Spencer's hand went straight through the wall. Everyone stopped and stared as he walked out of the room, tears welling in his eyes. "Spence, I'm so sorry," JJ muttered, rubbing his shoulder, while handing him some ice. "Don't take it out on yourself. You didn't know."

"No, no, shes lying," Spencer argued, wrapping his hand.

"Spence," JJ muttered.

"No, she's lying. We didn't get Italian that night."

"Spencer's right. We got Indian. She told us that to signify she's lying," Nate said appearing behind them.

"That was Susan," Lola muttered. "I'm certain."

"How?" Spencer asked, turning to her.

"The little stutter. She's had it since she was born. Susan's my cousin. And she's insane. There's a reason I don't talk to her anymore."

"Garcia," Hotch began.

"I'm sending the address to your phone. Although I don't think she'd keep her at her house, seeing as she shared it with James." Garcia replied.

"Ok, where else could she be?" Seaver asked, leaning against the wall.

"Susan was jealous of Y/N for getting into Georgetown. What if that's where she's keeping her?" Derek offered.

"But Georgetown is huge, where would she take her?" Rossi asked, flipping through the pages splayed over the table.

"What's Susan's major?" Spencer asked, looking up, his face deep in thought.

"Chemistry and English," Garcia said glancing at the computer screen.

"Send us the addresses to all chemistry and English related buildings on campus," Hotch ordered. "We're finding Y/N, and we're bringing her back," he said, standing up and grabbing his gun. Spencer nodded and followed suit.

-

Susan walked in and shook her head. "You're so perfect. Always little miss perfect. How's it feel to ruin your first relationship and your best friend's?"

"Why are you doing this?" You asked, sobbing.

"Because you ruined my life. I was supposed to be the one going to Georgetown. I was a legacy. But you had to go and take that away from me."

"Susie, our dads went there together. They were in the same fraternity," you said, shaking your head. "I didn't do anything wrong. I just got in," you muttered, crying.

"Don't you see? That's what you did wrong. You got in. If you hadn't applied, I would've gotten in."

"But Nate was waitlisted. If I hadn't gotten in, he would've. He did at the end of year anyway. Why is it that you're so angry with me?" You asked, confused.

"Well Nate will get what's coming to him soon. Why do you think I had you say that lie?"

"Are you really willing to throw your future away because of this. It was 5 years ago!"

"They don't know it's me. They think it's James," Susan said laughing. "I'm not stupid, you know?"

"So not only did you hurt Nate and I, but also brought James into this? You're insane!" You shouted, fighting the restraints. Susan frowned and pulled out a knife.

"Watch it, or those may be your last words. Actually, how about we send that doctor fiancée of yours another video?" Susan asked, grinning. You shook your head, closing your eyes to stop your tears.

"He's not my fiancée. He probably hates me. He was the best thing in my life and you drove him away!" You yelled, getting angry. "You're mental, absolutely mental!"

"Now, now, I know how much you like your hair. Would be a shame if we cut it off," Susan threatened, lifting the knife. You took a breath and flinched. "Smile for the camera! Any last words?"

-

Spencer, Derek, and Hotch were going to the Georgetown chemistry building while Seaver, Rossi, and JJ headed to the English ones.

The phone rang and Derek picked up. "Hey mama, any updates?"

"There's another video, sent to me again. It appears she knows Spencer doesn't have email."

"Garcia, can you send it here?" Spencer asked, leaning forward from the back seat.

"Already on its way."

Spencer clicked play on the laptop, seeing your face appear again. "Spence, I'm so sorry. I love you. I'm so thankful we met when you came and taught my chemistry class. Never did I think I'd fall for the geek obsessed with grignard reactions. Thank you for showing me how to synthesize them, it was the best lab grade I've ever gotten," you said, sobbing. "Oh god Spencer George Reid, I love you."

Derek turned to watch Spencer who shut the laptop and grabbed the phone from Derek's hand. "Garcia, I need you to look something up for me."**

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I love writing happy warm chapters, but the stressful ones are even better. Anyway, I'm going to go try to pay attention to my night class, which is unlikely.