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It was a regular day in the BAU that is until you hear the yelling and sobbing coming from hotch's office.

"Please! I won't do it again, I promise!" Spencer was practically a sobbing mess at this point and it was clear he was high.

"Spencer, you did this to yourself, I'm sorry, turn your badge in and leave."

He set the badge on the table and proceeded to walk out but before that he turned,"you are one son of a bitch Aaron!" Leaving the team stunned. He knew they were right he had done this to himself, it was his fault. It was his fault he got kidnapped. It was his fault his father had left. It was his fault for getting addicted to drugs. YOU DID THIS TO YOURSELF SPENCER

~~~~~~~~~~6 months later~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Get on your knees bitch" Spencer groaned he hated this guy he wouldn't shut the fuck up.

"Mmph! What the fuck!? That hurt" he had forced his cock into his mouth.

The john grabbed his chin "Shut up you're a whore who gets on his hands and knees for money. I know you liked it."

God that was gonna leave a mark, but he had run out of baggies and he needed the money for more so he couldn't do much about the situation at hand.

"Fine, just hurry up and let me finish doing my job" The man had bought a Blow Job which would buy him about 4 baggies, it should be able to last a day.

When I had finished my pants were all muddy,'why would I chose such a fucking muddy place I just washed these.'

The man had tidied up but he wouldn't leave without making a snide remark, "you were good, just don't get yourself killed out there can't have my cock warmer dying" throwing Spencer his money.

'What a fucking asshole'
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"Angel! Over here!" Yelled a woman dressed in a pair of shorts and a bra looking top

Right, 'Angel' was my 'name', "Hey precious, what you doing working this early?"

"Ya know low on money, gotta get stuff for the kids, ya just finished with a john?" She was now looking a spencers face and dirty pants

"Yeah, he was an asshole and kept yelling, what are you doing here anyways? you never work 'round these parts" Was it because of the murders?

Looking frustrated, she said "Can't go back to 7th street to many of us were killed over there, there's no work and I can't have that." Just like he had thought, many workers were losing clients because of the people being killed working in the streets.

"True, shit I needa go, I have to get one more john before heading to find Omar, please stay safe out there." I was shaking, the high was wearing off. I needed to use, do I have enough money?… let me just find another john to be safe

Precious had clearly noticed the withdrawal symptoms,"you alright there angie? God I wish you would just stop, no matter just go stay safe as well ok?"

I had ignored her comment, she only called me angie when she was worried but I was already walking away I couldn't bear to see her pity,"ok love ya"

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In the end I found a client, he got a blow job. I finished quickly, got paid and left without a word.

'Okay i have 200 bucks that's more than enough, 4 single use bags should cost me about 120 leaving m-' what was that? Oh god was I gonna die?

'Oh my God please help me' "HELP ME! AHHHH" running from his attacker was a sex worker but he had gotten caught his a knife to his throat.

'Shit I need to run... RUN! Spencer move your fucking body why aren't you moving!' I was frozen in my spot and I couldn't move, then I saw them…

"Shut up bitch no one's gonna help you, you're worthless no will even notice you're gone" said a man dressed in all black

Sobbing the man said "Mnnnm, please I'll do anything"

"What can you give me? Sex? HA! Good luck in hell you whore" he then slashed the workers throat before he could scream

''Hah.. he was a runner wasn't he, he also had a good pair of lungs don't you agree?"

He saw me, he was smirking while talking of the man he had just killed

He started walking towards me, nothing had made me run faster all I could hear behind me was him calling me a bitch and to come back.

I had made it into a busy street where even he knew he couldn't follow me without standing out… god i really needed a new job

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Derek's pov.

"Ughh whys there a case so early in the morning" I groaned walking into the briefing room

"Because murder doesnt wait for no one" non-chantoly said hotch while reviewing the case. "Either way the case is local"

"Good wouldn't want to start my monday morning on a plane" I sat at my place and waited for the briefing to start

Harcia walked into the room and started briefingthe case,"Ok, This ones a tough one, there had been 8 murder's and as of now there has been hardly any investigation going on, accoding to all info gathered all of the victims were sex workers and some of them being addicts."

Hotch spoke up,"the only connection we have is that they were all sex workers, the only reason we are finding out about this is because of a person who complained to the police."

"So there was really no case? Do we know who the person they could be the unsub" I was confused how does someone ignore 8 dead people murdered with the same method of death

Putting a photo photo on screen garcia begins to talk,"That is a good question my chocolate thunder, the person or man per say has not been Identified yet because all he left has a note stating,'you dare call yourself police when you can't even connect 8 murders and the possibility of it happening again, you all should be embarrassed.' According to the officer who found the note he didnt see who had written the note."

"Garcia,can you access the police station's CCTV?" Hotch was looking down at the evidence which was people that were just mutilated and left for dead.

"Have you met me? Of course I can and I already did, this is the person who is seen writing and leaving the station as quickly as he showed up"

'Pulling the photo up it was a tall,skinny and frail looking man he almost looked like spenc- no stop thinking about him derek he's long gone.'

"Ok Derek and Emily, you guys go look for the guy and ask around. It seems like he has a connection to working in the streets as well so ask around there." Hotch was gathering his things and getting ready

"Ok, let's go em" I left the room and just couldn't stop thinking of him.

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We had started asking in the streets but no one would talk. They were all on edge from the moment they saw us. Then we saw this woman.

I walked up to her,"Excuse me, do you have a moment?"

"For you I do~, oh y'all a pair? That gon' cost ya more sugar~'' The woman had thought we were trying to get her services.

"You've got the wrong idea, we just wanna ask you a couple of questions."

She had started to look on edge and frantic," you guys are cops? Am I in trouble, shit- I needa go, I ain't gonna say anything."

"Please, you're not in trouble we just need to know if you've seen this man"

I pulled out a picture of the man, when she saw it her eyes widened for a split second, so she knows who this is just like all the other people we talked to, although they refuse to talk. Just who is this that they all protect him?

"He in trouble?" The woman was fidgety

"No, he not we just wanna ask him some questions on the murders in the area" I lied. We don't know if he's in trouble or not.

"*Sigh* fine, that's angel he's very protected by the girls 'round these parts because he helps them get their GED's and get jobs, things like that."

"Thank you. Do you know where we would happen to find an angel?" A sex worker helping other workers with academics, interesting

"Angels, a junkie, is always by the clinic around 11AM to get needles and stuff like that, that's really all I know about him." She seemed impatient know

"Ok, thank you for your time,goodbye" Emily and I proceeded to walk away, to the clinic we go.

We got to the clinic around 10:40 am, there was a line of what were obvious junkies…..god they all looked so miserable.

We started observing the line as it moved and none of them matched the description. We were just about to give up when the man at the end of the line walked up. Bingo. perfect match.

"Excuse me, are Angel" the man looked shocked as I walked up although I couldn't see him.

"Umm..no, i'm not, can you move" he looked petrified, why was he denying who he was?

Then I saw…him, for the first time in 6 months i saw-

"Spencer?"

"DON'T CALL ME THAT" he screamed, I was shocked, he looked so sick, he had gotten so skinny he'd always been skinny but now he was dangerously skinny.

"Spencer, omg are you ok? Oh god- you look- I missed you so much" Emily was horrified, she started to cry. She was furious when she found out what they had done to spence.

"Horrible? Yeah I know… I missed you too em" he was close to tears.

"Pretty boy, where have you been, I've been looking for you, please look at me spencer." I pleaded for those beautiful eyes of his to look at me.

He looked up and I instantly wanted to cry. He looked so hurt, so dead inside what had happened in the past 6 months?

"Why are you here? You shouldn't be here" The venom in his voice is what hurt the most

"We're on a case and you just happen to be our main lead…" I had forgotten about the case.

Frustrated he said,"You guy's got the note?, good because it seems like none of them know how to do their fucking job."

"Pretty boy, you know this means I have to take you in for interrogation" I gently explained, I couldn't have him run,I can't stand the thought of losing him again.

"Oh, right th- that's fine, but I'll only talk to em." He walked towards her and stayed put by her side

I was hurt that he only trusted her but it's fair i didn't help him as he was pleading for me to help him not get fired or did not help with his addiction. I'm a horrible person.

"Ok let's go down to the station where the rest of the team is." I started the car, they both got in and he started to head to the station, let's just wait to see how everyone reacts.

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I am currently working on the next chapters and I need some time because I am busy working and u am so sorry but I believe the next 3 chapters will be out in about a week again I am so sorry for the inconvenience

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Spencer's pov

We got to the police station and by that time I was panicking. What will they say? How will they react? Do they hate me?

I shouldn't have followed but at this point it was already too late, the only good thing is I got a good dose before coming here. We got out of the SUV, we went in and headed towards the conference room.

"Oof" I bumped into Derek, why'd we stop?

Derek looked apologetic,"Sorry,um are you sure you're ready for this? You're shaking, look Spencer if you feel uncomfortable you don't have to force yourself-"

"I'm fine,everything's ok let's go in" I wasn't so sure if I was trying to convince myself or them. Ok, new plan act like Angel would, confident,arrogant and laid back.

"Ok…" Derek led us into the conference room and everyone immediately looked up to see who Derek and Emily had brought back with them.

"I'm back" I smirked, putting Angel's facade on, not to mention everyone was shocked to see me.

*Narrator's pov*

Garcia was the first to react by running towards me enveloping me into a hug "Spencer! You're back, I've missed you"

Garcia is the one of the people who tried to help him not get fired but at the end of the day she wasn't able to stop hotch, "Hey, I missed you too." I smiled. It's been so long since her last hug.

"Spence i- I'm sorry" JJ was close to tears, she remembered when Spencer called her for help but she ignored him, she has never forgotten that day since and feels guilty. Spencer ignored her apology.

"Hey kid, how have you been?" Rossi, Spencer jumped into his embrace. Rossi housed him during his financial problems and treated him like a son, but Spencer felt awful for free loading and left without telling the older man.

"I'm so sorry I meant to leave a note i- I was just embarrassed for living off of you" Spencer apologized over and over he feels bad for disappearing on him like that without even leaving a note. He really didn't want to lose his father figure because of his mistakes.

He chuckled,"It's fine, I'm just glad you're okay and alive."

Spencer turned and acknowledged his former boss with a blank stare, the tension in the room was uncomfortable, deciding to break it Spencer brought up the reason he was here in the first place.

Spencer clears his throat,"Anyways, what do you guys have on the case so far?"

Garcia began to tell Spencer the details of the case,"Oh! Um ok, so far we have, 9 murders with the 9th body being found only 3 days ago. All of the victims were sex workers both male and female. Most victims having their throats slashed, tongues cut out and geez lower bodies mutilated. What's off is that the 9th victim has only one of the M.O."

"The ninth victim, do we have a photo of them?" Spencer was curious to know if the person was who he saw getting murdered.

"Yeah we do hold on, give me a minute here, it appears the person's name was Henry Miller." The picture immediately confirmed Spencer's suspicion.

Spencer began to explain the situation,"His death was different because I caught the person in the middle of the act, he started chasing me, leaving the body there." Silence soon followed but went as quickly as it came.

"Christ, I'm glad you're okay, did you get a good description of the man?" Emily looked concerned

"No, the man wore all black but I could tell that he was about 5'10 looked about 195 pounds and he had a limp."

Hotch spoke up,"Thank you, and um Spencer can I talk to you privately?"

Everyone had known about the nasty things said during their last altercation. What does hotch wanna discuss?

Spencer was surprised but quickly put his facade on,"Sure, lead the way Aaron."

Ignoring the first name and clear disrespect in Spencer's voice, hotch leads them to another small room.

The moment the door was shut, Hotch began to rant,"I'm sorry, I was an asshole. I was just so worried and I felt guilty and angry for letting this happen to you so I took that guilt and anger out on you."

Losing his fake confidence he went back to being just Spencer,"Hotch…" he couldn't explain his feeling he was still hurt and angry at the man but he just felt the need to hug him. So he did and it felt nice to finally break some of the tension with the older man who at some point he also saw as a father.

"Ok no more sappy shit let's go back they are probably worried" Spencer smiled leading hotch back to the room where the others were.

After everyone got settled Spencer still didn't talk to JJ but no one cared. They discussed the details of the case again and began a profile. A while later they all noticed Spencer started acting fidgety and was really sweaty…

Derek was the first to notice,"Hey Spencer are you okay?"

"Huh- y-yeah I'm fine" anyone would be able to see through the lie Spencer was telling.

Hotch then announced,"Ok everyone let's take a lunch break we'll meet up again in an hour."

The team then gathered up and asked one question, "Hey Spencer wanna have lunch with us?"

"Oh I can't, have stuff to do, I'll be back in an hour." Spencer really wanted to leave, he needed another dose, he felt really sick.

Without letting anyone answer he walked out of the police station and started heading towards his tent.

After settling down with his bag, he took out a little baggie, a lighter, spoon,some water and a clean needle with a syringe. He then started doing a routine he has been doing for the past year. A routine that caused him to lose everything. He put the dilaudid on the spoon then some water, then he began to heat it up with the lighter. After it was done he took the syringe,made sure there were no bubbles,tied the upper part of his arm and went into pure bliss.

When he cleaned up and made it back to the station everyone was already waiting for him to arrive. They then complete the profile and are ready to give it to the police.

Hotch gathered his stuff and encouraged the others to do the same,"Ok let's go give the profile."

"Ok you guys good luck with that. As much as it was nice to see some of you, I needa do some work." Spencer was already heading towards the door. After all, he wasn't a profiler anymore. He needed to make money somehow, and that was selling his body

"What? You aren't gonna help with the case and what work?" Derek was confused, Spencer is the one who brought the case to their attention. Why is he leaving?

Spencer began to explain like it was the most obvious thing ever "Well I'm not a profiler anymore, and I need to go make some money somehow, I can't stay here all day."

"Hey, I forgot to ask what you do for work, I asked your friend but she only told me what I already knew about you." Morgan assumed the answer but he prayed that he was wrong.

There was silence. This was the confirmation on what he hoped he was wrong on.

"What do you want me to say, I'm sorry?, I needed the money, fuck I still do so if you don't have anything else to say then I'll be on my way" Spencer was angry, what did they expect? For him to still have a normal life? He was a junkie who sold his body for money. What more do they want?

There were gasps around the room,"Oh spence please tell me it's not what I think it is. Oh god…" Garcia was devastated.

Hotch was feeling like a piece of shit, he should've helped the younger man, instead of firing him.

"Look, why don't you come work for us for the case? You'll be paid and for the mean time you won't have to…work on the streets and you've got more knowledge on how things work around here." Hotch offered quickly not being able to bear the thought of Spencer going out to sell his body again.

Spencer was quiet for a moment. He was thinking. "Yeah, okay I'll do it, but I'll still continue to work."

"Fine. Just go ho- go rest we will meet back here around 8 a.m"

Everyone agreed needing the rest after the day full of events, but they knew they had little time left. The killer would strike again as he killed every 5 days, leaving them with only 3 days before the next victim.

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"STOP CRYING! GOD YOU'RE SO ANNOYING!"

"I'm sorry mom..I'm sorry it's my fault." Whimpered the child

"you're gonna have to learn not to disturb me and my clients while I'm working. dont worry I'll make sure you won't be able to cause trouble anymore." The woman grabbed a hammer and began to hit his knees and ankles

The man woke up in panic,"stupid stupid stupid STUPID YOU DID THIS TO YOURSELF!" Yelled the man as he began to hit his fist against his head.

He got up and limped his way to the kitchen. How many days has it been since the last one?mother won't like this.

"Fuck what's happening to me?! I need to go get my mind cleared"

He walked for a while before his knee started hurting too much,about to give up with hiz search he saw him. Perfect,he'll do.

He whistled the whore over.

"What can I do for ya handsome,I'm candy by the way" said the worker while touching his chest seductively.

The man grabbed his wrist forcefully,"come with me"

"Hey! Ok, ok I'm going just let go" The guy was getting nervous but he needed the money so he reluctantly agreed to follow the man not knowing where they were going.

The man shoved the candy into an empty alley. He pulled out a Butcher knife but he was sloppy with his movements, this allowed the worker to run.

"'Oh my God please help me…HELP ME! PLEASE HEL-" running from his attacker was a sex worker but he had gotten caught with a knife to his throat."Shut up bitch no one's gonna help you, you're worthless no will even notice you're gone" said a man dressed in all black

"Mnnnm, please I'll do anything" He said sobbing.

"What can you give me? Sex? HA! Good luck in hell you whore" he then slashed the workers throat before he could scream

The man started limping over to Spencer looking ready to attack at any given moment.

''Hah.. he was a runner wasn't he, he also had a good pair of lungs don't you agree?"

Spencer began to run with all his might. "COME BACK YOU STUPID WHORE!" The man, almost incapable of running after chasing the other man, couldn't catch up to him.

"Fuck! I don't think he saw my face, let's get home to mommy dearest" giggled the man.

He walked home with no stops because she will get angry if he's late.

"Mom I'm home, I hope you didn't wait long" the man's demeanor was suddenly gentle.

'Welcome home James'

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Look, I just read through this fic again and I realized how bad It is. Not story wise, I will review the grammar and rewrite it. The storyline will stay the same. If you have any ideas or anything you thought could have been changed feel free to tell me!