Spencer Reid

october 31

they've stolen something from me. halloween isn't the only day you should be frightened.

november 26th

the day for giving thanks has left me empty because of them, and now you. I'll never be full.

december 25th

there are no gifts to give because of what they have stolen from me. you don't deserve to have it either.

"What does he mean by stolen from me? " I asked out loud as I read over the letters Sabrina had recently received, mentally comparing the two to each other.

"I didn't know back then, and I still don't know now," she replied quietly. I looked up at her and her eyes were trained on the wall behind us, out of focus. "I've been trying to figure it out for years- then when I got the recent ones addressed to me, I wondered who we possibly could have stolen from."

"Does anyone else know about the letters that were sent to Sam? That they would somehow know exactly what was sent to her all those years ago?" I asked.

She paused for a minute, thinking. She shrugged her shoulders, "Not anyone besides the police or my best friend, Michelle. She was with me when..." she trailed off, but we got it.

I nodded a little and proceeded to put the letters into my bag, standing up from the chair. Morgan did the same and stuck out his hand to Sabrina to which she shook.

"We're on your side, Sabrina. Let us look into it and we'll be in touch." He said, granting a small smile from her.

I handed her my business card with my personal cell number on it. "Call us if you think of anything else, or if you receive any more letters." I could only hope she wouldn't and that this was all just a really mean, unfunny prank.

Sabrina Woods

After the agents left, I leaned back in my desk chair and released a long sigh.

My head was pounding and I felt like I was suffocating under a blanket, trying to think about who might want to hurt me and my child.

The fact that I couldn't place who would-or could, hate me and my family so much to murder them just made me even more confused and paranoid. It couldn't be one of my patients, considering they're mostly children and most of them probably weren't even old enough to hold  a conversation let alone hold a knife and kill three people with it.

I stood up and gathered my things from my desk, done for the day. I pushed Dr. Reid's business card into the back of my phone case. It had been quite a busy week and I knew I needed to get home before Michelle had to be at work.

The drive home was quiet and unnerving. To try and stop my hands from shaking so hard, I gripped the steering wheel as tight as I could. My breath came out in long, ragged wisp of air as I tried to relax enough to make it to my house. Every turn I made, it felt like someone was either watching me or following me. As usual. I tried to brush it off as I pulled into the driveway, my headlights flicking off as I put the car in park.

I hopped out of the car and made my way to the front door, almost running right into Michelle as she threw her jacket on over her scrubs, toothbrush hanging out of her mouth.

"Jeez, Shell!" I gasped, my hand against my chest. "You're gonna give me a heart attack one of these days." I said, my already tight chest strangling around my heart from the scare.

"Sorry Brina, I gotta go," she laughed, her mouth sudsy with toothpaste. She was jumping into her white tennies instead of untying them and retying them, and her vibrating toothbrush finally clicked off as she took a step into the guest bathroom next to the front door.

"Hallie has been fed, bathed, changed and all that good stuff," she called from the bathroom. "She's been knocked out for a good fifteen minutes, but I'm sure she'll be awake soon to tell her mommy hi."

I laughed and grabbed a water and some leftover cut up fruit from the fridge. "Thanks."

I sat on the couch with the cup of fruit and slowly ate it, thinking of the conversation I'd had in my office with the two agents.

"The FBI came to my office today," I called to Michelle. She poked her head out of the bathroom, her dark, curly hair falling in her eyes as she raised her eyebrows at me.

"Oh? What for?"

I shrugged my shoulders and took another bite of the watermelon. "They wanted a copy of the letters."

"Did you give it to them?" She asked, wiping her face off with the small hand towel. I nodded and she smiled lightly. "See? They're checking up on you. Everything is gonna be fine."

I didn't answer her as I thought back to our conversation. They did seem concerned, but the question was: was it authentic? or was it patronizing?

The doctor seemed to have some kind of interest in what I was saying, at least. The way he read the letters surprised me; he didn't pause once while reading them over.

Michelle quickly walked from the bathroom and leaned over the couch to grab her bags. "See ya in the AM!" she called, interrupting my thoughts as she unlocked the door. "Love you!"

"Love you too, drive safe and text me when you get there." I said. She winked at me as she replied 'always', and closed the door behind her, locking the two top locks and the bottom.

I placed the now empty bowl into the sink and walked down the hallway to peek at Hallie, seeing her sweet face fast asleep in her small bed. I smiled and continued down the hallway to my bedroom and hung up my black blazer, and stripped down to shower.

As I lathered my hair in soap, my mind wandered back the two agents coming to visit me at my work.

Why had they come instead of Rossi? The way they explained it, it almost seemed as if they came on their own. Did he send them to make me feel better? 

I rolled my eyes at myself and nodded. Of course they did. Why would the FBI suddenly be interested in this sixteen- year-old solved case, just because I asked them to be?

I wrapped a towel around me as I stepped out of the shower, hearing Hallie's small voice calling from the other room. I grabbed my phone off the bedside table to see Michelle's text, laughing to myself as I realized she was right.

From: Shell Blanchard

made it to work :) is your pretty girl awake yet?

From: Sabrina

of course she is, mom is home!

I threw on a loose t-shirt and shorts, walking quickly down the hall to Hallie's room, shoving my phone into my shorts pocket.

"Hi pretty girl," I cooed. I picked the small girl out of her bed and kissed her cheek. "Did you have a nice nap?" I swept her blonde hair out of her face, tucking the thin strand behind her pierced ear. 

"No," She smiled and giggled a little, grabbing a piece of my wet hair.

"No?!" I gasped playfully with wide eyes and an open mouth.

She laughed and wriggled free of my arms. "No more naps!"  she said, running out of the room.

I laughed and playfully ran after her, following her loud giggles and the soft pitter-patter of her feet against the hardwood floor. "Hey, get back here!"

I heard one of the cabinets close and smiled to myself as she hid in her favorite hiding spot.

We had a tall cabinet in the kitchen that was originally supposed to be a book shelf, but the original owners of the home built around it. When the bottom shelf of the cupboard was removed, Hallie could crawl into the small space and pretend we had no idea where she was.

I opened and closed all of the cabinets to seem like I was searching for her, hearing her quiet laughter from the opposite side of the kitchen.

"Where the heck is Hals?" I asked loudly, closing another cabinet. "I can't believe I lost her!"

"Is she in... here?" I opened a cabinet under the sink, closest to her hiding spot and heard her laughter become a bit louder. "Darn." I laughed, closing the cabinet.

"Is she in... here!" I opened the tall cabinet and bent down to the last shelf and peered past the bags of rice and random boxes of cereal placed on the display. My eyes met her piercing blue ones and she screamed in delight as I reached through the shelf and tickled her.

"Gotcha!" I called, her loud laugh echoing off the walls of the shelving space.

I started to pull her out of the cabinet when I heard a loud crash of glass shattering and I immediately tucked her head into my chest as I shielded her from whatever the noise was.

My heart nearly jumped into my throat as I wondered what could have fallen over, when another loud crash was heard. Hallie started crying and trying to scramble up my chest as she nuzzled her face into my neck, and I quickly grabbed the cabinet door to shut us inside.

"Shh, it's okay baby," I whispered to her. I gently ran my hand over her head as I cradled her in my arms, my eyes beginning to water as I realized the glass windows were shattering in the living room.

I reached down into my pocket and fished for my phone, my hands trembling as I took the case off of my iPhone to pull out the business card I was handed earlier.

I jumped hard as I heard another window shatter, my phone clattering on to the floor.

Damn those stupid large windows.

I picked the phone back up and dialed the number on the card. The phone rang once, twice, and a third time before I heard the doctor's familiar, awkward voice.

"This is Dr. Spencer Reid."

A ripple of relief flew through me and I tried to speak as I heard the last window break.

"Hello?" He said, and Hallie spoke before I could.

"Mommy, the cup is broken again," she cried, looking up at me. "I don't have socks." She sniffled and wiped her face on my shirt and I bit the inside of my lip.

I nodded down at her as I remembered a few weeks ago, Hallie had accidentally knocked over one of my glass cups onto the floor, completely shattering it. I had told her not to step in the kitchen without socks for a few days after cleaning it up in case there were pieces still on the floor.

"Sabrina, is that you?" I heard through the speaker. I cleared my throat a little and put the phone back up to my ear, my eyes closing.

"Yes- I'm sorry, my daughter and I are at home and-" I jumped again as the kitchen window shattered, this time a small yelp escaping my lips. Hallie began crying again and I looked up at the ceiling, the phone pressed firmly against my ear. "Something's happening, all of the windows in my house are being broken and I had your number-"

I looked down at my phone and saw my phone was completely black, dead.

"Fuck. What is this, some kind of fucking Lifetime movie?" I whispered to myself. I tried to rock Hallie as she cried, trying to soothe her. "It's okay, Hals. Everything's gonna be okay."