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Spencer Will Be Mine	By : KTT2123 Category: 1 through F > Criminal Minds Views: 12864 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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The two Barry scenes, especially the second one are dark and disturbing. But if you are a fan of the show, it shouldn't be anything worse than what's been shown on the show. My friend who usually reads my stuff before posting wasn't able to read the last two scenes, so hopefully I didn't miss any plot points or anything.

That night they stay in Josh and Luc’s guest room. Mbizi has stretched out his lanky form on a blessedly oversized couch in the living room while Josh and Luc are in their bedroom. The large home is wired with state of the art security system and each person has at least one weapon an arm’s length away. Or in Mbizi’s case, more like four or five weapons. Nonetheless, if the stalker is brazen enough to attempt to invade the McWills household, he’s in for a very rude awakening. It would take much more than a single man, no matter his obsession, to overpower three highly trained, heavily armed men and two less skilled but still deadly men.
Lying on his side, Spencer snuggles closely against Derek’s side for comfort. His stalker is a killer now, a seemingly remorseless murderer. Kryupt is even more dangerous than he’d imagined and Kryupt wants Derek gone. He could have killed not only Derek today but every agent on his team and most of Luc’s team as well. And Spencer is afraid, terrified that his Der will be killed by this man that professes to love him and to never hurt him. Kryupt knows nothing about him; otherwise he would know that nothing could possibly hurt him more than losing Derek.
“I’m scared, Der,” Spencer admits quietly.
Derek meets his eyes, the same worry Spencer is feeling is mirrored in his love’s eyes. “I know. I am too, Pretty Boy. I wish I could take you away from all this and that it would blow over with a little time…”
“But we both know it won’t.”
“Yeah,” acknowledges Derek. Since it can never be said enough, Derek promises, “I love you, Spencer. More than I have ever loved another. More than I thought possible. No matter what happens, I will always love you with every fiber of my being. And no one will ever compare to you in my heart.”
Spencer melts and vows, “I love you, Derek Morgan. You are first in my heart and always will be. There will be no other, no matter what happens.”
Their lips meet tenderly, sealing their vows of eternal love.
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After leaving Danielson’s house in her truck, Barry drives to a shopping mall. He parks the truck and walks away with his duffel bag. Barry re-lives his first sweet kill as he strolls: the feeling of the blade sinking into flesh and muscle, the sound of her begging for her life even as he takes it, the hot splash of blood spurting from her veins, the heady feeling of power as her life fades away, and the utter silence of death. Killing felt good, almost orgasmic. For once in his life, someone’s full attention was on him. The woman could see no one but him. He held the power, power over life or death. It was fantastic!
*When I have Spencer, we can kill together. Yes! Mmm, covered in our victim’s blood. I’ll fuck Spencer right there in the cooling pool of the victim’s blood and he will love it. He’ll beg me so prettily for it, his cock hard and leaking just for me. Together we’ll mow across this damned country, leaving a mass of bodies behind. The fucking BAU will chase after our every move but they’ll never catch us. Together, we are unstoppable.*
Aroused by his fantasy, Barry spots a cluster of trees and hides within it. He pulls himself out and pleasures himself to his bloody, violent fantasy.
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The following morning, Spencer, Derek, Luc, and Mbizi go to the animal hospital. At the front desk, the receptionist’s eyes widen at the sight of the four tall and very attractive men walking in. Her eyes are drawn to the guns strapped to Derek and Spencer’s waist; she is worried for a moment before she notices the FBI badge clipped to Derek’s waist. No longer worried about getting shot, the receptionist checks each man out, drooling a bit at their delicious perfection. The concern on Derek’s beautiful face helps the receptionist pull back from her fantasies enough to direct them to the back where Clooney is being held.
Clooney is very happy to see his daddies. For Derek and Spencer, seeing Clooney alive and happy is the perfect way to start the day. Derek is relieved to see that Clooney is okay in person. He is no longer re-playing the image of Clooney going limp as Kryupt struck him now that he can see Clooney’s smiling face again.
Clooney’s night had been uneventful thankfully and his mild concussion did not worsen. The vet advises, “Clooney should wear the cone until his head wounds heal to prevent him from scratching at the wounds or tearing the stitches. Stitches are dissolvable and should dissolve in 3-5 days. His cast will stay on for eight weeks to allow his leg to fully heal.”
After thanking the vet, Derek picks Clooney up and carefully carries him to Luc’s SUV. Lucas drives back to his house to drop Clooney off. Josh has a studio in their home and will be able to give him the constant supervision and care Clooney needs as he recovers. Derek settles Clooney in the plush dog bed he’d bought for him this morning. With a quick goodbye, the four men go to the FBI building.
In the conference room, the rest of the BAU and Luc’s team are watching the news. Barry Kryupt’s image flashes on the screen; the newswoman talks about him being wanted in connection of the murder of Cammy Danielson, among other crimes.
Hotch says, “No confirmed sightings of him yet. Danielson’s truck was found in the parking lot of a shopping mall. Security cameras are focused on the store entrances; none of them showed Kryupt at all.”
“So we have nothing?” Derek growls.
“We have him dead to rights on the murder,” Emily offers.
Morgan isn’t reassured. “That doesn’t matter if we can’t find him. We have no idea where this scum is hiding!” Just as he is about to continue his frustrated rant, Barb, one of the receptionists, walks in with a letter in her hand. Knowing the drill concerning letters with no return address, she is wearing gloves and sets the letter on the table in front of Derek then says a quick goodbye. Spencer pulls out gloves from his bag and gives them to Derek, who dons them without a word. Unsurprised by the lack of a return address, he carefully opens the letter. The paper is black with blood red text. Inside it reads:
Did you like my little surprise? This is your last warning: get away from Spencer. He is MINE. Heed my warning for next time it won’t be a harmless EMP but a deadly bomb. Pieces of you will rain from the sky. But don’t worry; I’ll be there to comfort Spencer. Once I have him, I am never letting him go. You cannot stop me. Not you or your precious team. I am far more intelligent than all of you. I will kill anyone that gets in my way. We are destined to be together. Spencer will see and love me as he should.
Derek shouts, “Son of a bitch! It’s from Kryupt.” He reads it aloud.
“The longer he evades us, the more arrogant he becomes,” Rossi states. “That will be his downfall.”
“But how many people will he hurt before that happens?” JJ wonders.
None of them have an answer for that. Kryupt’s murder of Cammy Danielson has served to make him all the more violent and bloodthirsty.
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The rest of the day was spent attempting to find Barry Kryupt. Garcia can’t find where he is hiding, not even with the help of Bobby Hodges. The team runs down the leads phoned in but none of them pan out. It is a long and frustrating day. Reid and Mbizi Bay go back to the McWills house for the night, while Morgan and Lucas go to one of Derek’s properties.
Derek needs to burn off his frustration and demolition is great for that. Using a sledgehammer, he destroys a wall, imagining it is Kryupt’s crazy ass face. Lucas stands to the side, keeping his eyes and ears open for a blitz attack. By the time the wall is destroyed, Derek has calmed considerably.
“Feel better?” Lucas asks.
Morgan eyes him, “A bit.”
“I know you are worried, Derek, but we’ll get this guy.”
“I know that but will we get him before he hurts Spencer?”
Luc slaps him on the shoulder, “Mbizi won’t let that happen.”
Derek’s brown eyes narrow, “I won’t let that happen!”
Chuckling, “You’re jealous of Beezee.”
“I am not!”
Lucas merely quirks a brow at the protest.
Derek whines, “Spencer looks at him!”
Luc stifles his laughter but not enough that Derek doesn’t notice.
“Stop laughing at me you asshole! How would you like Josh looking at another man?!”
“Derek…”
Morgan pouts, “Spencer thinks Mbizi is attractive. I know it.”
“Mbizi is attractive.”
“Not helping!”
McWills sobers, “Mbizi means nothing to Spencer. Spencer may have noticed that Mbizi is physically appealing but that is completely irrelevant. You are the only person Spencer sees. You know that. You have no reason to be jealous.”
Derek nods in agreement, “I know. I just—I love him so much. He’s everything to me.”
Luc knows exactly how Derek feels; he feels the same about Josh.
“Still. I’m keeping a close eye on Mbizi and that slick redhead Sean too!” Derek pauses before muttering to himself, “With his fucking sexy accent and his slick charm, flirting with my Pretty Boy, making him blush. Only I get to make him blush!”
The ex-Navy Seal hides his smirk at the mutterings.
“Shut up! I see you smirking at me you bastard!” Derek growls in frustration while Luc laughs at him. “What if I flirted with Josh like Mbizi and Sean do to Spencer, huh, Luc? How would you like that!?”
He just laughs harder and harder until tears stream down his face. “That would be hilarious! God, just picture Josh’s reaction. It’d be priceless!” Lucas knows Josh wouldn’t blush but would look baffled at Derek and ask what the hell is wrong with him.
Morgan glowers; clearly he isn’t getting the reaction he’d hoped for.
“Oh, stop sulking. I promise Mbizi and Sean have no designs on Spencer, okay? Mbizi has his eye of your bubbly tech genius and Sean is married to Lola’s sister and Lola would kill him if he so much as looked at another person.”
“Mbizi better keep his filthy hands away from Penelope!” Derek warns.
McWills eyes him with sympathy, “I don’t think you are going to get your wish on that one. Threaten him all you like but he goes after what he wants with unfailing determination. Nothing you say will stop him, only Garcia can stop his pursuit. Mbizi is an honorable man. He is faithful and will treat her like a queen.”
Morgan grumbles but he trusts Luc’s judgment. Derek wants Penelope to be as happy as he is with Spencer. If Mbizi makes her happy, Derek will give his blessing. But if he hurts her, Derek will slaughter him. “He’d better treat her right or he’ll answer to me.”
Luc answers laughingly, “I think he’s quite aware of that.” The big brother act the night before made Derek’s protectiveness of Penelope very apparent, Mbizi would have had to be blind not to see it. “Feel better now?”
Derek nods yes, “Yeah. Let’s go home…or I guess to your home.”
“You know you and Spencer can stay as long as you want with us.”
“Yeah, I know and we’re thankful.” Josh and Lucas are great friends and he and Spencer are lucky to have them in their lives.
The two men slap each other’s shoulders and plod back to the car.
The trip back to the house passes quickly and the silent between them is easy and comfortable.
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Spencer opens the door eagerly for Derek and Luc, bouncing up and down in excitement. “You’re back! Come on, I waited for you!” Clooney looks just as excited as Spencer to see Derek.
Lucas is puzzled but Derek clearly knows exactly what Spencer is talking about.
Derek allows Spencer to drag him to the couch, Clooney lies at their feet. Josh and Mbizi are lounging on one end of the sofa. The security camera footage from the house is playing on the TV, which is obviously why they let Spencer answer the door alone. “Thank god, you’re back! Spencer’s been driving us crazy waiting for you! He refused to watch until you got here,” Josh rants.
“I don’t know why we had to wait. Derek’s the one that decided to be late, why should we suffer? Spencer could have watched it with me,” Mbizi drawls, his only aim to ruffle Morgan’s feathers.
Derek narrows his eyes, “Spencer doesn’t want to watch it with you. He wants to watch it with me.”
Josh rolls his eyes, “Girls, girls. You’re both pretty. Now can we get this show on the road?”
Spencer giggles at the disgruntle look on both Derek and Mbizi’s faces. “Yes! Let’s watch!” He snuggles into Derek happily. Derek shoots Mbizi a smug look, who just smirks back at him.
Lucas sits down next to Josh and seconds later has a lapful of clinging octopus, aka Josh. Used to it from their years together, Luc endures his husband’s need for physical contact with grace. He asks nonchalantly, “So what are we watching?”
“Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.!” Spencer squeals, unable to restrain his enthusiasm.
“Shield, shield, why does that sound familiar?” Luc asks.
Josh mumbles into Luc’s neck, “The Avengers.”
“Ah, right.” Luc isn’t too into superhero type movies but Josh had dragged him to The Avengers. He’d also forced him to watch it several times since it came out on DVD. Lucas knows there is some comic book type show that Josh has been watching religiously but so far had weaseled out of actually watching it.
“It’s the best! I love Coulson! He looks deceptively like a boring office worker but can kill someone with a paperclip. He is completely badass! And he’s so sexy!” Spencer gushes.
Lucas lifts a brow in surprise, “And Derek lets you watch this show despite your obvious…crush on this Cowlson guy?”
“Coulson, it is Coulson, not Cowlson! Derek loves the show as much as I do. He’s totally a secret comic book nerd. Plus, he’s got his own crush on the show!” Spencer confesses.
“Hey! I do not!”
Spencer counters, “You totally do.”
Derek makes a face and opens his mouth to protest when Josh interrupts, “Who is it? May? Sky?” He pauses before guessing uncertainly, “Simmons?”
Spencer shakes his head, “Nope.”
Derek puts his hand over Spencer’s mouth and warns him, “Don’t you dare!” He grimaces at the wet tongue touching his hand and pulls his hand away automatically. Spencer blurts, “It’s…mmphmm.” Derek covers his mouth before he can finish.
Josh perks up, suddenly realizing who it is. “Oh my god! It’s Fitz, isn’t it?!”
Morgan twitches at the name, leaving no doubt that his crush really is Fitz.
Mbizi is very much enjoying the interactions between the men, despite not knowing who they are talking about. He’s never seen the show but by the embarrassment on Derek’s face, there must be something about this Fitz character.
“Shut up! Fitz is adorable!” Derek snarls at Josh.
The other man laughs a little hysterically. “Of course he is! Only you would have a crush on Marvel’s version of Spencer. Now that’s adorable!”
Derek mumbles angrily to himself until Spencer kisses his scowling face. He knows his little crush on the Fitz character is more about the fact that he reminds Derek of Spencer than anything else. Derek also realizes that Spencer is equally aware of that.
Lucas is curious about this Fitz guy. “So what’s Fitz like?”
Josh answers, “Shy, nerdy, a genius, rambles a lot, adorable, awkward, likes ties and sweaters, sound familiar?” Spencer may have come out of his shell a lot since getting together with Derek but he still has his moments of shy, awkwardness.
Both Luc and Mbizi grin.
Derek glares at the other men, daring them to say a word.
Josh chuckles at the venom in Derek’s gaze.
Spencer cuddles into Derek, making the glare melt away. He declares, “I think it’s cute.”
Lucas, Josh, and Mbizi all laugh because it is clear if anyone but Spencer said that, Morgan would be reacting much differently. There is no doubt that Derek is an absolute softie where Spencer is concerned.
The pair trade sickeningly sweet kisses.
Josh covers his eyes, “Ugh! Not in front of me! Keep it in your pants, guys!”
Spencer pulls back with faintly pink cheeks. “Er…why don’t we watch Shield now?”
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The next day is quiet. No communication from Kryupt. No confirmed sightings either. The BAU doesn’t like the waiting, each one of them waiting for the other shoe to drop. Kryupt has to be planning something and whatever it is can’t be good.
Just when Hotch is about to tell everyone to go home, they get a call. A man was found murdered in DC with a note addressed to Derek Morgan of the BAU.
The group packs up and goes to DC. Spencer and Rossi, along with Mbizi and Evelyn go to the morgue. The rest go to the scene.
Spencer and Dave arrive first, meeting the medical examinator in the morgue. Brief introductions are made. Evelyn guards the doors of the morgue, while Mbizi keeps watch inside. The ME, Richard Christensen, pulls back the sheet and Spencer gasps, “Oh my god!” Despite the torture inflicted on the body, the victim’s face is unmarred and that face looks eerily like Derek. They could be brothers, twins even. This man is Derek’s doppelganger, the differences in their faces extraordinarily slight.
Spencer starts to tremble, staring at the face of the deceased. Even though he knows it isn’t Derek lying on the slab, his heart is wrenching like it really is Derek. “I can’t, I c—can’t!” Spencer stutters, shaking his head wildly. Mbizi wraps his arms around Spencer, turning him away from the body. Spencer shudders; the image of Derek lying cold and dead is burned into his brain. Mbizi quickly grabs Spencer’s phone, dials Derek’s phone and presses it to Spencer’s ear when he answers.
“Spencer? Baby, what’s wrong?!”
“Derek! Oh god! The vic—he looks like you. He looks just like you!”
“Shh, Pretty Boy. It’s not me. I’m alive; it’s not me!”
Hearing Derek’s voice helps him calm down. Spencer breathes in deep, holding and then exhaling shakily.
Derek continues to chant, “I’m okay. It’s not me. I’m okay.”
Spencer pulls himself together, “This is Kryupt, isn’t it? He killed this man because he looks like you.”
“I know,” Derek admits softly. A part of him feels guilty and responsible for the victim’s death.
“It’s not your fault, Derek. Kryupt is responsible, not you.”
Derek sighs, Spencer knows exactly what he is feeling, what he is thinking. “If I—”
“If you what, Der? Did as he demanded and left me? Gave me to him? If you are to blame, then so am I. I chose to stay with you. I could have solved this if I’d offered myself to him, let him take me.”
“What?! No, Spencer!”
“You are not to blame and neither am I. Kryupt killed him and Danielson. We’ve done nothing wrong.”
“Thank you. I needed that.” Derek pauses before he declares in a firm, confident tone, “Let’s catch this guy. Not only for us but for his innocent victims.” A moment later, Morgan arrives at the scene. He has a feeling he knows what is in the note. It doesn’t take a genius to figure it out. “We’re at the scene. Are you okay being there for the autopsy?”
Spencer takes the time to consider it seriously, “Yes, I can do it.” Spencer’s knowledge of anatomy and his keen eyes make him the perfect person to sit in on autopsies. More than once, he has seen something the ME missed and that no other team member but him would have caught. He needs to be here; the victim deserves his expertise.
Mbizi hangs up the phone for Spencer and hands it back to him. Spencer carefully extracts himself from Mbizi’s arms. Their brown eyes meet, “Thank you, Mbizi.”
The Egyptian acknowledges Spencer’s gratitude with a nod.
Rossi, who has been silent all this time, asks with concern in his voice, “Are you sure you are up for this, Spencer?”
“I’m sure. But thanks for asking.” The two men share a comforting pat on the shoulders.
The group turns back to the body and the ME. The older gentleman appears unsure of how to react to what he’d just seen and heard. He clearly wants to ask who the victim looks like but refrains. “Are we ready to continue?”
Spencer answers, “Yes.”
Richard puts on his headset and begins.
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FLASHBACK
The previous night:
Barry stops suddenly and does a double take. A malicious grin stretches over his face as he watches the man walk from his car toward the store. Barry checks the door but it is locked. He looks around but the parking lot is blissfully empty. Finding a nice sized rock, he breaks the backseat window on the passenger side. With luck, the owner of the car won’t notice. Barry climbs into the back, hiding himself and his duffel in the darken space.
Ten minutes later, the man comes back out. He settles into the driver’s seat before something alerts him and he starts to turn. Barry is ready for him though and presses the stun gun to the man’s neck. He twitches violently as the bolts of electricity shoot through his body. Barry holds it to the man’s neck until he falls limp. He grins, *The fates are looking out for me. A nearby doctor to treat my bite wound, who just so happens to have a stun gun waiting for me. A stun gun which is perfect for subduing a Morgan look-alike I just happen to come across? I am destined for this. Destined to be victorious!*
Barry’s successful evasion of the FBI is quickly morphing into a delusion of invincibility. The more luck sides with him, the more Barry believes he is untouchable.
Barry tugs the large Derek look-alike into the back seat. He slaps leather restraints onto the man’s wrists and ankles. Barry also grabs the rope from his duffel bag and ties the man securely. Lastly, he ties a gag around the man’s mouth.
Barry drives the man’s car outside Washington DC. He remembers a location of an abandoned barn that will be perfect. Parking it, Barry opens the back door and discovers the man has woken up. His fear is palpable and Barry can almost taste it growing. Barry can feel his cock start to harden. *This is going to be fun!* He grins at the man with Morgan’s face, pulling him out feet first even as the terrified man struggles.
“Now, I am going to help you stand.” Barry brandishes a wicked knife, the very one that he had stolen from Cammy Danielson and killed her with, her blood still clinging to the metal.
The man, Cole Jackson, freezes. The crazy look on the white guy’s face and the dried blood on the knife make it obvious that the man that kidnapped him is dangerous.
“If you cooperate, I won’t cut you. Hm…” Barry licks the dried blood, making pleased noises at the metallic taste.
Jackson is freaking out, *This dude is fucking crazy.* Jackson can do nothing to fight, not with his hands and feet shackled by leather cuffs and his body tied with rope. He wants to ask what the crazy man wants but the gag prevents him from speaking, at least clear enough to be understood. Being helpless at the moment, Cole decides to bide his time. He stands with his kidnapper’s help and is laid out on the truck of his car.
“Didn’t I warn you to stay away from Spencer, Morgan? Hm?”
Jackson’s wild eyes are full of terror and confusion. *Who the hell is Spencer Morgan?*
Barry yanks down the gag, allowing his captive to speak.
“I don’t know what you are talking about! I don’t know a Spencer Morgan! I swear! You’ve got the wrong guy!”
Kryupt smiles, “Oh, I know. But fate gave you to me. How could I refuse such a sweet gift? You look just like him.”
“Please! Just let me go, I won’t say anything, I promise!”
“No. You are Derek Morgan. Say it! Say I am Derek Morgan!” Barry demands, the knife millimeters from Jackson’s throat.
“I—I am Der—rek M—Morgan,” Jackson stutters.
“Tell me that Spencer belongs to me, not you!” Barry’s finger stabs his own chest, then Jackson’s.
Cole shakes in fear, able to do nothing but obey his capture’s orders. “S—Spencer belongs to you, not me.” He knows deep down that he’s going to die tonight, at the hands of this insane white guy, who sees him as this Derek Morgan guy he hates so intensely.
Watching Morgan’s twin say those words, seeing the intense fear on his face is incredible. His pants are getting tighter by the second and Barry rubs himself through his pants.
Jackson trembles at the sight. “No! Please, god no! Have mercy!”
Barry laughs at him, “Oh, you think I’m going to rape you? I wouldn’t soil myself by fucking you. But torturing you, killing you, now the mere thought of that is enough to make me cum in my pants.”
Cole fights his restraints in desperation. He doesn’t want to die, not without a fight, as little as he is able. He slides off the trunk and hits the ground hard. He groans as pain shoots through his back and head.
Kryupt straddles his waist and pulls the gag back up.   “I am going to savor your cries, Morgan. I wish I could make you watch as I take Spencer for the first time but I crave your death far too much to wait. You will die knowing you’ve failed.”
Cole begs incoherently behind the gag but Barry pays him no mind. The first slice of the knife makes Jackson scream. Jackson squirms and jerks, trying to use his superior muscle but the rope and leather cuffs are too restrictive. He can’t gain any leverage. Barry has no mercy as he make cut after cut until Cole passes out. A jolt from the stun gun brings him around for Barry to continue his torture. When the cuts aren’t enough, Barry stabs the look-alike in the chest. The feeling of the blade sinking through the skin and muscle fills Barry with a high-like rush. Barry stabs him again and again, losing himself in his hatred and anger for Morgan. After so long dreaming of it, feeling the life of Morgan slip away is pleasure at a level Barry has never before experienced.
Coming back to himself, Barry admires his work. *Morgan is dead. I killed him.* Lust surges through his body. He yanks the pants down the limp body and slices off the man’s penis with a burst of satisfaction. Barry runs his hand through the blood on his victim’s chest, slicking it with blood. With his other hand, he tears open his pants and pulls out his dick. Barry fists his erection, the blood of his victim slicking the way. Moments later, he ejaculates all over his victim’s body, screaming Spencer’s name.
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Once everyone is ready the ME, Richard Christensen, begins. First, he looks over the skin of the victim, Cole Jackson. Using his headset, he makes notes as he examines the vic. “Face untouched. Swelling on the back of the skull. No fractures, not the cause of death. Several marks on his neck, appear to be consistent with stun gun marks.”
“Probably caught him off guard, used the stun gun to subdue him,” Dave suggests.
Richard continues, “Chest is…shredded by the number of stab wounds.” He mutters to himself as he counts the stab wounds. “Stabbed approximately 48 times.”
“Serious overkill considering this man is a stranger to Kryupt,” Rossi notes.
Spencer’s eyes trace over the poor man’s wounds, “Kryupt wasn’t killing Cole Jackson. He was killing Derek.” Rossi knows this as well, even if he pretends otherwise.
The ME questions, “You know who did this?”
“Yes. Barry Kryupt. He’s been stalking me for at least the last seven weeks.” *Dear god, has it really been that long?*
Richard raises his eyebrows in surprise.
Before the man can ask, Spencer adds, “The man Kryupt was killing, the man he saw when he did this to Cole Jackson is Derek Morgan, a fellow FBI agent and the man I’ve been dating for the past two years. Kryupt wants him dead, almost as much as he wants me.”
“Oh.” *No wonder he was distraught at the sight of the body.*
Spencer bites his lip, an outward sign of his anxiety. Mbizi is silent as he moves close enough to Spencer for him to feel the heat of his body. The wordless support and strength is comforting.
The ME pauses momentarily before continuing his study of the victim’s skin. He takes note of the cuts marring the victim’s skin: his arms, stomach, thighs, calves, and feet.
Rossi hypothesizes, “When Jackson passed out from the pain, Kryupt used the stun gun to jolt him back into consciousness.”
“He tortured him. Kryupt wanted to feel Jackson’s fear and pain,” Spencer adds.
Richard continues, “The killer cut off the victim’s penis postmortem. The killer also ejaculated onto the severed member, leaving semen behind.” The ME collects samples before asking for help to turn the man over. Jackson’s backside is much less marked. The cuts are not smooth, as if Jackson had jerked his body and the knife cut unsteadily. “The victim has not been penetrated anally.”
Spencer declares, “It is killing that excites him sexually. Kryupt has been just a nobody his whole life. So average he is invisible. But his victims can’t ignore him; they see him as he likely never has been before.”
“And he won’t stop now unless he’s caught. Kryupt has tasted the power and attention he has likely craved his entire life,” Rossi finishes grimly.
Spencer cannot help but think about what Kryupt will do if he manages to kidnap him. Rape him? Torture him? Kill him? Spencer doesn’t know, not now that Kryupt is a killer. Will he be Kryupt’s next victim or does he want a partner? His mind goes through all the scenarios, all of them grim. If Kryupt is successful, Spencer sees only two outcomes: Kryupt kills him or Kryupt is killed. Kryupt has gotten a taste of blood, of death, and with his obsessive personality he will never be able to stop. Not while a single breath is in his body.

I have a scene written already that I originally was going to include in this chapter but decided to move it to the next chapter. Ch 11 will probably take longer as my dad's surgery is this week. But I will work on it when I am able. Thanks for all the thoughts and prayers for my family, I appreciate them!
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