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year old Kelly Parkson and 19 year old Dakota Edwards were found in a
local restaurant dumpster. The cause of death was strangulation with
possibly a rope.They were both prostitutes and were found wearing black
garbage bags, meaning the killer actually undressed them and dressed
them back with the bags, keeping the clothes with him. There are no
signs of sexual assault.” Hotch announced to the team.
“There can be multiple reasons for dressing the victims up with
garbage bags, we could be dealing with someone who sees prostitution as a
sin and wants to humilliate them by replacing their clothes with them
and then disposing the bodies in a dumpster or maybe the unsub didn’t
want authorities to know about their social status, thus throwing us off
his back. He can be somebody who’s unpopular near women, having to
resort to prostitutes but still be denied by them.” Reid explained and
“Morgan, Reid and (Y/N) check out the crime scene. Rossi, JJ and I
will go check out the most popular prostituion sites, ask about any
Everyone left and Reid took hold of your hand, giving you a small and
kissing your cheek quickly. Morgan laughed from where he stood against
“Does being engaged really mean you can’t let go of each other?” he
mocked. Spencer had proposed to you a month ago and it felt like your
bond had gotten even stronger — if that was even possible.
“No. Being in love does.” you answered and pocked your tongue out at
him. Arriving at the crime scene, the three of you found yourself with
very little to look for, as the alley the bodies had been disposed at
was quite small. Morgan talked to the restaurant owner whilst you and
Spencer tried to find something — anything — that would move the case
forward. You took a closer look at the dumpster and a large bloody
handprint caught your attention.
“Guys?” you called out, both of them stood by your side and after analyzing it, decided to send it back to the lab.
“None of the victims were bleeding so this definitely belongs to the
unsub. Maybe he hurt his hands with the object used to kill them, or had
any injury prior. This is good.” You all nodded.
Once everyone reassembled and joined information, there was a
positive ID on the subject: Daniel Morris, a 40 year old secretary.
Daniel was abandoned by his mother as child due to her shameful job as a
brothel worker. He witnessed her murder in first hand because his
father was responsible for it. He was taught to hate anyone connected to
that kind of job and began taking them out one by one.
The team headed for the motel he was staying at to move through with
the arrest. Standing outside the door, everyone could hear screams
coming from a female voice which meant an attack was occurring at that
moment and they had to act carefully, and quick. You and Hotch took the
lead as he kicked the door in and just as you pointed your guns at the
subject, he held one up against the head of the woman he had meant to
attack — another prostitute.
“Put the gun down!” Hotch ordered but the subject didn’t even flinch, the woman visibly panicking and struggling to move.
“You take one step and I blow her brains out.” he threatened and held the gun tighter. You spoke up.
“Daniel.. don’t do this. Don’t be like your father. Don’t be like him.” you pleaded and panic flashed through his face.
“DONT TALK ABOUT MY FATHER.” he yelled. “YOU KNOW NOTHING.”
“We know that he murdered your mother in front of you and taught you
how to do the same. But you don’t have to, you can be different. You can
be better.” Hotch said, trying to calm him down. The subject’s rage and
hyperactivity grew at the words being said to him — a very dangerous
combination. Suddenly, he carelessly pushed the woman into Hotch’s arms
and you heard a shot. Then another one. Then you felt something hard.
Something wet. Something red. Then you saw pitch black, and muffled
screams fading into the distance.
You woke up to a continuous beeping sound and a pounding in your
head. Something tugging at your left hand caught your attention and you
turned to see your boyfriend — fiancé — with his head down and hands in
“Are you proposing to me again?” you jokingly asked and noticed how
weak your voice sounded. Reid’s head snapped up and his eyes gained the
twinkle that was missing for a split second there. He let out a deep
breath and kissed your hand over and over again, pressing it against his
“Baby.” he sighed. “You scared me so much.”
“What happened?” you honestly didn’t remember anything after the
subject pushing the victim away. But from the hospital bed, the
machines, the wires, you figured you had gotten hurt.
“The subject shot you. Out of nowhere. I was so scared (Y/N).. they
wouldn’t tell me anything and I kept screaming from you and Morgan and
Rossi had to hold me back. I felt so hopeless.” your heart tugged at
this, you never wanted Reid to suffer, especially if it was because of
“You’ve been sleeping for a quite a while now.. three days to be
exact.” he laughed quietly and you joined him. “But you’ll be okay.” he
kissed your hand once more.
“I promise these last three days are the longest you’ll ever have to
spend without me.” you smiled. Upon looking at your hand that Reid was
holding, you frowned.
“Where’s the ring?” you questioned, feeling quite naked without it. Reid squirmed under his seat, scratching the back of his neck.
“The doctor said that since you hit your head pretty hard, there could be some temporary or even permanent amnesia. And well.. I wasn’t sure you were gonna forget about the proposal or us or me, so.. if it happened, I would like to do it again so you would never forget about it for the rest of your life.” he admited, and you wished that you could just engulf him in the biggest hug but unfortunately, you were in no condition to do so.
“Will you?” it was the sweetest, most romantic thing you’d ever heard him say and you fell in love with him even more, although it seemed impossible to you.
“Will I what?”
“Will you propose to me again?” if it was cheesy, you didn’t care. At that moment, it was just you and him, the guy that would risk his life for you and was cursing himself for not doing that, the guy that knew you and accepted you before you even did so yourself. His shy smile adorned his face and you swore you could see him blush. He took a deep breath.
“(Y/N).. Neil Gaiman once said: “Love makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart
and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up.”
But all you’ve done was open it to a world of possibilities. You’ve opened my heart, mind and soul. You’ve changed me, and although change can be negative sometimes, you’ve only made me a better person. I believe in numbers, in facts, in evidence but mostly, I believe what my heart tells me. And since there is never a time or place for true love, and you’re lying in a hospital bed and I haven’t slept in a while.. will you marry me? Again?”
The tears rolling down your cheeks had began ever since he spoke your name, but you were able to mumble a “yes” and he moved to gently kiss your lips. He put the ring back on and this time it was your turn to kiss his hand.
Who knew that a hospital room could hold such a beautiful story?