offer?" Casey questions, her rage boiling in her veins.

        "It's a better offer than 25 to life."
        "Well, I'm saying no to all of those offers. He has a son to think about!" Casey told.
         "Casey, I understand how frustrating this is—" Fiona tried but Casey stops her. "I'm his wife. I have a say in this, too." She sighs and stands up. "I need a minute. I—" With that, she gets the guard to let her out.

      Fiona sighs and looks back at Spencer. "Do you remember anything more about how you got that cut?" She asks. Spencer shakes his head and looks down. "I'm trying, but I can't remember." He looks back up at Fiona. "And I'm not taking the offer. I understand what's at stake. I'm not taking it."

       "Are you sure—?" Fiona asks.
       "Do you see how my wife walked out the room just now?" Spencer questioned. "I don't care about what happens to me. I care about what happens to her. And my mother. And my son."

        Emily sighed and looked at Spencer and then Fiona. "May I have a moment alone with Spencer, please?" Fiona nods, "Of course."

         Casey stayed after taking a breather and blowing chunks of her nerves into a toilet in the bathroom. After Spencer had a conversation with Emily, he requested that he speak to Casey next. Emily had sent Casey on over to the interrogation room and Casey had walked into the room with a lump in her throat. She had some time to clear her head.

Once she saw him, she could help but to approach him with open arms and held onto him for dear life. He'd done the same and it was the most bone-crushing hug they'd ever had in their entire time of being together. Casey pulled away and sighed as she wiped the tears threatening to come out. "I'm sorry... for acting like... a total nut job." She stated as Spencer had attempted to wipe the tears falling.

"I would've reacted the same way if it was you." Spencer tells, truthfully. They both had a tendency to act a little crazy when the other was in trouble. And they both knew that. "It should be me. You don't deserve this. And if I could trade places with you, I promise you, I would." Casey told. "I know." Spencer said as Casey sniffled.

"Do you know what you're gonna do?" Casey asks, knowing she has no choice but to accept anything he wanted. Because inevitably, this was his situation. Not hers. "I don't know." He admits. "Five years seems pretty doable. It's just five years. Chris will be ten, by then. You could still be there for him."

Spencer shakes his head at the thought. He didn't want to spend the next five years of his life only chatting with his son once a week over a phone and plastered shatterproof glass.

"I don't like it either..." Casey admits with tear-filled eyes. "But if that's what it takes to get you back, so be it. This hurts, talking to you like this, in this room, playing Russian Roulette with your life and your sentence."

"I don't want to make this decision. I can't. I don't want to." Spencer admitted. "What do I do?" He asks Casey and the woman shakes her head. "I don't know. But whatever decision you make, I'm by your side. Even if I hate it, I'm by your side." Casey told and Spencer could tell that she genuinely meant it.

Spencer's jaw quivered and his eyes filled with tears and he shook his head. "I wish I listened to you when I did." He told. With that, Casey had pulled him in for a hug and held him there for a long time until it was time for him to go back to his cell and his cot.

When Casey arrived back home in silence, she could help but mask it all in. She cried the entire drive home from the precinct. She tossed the keys on the table and took a breath as she headed towards the bathroom.

Casey looked at her reflection in the mirror and noticed just how horrible she looked. She had bags under her eyes, she hasn't eaten in days, her hair is frizzy. She then looked down at her stomach. Something was up. And then she realized.

When was the last time she'd gotten her period?

Casey then looked into the hallway cabinet and dug deep for the pregnancy tests she didn't use. Her and Spencer had a lot of scares after Christopher. Part of the reason why most of the time Spencer wrapped it before he tapped it or pulled out just in time for no swimmers to get loose.

Taking one of the tests, she was reminded of the first time she'd taken one of these — when she found out she was pregnant with Christopher. And just how overjoyed her and Spencer were when they found out they were having him. The walk she took after finding out refreshed her and made her have a sense of hope and light. Christopher was the best thing that ever happened to her.

As she paced around her bedroom, she hoped for this test to be negative. If Spencer were here right now, she'd be excited to be expecting again. After all, she'd thought about it for a while now. But she couldn't bring a baby into this, not when Spencer was looking at five to ten years. Oh, God. A four year old and a newborn while being the wife to a convicted felon? Jesus, she could be on a TV show. She couldn't have a baby in the midst of all of this. She just couldn't.

Reading the box again, she made sure to wait the two minutes out. The longest two minutes of her freaking life. She wondered if the circumstances were different, would she be freaking out like this? No, because Spencer would calm her down. Casey sighed and cracked her knuckles.

The timer finally went off.

Casey focused on the pregnancy test she kept inside its little bag to avoid seeing the answer right away.

Casey went to reach for the test.

It could be negative. It could be positive. Either way. It's screwed.

Casey picks it up, her heart pounding in her chest.

She takes it out of its' bag.

Oh, shit.

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The arraignment followed closely behind after the team solved their remote control case. Currently, Emily and Casey were the only ones there, waiting for the team to arrive. Casey had headed off to the bathroom to puke her guts out again. This time, she wasn't sure if it was nerves or maybe the fact that she was pregnant. She'd gone over to the sink and washed her face and looked down.

Was it obvious? That was a dumb question. The last time her and Spencer had had sex was right before he left. And that was nearly three weeks ago. Deciding to fix herself up, Casey had exited the bathroom just in time for the team to arrive at the courthouse.

"I'm so glad you made it in time for the arraignment." Emily said. "What did the kid decide about a plea?" Rossi asks. "I don't know." Emily answered. "I'm not sure he does either." Casey added.

"I can't stand the thought of him being in prison." Garcia told. "But five years is a lot less time than twenty-five." Emily said and Casey looks down. "But... still... either way, it's a long time." Luke puts a reassuring hand on Casey's shoulder.

"He must be agonizing over this decision." JJ told. "Well, whatever he decides, he has our full support." Tara added. "He knows that," Casey nodded. "It means a lot to him."

"We have to prove that Scratch did this." Luke said. "We'll get him." Stephen added. "Yeah... and I'd hate to be him when we do." Casey commented.

Casey was hellbent on finding this son of a bitch. He's ruined not only her life, but her husband's... and even her father figure's. Hotch. Now, she can imagine what Vivian was going through when he was SWATted.

Suddenly, the court doors opened and Fiona appeared. "They're calling his case."

Hesitantly, they followed behind Casey as they took seats behind Spencer's side, all reassuring to him quietly that they were there. "Case number 149-CR 0308, U.S. versus Reid." The announced.

"Ms. Duncan, your client is an FBI agent, correct?" The judge started as Fiona stood up. "That's right, your honor." The judge looked at Spencer and he followed Fiona's lead, standing up after her.

"You're charged with murder, which is a very serious matter." The judge stated. Spencer nods, "Yes, your honor."

"All right, Ms. Duncan, does your client wish to enter a plea at this time?" The judge asks.
Fiona nods, "He does."
"And how do you plead, Agent Reid?"
"Not guilty." Spencer answers, causing Casey to take a breath of relief as she tightened her grip on both JJ's and Garcia's hands. "Thank God." Garcia muttered.

"And as to bail?" The judge looks over at the opposing side, as does everyone else. "The people oppose bail and request remand, your honor." AUSA Martinez stated as he stood.

"Your honor, my client presents no risk of flight." Fiona defends as Spencer sits down.
"That's ridiculous. The defendant was arrested after fleeing the murder scene in Mexico." Martinez told.

"Those were extenuating circumstances," Fiona continued. "He'd been drugged against his will."

"By failing to notify the FBI of his international travel, the defendant violated the Bureau protocol." Martinez stated.
"My client presents no flight risk." As Fiona continued, Spencer turns his back and locks eyes with his wife, who seems just as hopeless as him. "He has deep ties in this community. His mother suffers from Alzheimer's disease and schizophrenia and lives with him. Nothing to mention his son suffers from acute myeloid leukemia at the age of four. He is responsible for their well-beings, as is his wife, Agent Willows. Additionally, he's been a decorated SSA with the FBI's Behavioral Analysis Unit for over a decade."

"And as an FBI agent, he has contacts all over the world." Martinez tells.
"Agent Reid would be willing to turn over both his personal and government issued passports." Fiona told.
"If he wanted a counterfeit passport, he could easily get one."
"He has no criminal history."
"The defendant is uniquely situated to evade law enforcement should he flee the jurisdiction."
"Your honor, he wants to stay here and clear his good name."
"He should have thought about his good name and maybe even his wife and son before sneaking across the border."

Casey knows this is the man's job but man, oh, man, does she wanna slap this guy right now.

She opens her mouth to say something but JJ stops her from doing so by tightening her grip in her hand.

"I'm prepared to present multiple law enforcement character witnesses on his behalf right now." Fiona offers. "The witnesses are here in the courtroom, all highly respected FBI agents as well as Agent Reid's wife." Casey is almost ready to volunteer herself first to defend him but the judge shakes her head. "Simmer down, Ms. Duncan."

The judge continues, "It's almost 6:00 and I'm not inclined to hear from character witnesses. Actions speak louder than words, I always say."

"We'd be willing to abide by a curfew and strict monitoring of his whereabouts at all times." Fiona offers again but the judge shakes her head once more. "Too little too late, counselor."

"If past behavior is the best indicator of future conduct, and I do believe it is, then your client presents a flight risk."

The judge turns to Martinez. "Bail is denied."

With those three words, Casey's whole world comes crashing down.

"Defendant will be remanded to federal custody pending trial." She bangs her gavel and Emily immediately stands up and looks at Fiona.

"How long before his case goes to trial?" Emily questions. "It's a complicated case. Three months." Fiona answers.

Casey watched as the officers put her husband in handcuffs and Spencer looks at his wife in all but hopelessness and Casey feels a weight on her chest and Fiona assures that everything will be okay to Spencer.

As they begin to walk off, Casey tries to make her way out of the seats. "No. No! You can't just take him away! He didn't do it! No! No." Casey tries to push Luke away from her as he holds her back from going after Spencer and JJ holds her back as well as Tara.

Spencer turns around, looking at his wife one last time as she clasps a hand over her mouth and Casey begins to sob into Luke's chest as she had just replayed the image of the officers taking her husband away in her head.

          Usually, when Casey told her fairytales, they'd often have happy endings. But for some reason, this one didn't have a happy fairytale ending like she had hoped.

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ik so much happened in just this one chapter
i hate writing this arc with A PASSION IM LITERALLY SOBBING EVERY TIME I WATCH THE EPISODES
I HATE THAT I WRITE SO DAMN FAST💀

alsoooo
AM I THAT FUCKING PREDICTABLE TO THE POINT WHERE Y'ALL FIGURED OUT CASEY WAS GONNA GET PREGNANT???? LIKE Y'ALL ARE TOO DAMN SMART- we should all be fbi agents fr
figuring this shit out more than spencer reid could🥱

anywaysssss
thank you for reading
i love you all
more pain and angst coming right up and a lot more casey centric chapters????🤷‍♀️
-mya </3