#right in front of tara too like she may have been stabbed 7 times and have a broken leg but she did NOT lose her vision 😭 she can SEE YOU

[woodsborostabathon]

richie in that hospital room staring soooo intently at amber his ass is not even trying to be subtle 😭 like i would do the exact same thing. dare i say id be worse. but BROTHER

[jeichanhaka]

And Carried Me Away: Ch. 6

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Chapter Six:

Burnt sienna eyes slowly took in their surroundings, absorbing the decorations, space, and scenery. Alsie walked beside Spencer, her heart and mind impatient to see her daughter but at the same time terrified. Though she was more stable now than nine weeks ago, she was terrified of Jemma denying her. Of Jemma saying she wanted Linnet or Jemma calling Linnet 'papa.'

"It'll be fine. Don't worry." Spencer whispered to his sister, reaching for her hand to give it a reassuring squeeze. The corner of his lips twitched - this situation was so similar to when he'd brought Alsie to the BAU to tell Rossi about her and James. She'd been so nervous, she'd grabbed Spencer's hand.

Alsie smiled up at Spencer, but withdrew her hand. Her outburst at the hospital was still fresh in her thoughts, including what she confessed to her brother. That she loved him since they were children. That she still did, despite everything.

"Oh! Hello." Joy, having just entered the hall, greeted Spencer before her gaze drifted onto Alsie. "You must be Alsie. I'm Joy Struthers."

"Hi..." Alsie replied, smiling weakly. Her brow furrowed a moment as she placed the name. During her nine week stay in the hospital, David Rossi had visited or called frequently to tell her about how Jemma was doing. He also had mentioned that he had an adult daughter and a grandson. "...where's Jemma?"

"She's taking a nap." Joy replied, gesturing to the room she just exited. Before she could say anything more, Alsie entered the room in question and hurried over to her daughter. Not bothering to close the door. The look on Alsie's face as she knelt beside the slumbering three-year-old was enough that Joy didn't mind the other woman's abruptness.

"Thank you for helping with Jemma." Spencer whispered, his own gaze locked on Alsie and his niece. His stomach knotted.

"Not a problem. She's family." Joy reassured, smiling at Spencer. It had been a shock for her when she found out about her half-brother James being switched at birth, even more so when she read the articles about what he'd done. It had taken a few days to wrap her head around the facts - she had refused to believe it at first, and hadn't until she heard it from her dad directly. "It's lucky that the media haven't found out about Jemma. Or Alsie."

"Yeah." Spencer mumbled, his eyes still focused on his sister and his niece. Making him miss the scrutinizing look Joy gave him. Once he did notice it he blinked, confused. "What is it?"

"...You're Jemma's uncle biologically, and not just because you're part of the BAU family, aren't you?" Joy said, her eyes lighting up in triumph at the look her words brought to Spencer's face. Before the genius could do more than sputter, she continued. "Dad didn't tell me. I just had a feeling there was something about Jemma's mother that he wouldn't divulge. And seeing you and Alsie side by side right now, I figured out what it was. I'm not sure why, though. Why keep it a secret?"

Spencer swallowed, uncomfortable. He hadn't specifically asked any of his team to keep him having a sister secret, but he knew they knew he was uncomfortable telling others. "...our mom doesn't know yet, about Alsie."

"Huh? Why wouldn't..." Joy's eyes widened, her brain locking on an idea. "My god. Is Alsie...one of those who were taken by Connell as well? Like James?"

Spencer's uncomfortable and sad smile was answer enough for Joy. The journalist turned towards Alsie, more concerned about the brunette than ever.

"My god. That's awful. That's..." Joy shook her head, flabbergasted. Her journalistic curiosity took hold and asked a question before she could rethink it. "Is that how she met James?"

"Wha...no. That..." Spencer faltered in his denial, the question making him realize that none of them knew actually how James and Alsie had met. Each of them had had their own guess about how the two met, but none of them had asked either that question.

"...we met outside a bar. It was raining, he had been drinking, and I offered to drive him home." Alsie interrupted, turning to glance at the two standing by the door. Her brow furrowed, her recollection after driving James hazy. It had been during the time when she was still taking narcotics, so she couldn't be sure if her lack of recollection was drug-induced or from her D.I.D. Until recently she had assumed it was the former.

"Oh. So it was by chance?" Joy asked and approached Alsie, brimming with curiosity. She didn't know much of anything about her half-brother, aside from his being switched at birth and his crimes. And what she'd seen of and heard about Alsie, made her curious about how someone responsible for such horrors could be with someone so nice.

"..." Spencer watched his sister's face, recognizing her confusion and trepidation. It was the same look she gave over recent weeks as she started coming to grips with her diagnosis, and questioning her blackouts. His stomach clenched, understanding how accurate his and the team's hypothesis had been. If Alsie had shifted to an alter shortly after meeting James, it had to be because he'd attacked her. "Alsie, I..."

Alsie shook her head slightly and gave a small, demure smile. "I'm fine. Besides, the team called about a case while we were on our way here. You should go help. It has to be important if they called on your day off."

Spencer shook his head. "I'm staying here to help with Jemma. I wasn't called in."

Even as he lied, he could tell Alsie wanted to believe him but was confused. Joy too gave him an unbelieving look. He grimaced, thinking about the call Alsie had mentioned.

-"There's an unsub copying James' M.O. Unlike James though, this unsub is killing his victims." Hotch said, after Spencer assured him Alsie couldn't overhear. "This unsub is targeting James' rape victims. He hopefully doesn't know about Alsie, and even though she isn't a victim of James', it'd be best not to chance it. You should stick with Alsie and Jemma until we catch this unsub."-

"I'm not leaving you or Jemma. All right?" Spencer repeated, deciding it was best to stick with the truthful part rather than the false.

"...all right." Alsie replied, still giving her brother a slightly dubious stare.

0Tape:

-"Please! Stop!" The burgundy haired woman screamed, struggling to move though unable. Her legs were useless, unmoving and her wrists were rubbed raw from the plastic rope tied around them.

There were some muffled sounds, a question asked by the unsub off camera. Or a comment. Whatever it was, the woman's eyes widened.

"I don't...please...I don't know. I don't..." The woman stammered, each words punctuated by a sob. It was getting more and more difficult to stay conscious. What looked like a splotch of blood on her shirt was steadily growing larger.

There was a cold, unamused chuckle and then a man strode in front of the camera. He was obscured by shadow and the fact that his back was to the camera. In his hand was a long darning needle, sharpened to a point and with a makeshift hand-grip. It was designed so the needle wouldn't slide from the man's grip.

The man pushed the woman forward, and readied the darning needle at her spine.

x

Hotch stopped the video, saving the rest of the BAU, and especially Garcia, from having to see the unsub actually stab his victim's spine. It was only a modicum of relief, since the details were present in the case files each agent had.

"...this is from the tape the unsub sent to Rossi?" Morgan asked, reading over the autopsy report on the victim found in New Jersey.

"Yes. And facial recognition software confirmed this is the same victim whose body was found by New Jersey police. Who they've identified as Olivia Sutters. Aged 38. Originally from Poughkeepsie, New York." Garcia interjected before Hotch could. "I'm running a search on her, trying to see if I can figure out where she and the unsub may have crossed paths."

"What about the other thing the unsub sent to Rossi?" JJ inquired, refraining from mentioning the word 'eyes' in respect of the tech analyst's squeamishness.

"You mean the um..." Garcia faltered, the image of gouged out eyeballs flashing in his thought. "Well, um..."

"Preliminary DNA tests have confirmed them to be the victim's." Hotch replied in the tech analyst's stead.

"I'm curious why this unsub went from attacking women previously attacked by James, to attacking an unconnected woman." Tara spoke as she reread part of the file. "Especially since this unsub abducted his latest victim from New York. Some of James' most recent victims still live in the state, right?"

"Yes. And they're being brought into protective custody just in case." Hotch answered. He paused a moment. "Because of the possibility of James having known the unsub or come in contact with him, we should question him."

"...James is still refusing to speak to any of us though, right? Even after we found Jemma." JJ asked, her expression concerned. Rossi hadn't told them specifically what James had said the last time he visited James in prison, a few weeks after finding Jemma, but it had been enough to make the senior agent furious.

"Agent Fitzgerald has offered to interview him, since it's..." The sound of the door opening interrupted the unit chief. Before Hotch could continue, Rossi entered the room agitated. Cam Fitzgerald followed behind him. Hotch's eyebrows rose slightly, and then his eyes narrowed by the same amount. "Rossi...? Fitzgerald? Did James...?"

Rossi shook his head, his expression more livid than any of them thought it would be if James' had simply refused an interview.

"There was some incident at the prison, between James and a guard..." Cam started to explain, her heterochromatic gaze on Rossi.

"They threw him back in solitary, Hotch." Rossi seethed, shaking his head in disbelief. His mind filled with the not too distant memory of seeing his son unconscious in the prison's medical wing. The result of a psychotic break following being thrown in solitary. "Even after what happened last time, they still..." He trailed off, muttering a few choice words in English and Italian.