Honestly, Spencer still felt like he was collapsed against the wall, watching as his wife walked out afraid as his existence, with a child bearing the name they both adored. But Ilaria couldn’t be his as much as he wanted her to be; she was 2.5 years old and Y/N had been gone for three years.
This little girl, whom he already loved with all his heart, would have to grow up either with her father, which Spencer thought unbelievable. How the fuck could the world possibly grant custody to a rapist? Or she would grow up and realize that she wasn’t conceived out of love, but out of delusion and fear. A beautiful, little child like that didn’t deserve to have the weight of the world on her shoulders at the age of two and a half.
All week long, he’d thought about nothing but his wife and her child. He’d promised his wife he wouldn’t let Abel separate them, and he intended to keep that promise.
The team had spent the entire week seeking out a lawyer in the area that could represent her. Spencer promised he’d sell their home if it meant paying for a good enough lawyer to keep Y/N and Ilaria together. Finally, they found her – Nikita Costas, known all over the country as the best lawyer to call in cases like this. She hadn’t lost a case against a rapist in regards to child custody yet. She was Y/N’s last chance.
“We have her number for you, Spence,” JJ said, hand her friend the slip of paper with Nikita’s number on it. “Just give them Hotch’s name and you’ll be able to talk to her personally and immediately.”
He would’ve called yesterday if he could, so he dismissed himself and walked outside the Bureau to call her. “Hello, this is Dr. Spencer Reid, I’m calling to talk to Nikita Costas. Aaron Hotchner of the FBI said I should call.”
While he was on hold, a whole host of thoughts went through his mind. Best case scenario was that Y/N kept sole custody of Ilaria and she got the medical attention she needed – in that case, she might be able to come back to him. But if this woman lost, then Ilaria would be handed over to her mother’s rapist and batterer. He couldn’t allow those kinds of thoughts to pervade his mind or he’d never stay strong enough to help Y/N; they both needed him at his best.
“Hello, this is Nikita Costas. Is this Doctor Spencer Reid?”
The conversation between the two lasted nearly two hours. He told her everything he knew about what happened between Abel and Y/N – at least what they were already legally able to prove. The circumstances of Y/N’s case were more severe than Nikita had ever dealt with, but she seemed eager to take on the case. “I’ll take this case pro bono,” she said.
“Why would you do that?” He asked, grateful, but taken aback by the gesture.
“One, your wife’s story got to me. I heard about you when she was taken a few years ago, and I never imagined this was where she’d end up, but that being said, this case is going to garner a lot of publicity, which gives me exposure and also puts pressure on me, because if I screw up, that puts my career on the line as well as the lives of your wife and her daughter. The whole situation will force me to be at my absolute best.”
Spencer appreciated her honesty and after another couple of questions, they set up a time for Nikita to meet up with Y/N, who was currently meeting with a psychologist in an attempt to start her healing process. “I’m warning you, Dr. Reid,” Ms. Costas said as they wound down their conversation. “This is not going to be an easy case. His lawyer is going to try and discredit her at every turn, and they are going to try and use her belief that she is Rebekah to prove that she isn’t stable enough to take of her child. Beside myself, this all rests on the psychologist and her ability to help Y/N remember what happened. And if she does, that’s a whole other set of challenges, because I imagine what she underwent was particularly unpleasant. This will be difficult, but I promise I’ll do what I can to ensure Ilaria stays with her mother.”
Spencer swallowed hard as the tears welled at the corners of his eyes. “Thank you, Ms. Costas.”
As he hung up the phone, Spencer took a deep breath and turned back to walk into the Bureau. On the one hand, if she didn’t remember who she was, the coward’s lawyers were going to use that as an excuse to discredit her sanity, but if she did remember, then she would have to recount for his lawyers and the jury every horrid detail of what he did to her. In the immediate future, she couldn’t win either way, but if she could recover her memory, she would be able to be a mother to Ilaria until the day she died.
Rebekah, or Y/N as she was apparently called, was petrified as she sat in the office waiting for the psychologist. Apparently today’s appointment with Dr. Madeline Wasser was purely to officially diagnose Stockholm Syndrome, which the police claimed was what she had. She knew what it was, but Abel wasn’t her captor, right? She’d met him at church. They’d fallen in love; it was just that she fell in love with a man she apparently didn’t know. She couldn’t have gone through all the things that police claimed. Could she?
“Hello,” Dr. Wasser said as she walked in and shook Y/N’s hand. “Today is purely going to be asking you some questions about Abel. Nothing intrusive right now, so you can relax.”
Y/N wasn’t so sure about that; she was pretty positive that she wasn’t going to be able to relax until Ilaria was in her arms for good and forever. “I’ll try,” she said shakily. She didn’t want to take about Abel. He’d killed people; she still couldn’t believe it.
“Tell me about Abel,” she said, leaning back into the chair. “How did you meet? How do you feel about him? I don’t want to hear what the police have told you yet. I want to know how you feel deep down.”
A small smile crept across her face as she remembered that day in church. “I was sitting in the front of our church. He was in the back, and after service, he approached me. He told me all about himself and said that wasn’t the time he normally went to church, so God had to have something planned for us. He was smooth and charming, and I went out with him the next day. After that, we fell in love quickly.” But did they? She didn’t know anything anymore.
After Y/N recounted her story, Dr. Wasser pulled out some pictures and placed them across the table. The pictures were of the agents that came into her home. “That’s Agent Jareau, Agent Morgan, Agent Hotchner, Agent Rossi, Agent Prentiss, Penelope Garcia, she was the one watching Ilaria, and Dr. Reid.”
“Do you know any of these people?” she asked. “I mean, do you remember knowing them before Ilaria was born?”
Y/N shook her head. “No, but I have an uneasy feeling when I see his picture, and I don’t know why.” She was pointing to the picture of Spencer. “It’s like I’m afraid of him, but I don’t really understand why I would be, because I don’t know him…do I?”
Dr. Wasser immediately changed the subject, asking Y/N all about her pregnancy, the other women that Abel lived with and fathered children with, and whether or not she introduced any of those women to Abel. There was no doubt in the good doctor’s mind that Rebekah, or Y/N, had Stockholm Syndrome; she exhibited basically all the symptoms. She would absolutely need treatment, but they couldn’t launch into it immediately. It would actually be worse to move into treatment right away, because the pain was too fresh. “Dr. Wasser,” she asked, eliciting a look of knowing concern from the psychologist. “You wouldn’t answer me before when I asked. Do I know that man? Spencer Reid?”
“Yes,” she said simply. “He’s your husband.”
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