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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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Happy New Year to everyone!

Derek picks up his phone, “I better call Hotch and tell him why I am not at work today.”
Rossi shakes his head, “No need. He already knows. I called him when you arrived, he called the prison and Reid and I have the day off. Although, I am sure he is getting anxious for an update by now.”
“Why don’t you and Spencer order up some food while I update Hotch.” Derek walks back into Spencer’s room to dial Hotch.
Spencer eyes Dave’s sleepwear, “Why don’t you pick out what you want and I’ll order for everyone. It will give you a chance to shower and dress.”
Rossi nods gratefully, quickly going through the room service menu, he picks out a steak and eggs.
Spencer walks back into his room and orders the food, choosing pancakes topped with fruit for Derek and Belgian waffles topped with fruit compote for himself. Then, he sits on the bed to wait, watching as Derek paces back and forth as he talks to Hotch.
“…we have to find this fucker, Hotch. He hurt Spencer and that is not acceptable!”
Smiling softly at Derek’s protectiveness, Spencer grabs Derek as he walks past and wraps his arms around him, resting his face on his back. Derek stops his rant, leaning back into his Pretty Boy. “I just—I don’t want Spencer to get hurt.” He talks to Hotch a little longer, all the while taking comfort in Spencer’s presence. Before long, he hangs up and drops the phone into his pocket. Derek caresses Spencer’s hands, threading their fingers together.
“He hurt you too, you know,” Spencer declares quietly. “I wasn’t the only one he hurt.”
Derek’s face softens and he turns around to face his love. “I know that, Spencer. But it’s my job to protect you…” he trails off at the look on Spencer’s face, he continues hastily, “not that you need protection of course! I just—I love you so much, Spencer. I want to protect you even if you don’t need me to.”
It is impossible for Spencer to stay mad at Derek when he says things like that. “I know, Der. But I don’t want you hurt either,” Spencer admits softly. Their kiss is full of protection, love, and a thread of fear.
“We’ll get through this, Pretty Boy. Together.”
“Together,” Spencer echoes.
They lie on the bed snuggling, finding comfort in each other’s presence until they hear a knock on the door. The food has arrived.
A moment later a freshly showered and changed Dave knocks carefully on the connecting door. When he hears Derek tell him to come in, he enters. The food must have just arrived as Derek and Spencer are setting the plates on the table. They eat in relative silence, all aware they will have to tackle the stalker issue soon enough.
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Once they finish eating, they can’t avoid the issue any longer. Derek goes over to Spencer’s go bag and takes out three pairs of latex gloves. Spencer always has spare gloves, ever prepared like a boy scout he never was. He snaps a pair of gloves on. With reluctance, Derek advances toward the bed. Finding the photos, note, and envelope, he brings them to the table and spreads them out.
The three men brace themselves and study the images. Both Derek and Spencer feel a bit like their hearts are being ripped out having to look at the photographs. Dave wishes he could spare them from looking at them but he can’t. If they want to catch this UnSub, they’re all going to have to be involved in the case, regardless of how painful it may be. In case Reid doesn’t notice, Rossi declares, “The woman is wearing cheap, revealing clothing and wearing a lot of makeup. Likely she is a prostitute.” Spencer looks surprised but his expression soon turns thoughtful. He is pushing past the pain and looking at the images like the profiler he is. Sighing, Derek forces himself to take pictures of the images with his phone. Not in the mood for any flirting banter with Penelope, he texts her the images and asks her to see if she can identify the woman, checking known prostitutes around the area of the club first.
Reid picks up one of the pictures and examines the paper. “The Unsub printed these himself. There are no indicating marks these were printed professionally. Maybe Crime Scene can trace the printer the Unsub used to print these.”
Rossi points to the envelope. “Sent from Washington, DC.”
“Handwritten address. He’s right handed. The handwriting isn’t smooth, the strokes indicate high emotion. Likely the UnSub was overly excited when he addressed the envelope to me.”
“We could possibly get saliva from the stamp,” suggests Rossi. Neither Spencer nor Derek responds, they all know it is unlikely.
Morgan moves the other pictures to reveal the note. The three men silently read it, Rossi the only one who isn’t reading it for the first time.
HE ISN’T WORTHY, SPENCER. HE BETRAYED YOU. YOU DESERVE BETTER. YOU ARE PERFECT. I WON’T LET ANYONE HURT YOU. I WILL SHOW YOU HOW MUCH I LOVE YOU AND YOU WILL COME TO ME, MY LOVE.
Spencer has to close his eyes at the words. This man is twisted and sick. And he almost succeeded, his plan almost succeeded. He calms when Derek laces their gloved fingers together. Exhaling slowly, Spencer opens his eyes. “The man is a native English speaker, literate, educated.”
It makes Derek sick to read the words of the UnSub but he pushes his disgust away to focus on the note. “Clearly obsessed with Spencer and wants me out of the way. Likely an intimacy seeking stalker but without the delusion that he and Spencer are already in a relationship. He doesn’t want a quick fuck but intimacy, a relationship, something he clearly isn’t capable of getting the normal way,” he says through clenched teeth.
Dave admits softly, “Even now the UnSub acknowledges that he is willing to do whatever it takes to get Spencer. Nothing and no one will stand in his way.”
“He’s not fucking getting Spencer!” Derek growls.
Spencer squeezes his hand and promises, “He won’t. I’ll be careful. But you have to promise to be careful too. The UnSub won’t hesitate to hurt you, not if it gets him me.”
“We’ll both be careful. If we have to, we can ask Luc for help.”
“Luc?” Rossi asks.
“Lucas McWills. He owns a private security company.”
Dave eyes light up with recognition, “LM Security.”
Spencer nods.
Rossi asks, “You know him personally?”
“Yeah, he and his husband are friends of ours. Pretty Boy here ‘forgot’ to tell them about the flower incident. When Josh and Luc found out about it, Luc offered his help should we ever need it.”
“When we get back, the team should seriously consider asking for his help.” Seeing the hesitant look on Spencer’s face, Dave continues, “I know the UnSub hasn’t done anything violent yet, but the keyword here is yet. Read the note again, Spencer. He wants you badly and he wants Derek gone just as much. He is dangerous. The longer he stalks you, the more desperate he will become. None of us can afford to underestimate him.”
Spencer is visibly upset as if suddenly realizing the seriousness of this threat. He doesn’t want to admit it but he can’t deny it any longer. Taking in a shaky breath, he agrees. Derek’s arms envelope him, the comforting heat helps Spencer regain his composure. “The moment we get back home we will get the team together and discuss it, okay?” Derek murmurs into Spencer’s wavy locks.
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Back in Virginia:
Garcia’s magic fingers search through the phone records from the Seattle Hilton, while she simultaneously searches for a facial recognition match from the mug shots of known prostitutes. “Come on, come on. Give Mama some good news.” Her fingers fly over the keys as she identifies the number that called the hotel looking for Spencer. Unfortunately, the UnSub is using a prepaid cell phone. Penelope checks the phone records of surrounding hotels and finds that the UnSub had called three other hotels before finding the one where Spencer is staying. “Let’s see who else this scum was calling.” Pen makes a frustrated sound when she can find no other calls from that number. “All right Baby, you wanna play with Miss Penelope Garcia tech goddess extraordinaire?” Garcia traces the number. “I got you,” she whoops. Pen calls Hotch, “Hey Bossman, I got a lead on Boy Genius’s stalker. Phone is pinging off the towers around the Washington Monument.”
“Check the security cameras around the area. Maybe you can get a good look at his face. A license plate would be nice,” Aaron drawls.
“As if we were that lucky, Sir. If it is there, I’ll find it.” A chime rings on one of her computers. “And the good news keeps on coming. Facial recognition has found a match, we have our girl. The prostitute is none other than Miss Roxanne ‘Roxy’ Adams, arrested once for solicitation of prostitution. I’m sending her info and home address to your phone.”
“Good work, Garcia.”
“Thanks, Sir. Find the scumbag.” With that, Garcia hangs up.
Aaron exits his office to find JJ and Emily. “Thanks to Garcia, we have some leads. She found the phone; it is currently pinging on the towers near the Washington Monument. JJ, take Crime Scene with you and don’t leave until find that phone. Prentiss, you and I will interview the prostitute. Maybe he’s a regular john of hers or at the very least she can work with a sketch artist and give us a better idea what this guy looks like.”
Hotch and Prentiss stand on the peeling steps of Roxanne Adams’ apartment and ring the doorbell. When no one comes to the door, Hotch starts knocking. A minute later, a bedraggled Roxanne Adams opens the door. She clearly had been sleeping, her eyes barely open, in ratty pajamas, and a crease across her cheek from her pillow. “What?”
There is no doubt this is the woman from the photograph. Aaron flashes his badge, “FBI, may we come in, ma’am? We’d like to ask you a few questions.”
“About what? I didn’t do anything!” Roxanne mutters slightly belligerently.
“Miss Adams,” Emily starts.
“Roxanne.”
Prentiss continues, “Roxanne. We’d like to talk to you about an incident last Friday. You were at the club The Red Door.”
“I didn’t do anything illegal!”
“We know that, Roxanne. We just want to talk to you. We need your help, can we talk inside?” Hotch asks again.
Roxanne looks taken aback, police are not often nice to her. Like most of society, cops look at her and see a hooker and nothing else. But these ones aren’t looking through her like she’s invisible; they are looking at her like she matters. “Okay.” She opens the door and leads them to a worn but clean couch.
Both Emily and Aaron look around before sitting. Roxanne is obviously poor but her home is well-kept and clean.
“Last Friday a man came up to you and asked you to kiss someone. This man,” Hotch says while holding up a photograph of Morgan.
Rox nods. “Fifty bucks and no sex. All I had to do was kiss that man. It was easy money, how could I refuse?” she admits.
Emily asks, “What can you tell us about the man that paid you? Had you ever seen him before? Is he one of your regulars?”
She shakes her head, “No. I’d never seen him before. He had one of those faces that easily blend into a crowd. Not ugly enough or good looking enough to be noticed.”
“Hair color? Eye color? Anything you can remember would be helpful,” says Aaron.
“Boring brown hair and eyes. Nothing special about either. Typical short, male hairstyle. His face was clean shaven, teeth well cared for. Again, nothing remarkable about his looks. He was completely unremarkable.”
“Height? Weight?” Prentiss asks. Their persistent questions will hopefully spark a memory of something about this man that can help identify him.
“Average height, maybe 5’8”? Maybe 150 pounds?”
Aaron asks, “Could you see any tattoos, scars, moles?”
“No, sorry. Like I said, the guy was so average he’s practically invisible.”
Em and Aaron are disappointed but deep down both expected this outcome. “Nevertheless, could you come done to the station and meet with our sketch artist?”
Roxanne brightens briefly, “I can do better than that.” She jumps up and picks up a drawing pad from the kitchen table. “I can draw him. I have a memory for faces, even ones as average as his.”
Emily’s lips curve up in hope. Granted, this could be worthless, especially if Roxanne has more faith in her drawing ability than she actually possesses but Prentiss is willing to see it through if it helps catch this UnSub. Looking around, Emily notices two beautiful drawn portraits of two young girls on the wall. “Did you draw those?”
Roxanne lifts her head and looks at the portraits. Her face softens as she gazes at the two girls. “Yes. Those are my two daughters, Jessie and Callie.”
“They’re beautiful. You are very talented.” The portraits are incredible, the type that are so realistic you can almost feel the person’s soul through the drawing.
Roxanne drops her head to hide her faint blush and goes back to the portrait of the man she saw.
Hotch stands up and wanders around the room. Roxanne obviously loves her children; there are a number of photographs of them. In each one, the girls are well fed, dressed nicely and clean. He has a feeling Roxanne gives everything to her children and only gives herself the bare essentials. Aaron closes his eyes, this woman is desperate and her desperation has led her to prostitution. She isn’t doing it for drugs but for her children. He wonders what tragedies led her here. Reaching into his wallet, Aaron pulls out a card and writes a name on it. After Roxanne sketches the UnSub, he’s going to give her the card. He hopes it will be a new start for her and her children.
The two agents silently wait as Roxanne concentrates on the sketch. The drawing pencil scratches on the paper and her face reflects her focus.
When she is finished, Roxanne holds it up and scrutinizes it. Seeing the eyes aren’t quite right, she fixes them. Once satisfied, Roxanne turns it around. “This is the man I saw.”
Aaron and Emily frown slightly. They can see what she means by average. Nothing in his face stands out, he has an utterly forgettable face. Emily marvels that Roxanne is even able to remember the man in such detail and says, “Thank you, Roxanne. You’ve been very helpful.”
“You’re welcome.” She pauses, “Why are you looking for this man, if I can ask?”
The two agents give each other a quick look before Hotch answers, “He is stalking one of our agents.”
Roxanne inquires, “The man I kissed?”
“No. His boyfriend.”
“What?” Roxanne asks, shocked.
Aaron explains, “The man you kissed is his boyfriend. The stalker tried to break them up with photographs of the kiss.”
“Oh.” Guilt is written all over her face.
“It’s not your fault. You didn’t know,” Emily comforts.
In a small voice, Roxanne asks, “D—did it work?”
Prentiss grants her a small smile, “No. It didn’t work.”
“Good.” Roxanne hesitates before inquiring, “Could you tell them I’m sorry?”
“Of course but it isn’t necessary. Neither of them blames you.”
Roxanne tears the sketch out of her sketch book carefully and hands it over to Aaron. He gives it to Emily and pulls out the card. “Call the number on this card. Ask for Holly Zeiss. Tell her you got this number from Aaron Hotchner. She’ll help you find a job, one you can be proud of. A job where you will be safe, so you can come home to your children…that is if you want her help.” Zeiss works exclusively with the poor and homeless. An endlessly caring woman, she helps women and men escape domestic abuse situations, finds homes and jobs for anyone who needs them. If she can offer help, Holly does so. Aaron is proud to call her a friend and to donate his time to her cause.
Tears well up in Roxanne’s eyes, she is overwhelmed that Aaron would do something so nice for a lowly prostitute. With shaky hands, she takes the card. She traces Holly’s name that Aaron had written on the card, just in case Roxanne forgets.
“Here is my card as well. If you need anything, give me a call.”
The kindness makes her tears overflow onto her cheeks. “I don’t know what to say. Thank you!” Emily hands her some tissue and Roxanne wipes her face. She glows with happiness. “Can I hug you?” At Aaron’s nod, she wraps her arms around him. Roxanne whispers in his ear, “Thank you. Not only for me but more importantly for my girls.”
Hotch answers, “You’re welcome.” He may not think he did anything special but to Roxanne his offer to help is a godsend.
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While JJ is looking for the phone, Penelope goes through the security tapes. Finding this man won’t be easy; thankfully she has some details to make it slightly less difficult. The UnSub is an average height white male. Women, children, the elderly, families, noticeably tall or short men, couples, anyone that isn’t Caucasian can be overlooked, unless she can’t find him. Then, she’ll have to look for him in disguise. Looking over the tapes, Garcia has a few possibilities. A few men match the UnSub’s description. The first and third are eliminated due to height, the former is too tall and the latter is too short. Pen knows from video at the flower shop that the man is 5’8 ½ inches tall. Identifying the UnSub, Garcia searches for a good look at his face. He is wearing a hat low and what appears to be a fake beard, the combination is unfortunately effective at hiding his face. Penelope makes a frustrated sound as she follows the man, hoping to catch his vehicle and license plate. She growls as he gets on a tour bus. Garcia mutters angrily to herself.
To get her mind off her frustration, Pen watches adorable cat videos until the others get back in between working on other FBI cases.
JJ comes back first. They had found the phone and Crime Scene is going over it for any evidence they can discover. Forty-five minutes later, Hotch and Prentiss arrive.
The three profilers along with Penelope gather around the bullpen. Hotch asks, “What have you learned?”
Garcia, then JJ gives him an update on the little they’ve learned. “What about you? How did the interview go with the witness? Did she know anything we can use?” inquires JJ.
“Miss Adams was very helpful,” states Hotch.
Emily says, “We lucked out. She is an artist, a portrait artist.” She takes out the sketch and shows it to the others. “This is our UnSub.”
JJ eyes the sketch a little disappointed, “He’s very…average. No distinguishing marks?”
Hotch shakes his head. “Garcia, can you see if you can find any matches?”
“Sure thing, Bossman. Anything for my favorite genius!” With that, the colorfully dressed Penelope hurries to her cave, the sketch in hand.
JJ proposes, “Maybe Spence will recognize him.”
Aaron pulls up the picture of the sketch on his phone and calls Derek after he sends it to Reid.
“Morgan.”
“Morgan, we’ve got a sketch of the UnSub. I sent it to Spencer’s phone. Both of you should look at it and tell me if he looks familiar.”
Derek puts him on speaker and stands next to Spencer as he opens the text. The sketch is very well done; it is more like a portrait than a police sketch. He stares at the man’s face but he doesn’t look familiar to Derek at all. Glancing at Spencer, he sees a flash of recognition on his face. “Spencer?”
“I’ve seen that man before somewhere.” His eidetic memory doesn’t work as well for faces and people, not like it does for what he reads. “I cannot remember where I saw him though.” Spencer knows that the best way for him to remember is to stick it in the back of his mind and wait for the connection to flash. It could take minutes or weeks. It doesn’t always work but it often does.
Rossi looks between Spencer and Derek at the sketch but as far as he knows he has never seen the man before.
A second later, they can hear Garcia’s voice in the background.
“Sir, we’ve got a case. L.A.”
Aaron sighs but nods. “Morgan? We’re going to need you. If Garcia arranges a flight for you, can you meet us there?”
“Sure, Hotch. I’ll be there.”
JJ asks, “Do you need us to bring you anything?”
“Thanks, JJ. My backup gun and my go bag. The gun is in the lockbox in my desk, code is 3038 and I have an emergency go bag in my locker, combo is 49-12-25.”
“Garcia will text you your flight information. Bring the packet from the UnSub with you. See you in a few hours,” Hotch says.
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Over two weeks later, at the airport in Washington DC:
Remarkably, the team closes the case long before Reid and Rossi finish in Seattle. Derek and Spencer make a point to talk every night of their separation. There is no further contact from the stalker and Crime Scene finds practically nothing useful from any of the evidence. The pre-paid cell phone has no calls, other than the ones to the Seattle hotels. There are no prints and they cannot trace the buyer. They find no prints or DNA on the photographs, note, or envelope. Through the paper, they discover the printer is a common laser printer that is widely sold in a number of major stores. While they again can’t trace the buyer, they will be able to match the printer should they have a suspect. Despite the quality sketch, Garcia had no luck identifying the man.
While it seems to take forever, Rossi and Reid are at last finished with their interviews, as well as a consultation from the Seattle PD, and two college lectures. After far longer than they planned, they are finally able to fly home. Derek stands waiting for Spencer’s plane to arrive. He is anxious to see his Pretty Boy again. Derek lights up when he sees Spencer’s wavy mop. With a big grin on his face, he weaves through the crowd. He shouts, “Pretty Boy!” Spencer’s head snaps toward him. “Derek!” Their bodies melt into one another with evident familiarity, oblivious to the chaos around them. The two men seal their lips together as if it’s been a year instead of merely a couple weeks. The moment Derek deepens the kiss he feels an elbow nudge his side. “Uh, guys?” Rossi interrupts.
Spencer looks up and blushes as he notices the attention they are getting. A number of women are staring at them with obvious lust and jealousy in their eyes, a few men and women eye them with disgust and judgment written on their faces, but most gaze at their happy reunion fondly, clearly thinking it is sweet. Despite his pink cheeks, Spencer snuggles unabashedly into Derek’s side. He is too happy to be with Derek again to care what anyone thinks of their blatant affection.
The sight warms Dave’s heart. Their love and happiness out there for anyone to see is a victory. The UnSub may have hurt them but he didn’t destroy them. Spencer and Derek will come out stronger because of what happened. With fondness, he orders, “Come on, lovebirds. Let’s get out of here.” Spencer stays tucked against Derek, a contented smile on their faces. Lost in their own world as they navigate the crowd, none of them notices the man watching them, a furious and hateful expression on his face. They separate at the parking lot; Rossi says a tired goodbye as he goes to his car. Tomorrow, they will be discussing adding a security detail for Spencer and Derek.
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Two weeks prior:
Barry Kryupt spends his time giddy at his brilliant plan. He is sure it worked, for what could Derek say in the face of the photos? “Nothing! That’s what!” he gloats in the silence of his empty basement.
Barry may believe he is clever but the outcome of his plan isn’t as well thought out as he thinks. If it had succeeded, Spencer would have fled: quit his job and gotten as far away from his memories of Derek as possible. Barry’s success would have lost him any chance at Spencer.
Kryupt periodically checks on the Morgan at his regular haunts. He slightly disappointed that the brute isn’t walking around looking crushed. Despite this, Barry has faith his plan worked. *Maybe he’ll commit suicide. Wouldn’t that be sweet?* he thinks to himself with a maniacal smirk plastered on his face.
The longer Spencer is away, the more desperate Barry is to see him again. His shrine and stolen items from Spencer aren’t enough. Barry plays the videos he’d recorded of Spencer, admiring his beloved’s perfection: his sweet innocent face, his beautiful smile, and those perfect cocksucker lips. Barry caresses his love’s face on the screen. *Soon, Spencer. My cock will be inside your pretty mouth, your pretty hole. I will claim you in every way. You are mine, my love. Forever.*
When he is not following his nemesis or watching videos of Spencer, Barry spends time at his cousin’s cabin. The idiot is in jail after getting caught for burglary and won’t be using it for a while. The cabin is the perfect spot to bring Spencer. Grinning, he prepares the cabin for his love’s arrival. Kryupt installs several locks on the outside bedroom door. He boards up the windows and paints the boards to match the camouflaged cabin. His cousin is a paranoid bastard and that works in his favor. Barry installs better locks on the front door. The knives and tools that could be used for weapons are locked in the shed outside. Food is stocked in the pantry. Books are shelved in the bedroom, ready for Spencer’s quick mind to devour them. Barry secures cuffs for both hands and feet on the bed, as well as on a kitchen chair. He puts new sheets on the bed. Kryupt carefully sets his toy box in the corner; within it are all the things he needs to punish or to pleasure Spencer. Checking every room, he is satisfied that everything is ready.
Barry locks the cabin up securely, his fingers trembling in excitement.
Later in the week, he follows Derek from work to the airport. Bouncing with anticipation, he awaits Spencer’s appearance. But he doesn’t see him. Barry fumbles with his phone when Morgan instead smiles and waves at a young, gorgeous young Asian woman. He hurries to catch up with Morgan but is careful to blend with the crowd. He records the greeting between the woman and Morgan. Torn between fury and bliss, Barry records Morgan kiss the woman on both her cheeks and pecks her on the lips. *If the pictures weren’t enough, this video will ensure there is no doubt in my Spencer’s mind. That fucker is finished!*
Kryupt is close enough to hear them talking but is too busy gloating to himself and fantasizing about Spencer in his head. He misses their very revealing conversation. “You are looking great, Mi. How’s Miguel doing?”
“He’s doing great, Uncle Derek. Working hard on his degree.”
“Still at the top of his class?”
“He sure is!”
“Good for him.” Derek hugs her. “Spencer is going to be sad he missed you. Guest bedroom is all set up for you. How’s Aki’s cookbook coming?”
When Barry finally snaps back to reality, Derek and the mysterious woman have wandered off. Distractingly, Barry drives himself home. He prances happily around his house while watching the video. It isn’t perfect but it clearly shows the stupid brute kissing some random woman. He prints stills of the video. Barry edits the video, uploading it to a thumb drive. Barry clips the drive onto his keys, ever ready for use. It will be his secret weapon, hidden away until he needs it.
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A week later:
Barry again follows Morgan to the airport. Only this time he knows it is Spencer he is there to see. He rubs his hands together in anticipation. Again, Barry blends perfectly into the crowd as he follows the big brute. The moment he’s been waiting for is upon him. Kryupt cannot wait for the hate and disgust on Spencer’s face when he sees Morgan. This is going to be a sweet victory.
He smiles widely as he catches a glimpse of his beloved but Barry quickly frowns when Spencer lights up when Morgan crudely yells “Pretty Boy!” He shakes his head in disbelief as Morgan kisses Spencer and Spencer welcomes his kiss. *What the FUCK?!* Barry is stunned, completely frozen in shock at the sight of Spencer, his Spencer fucking welcoming that bastard’s touch! He stares in hate and fury at Morgan. *No! This isn’t supposed to happen. HE IS MINE, NOT HIS! He should kiss ME!!* He cannot move even as his rage makes his body tremble. If Barry had a gun or even a knife, he would have slaughtered everyone in sight. Everyone but his Spencer. Then, he would teach his beloved who he belongs to.
Lost in his fury, Barry doesn’t notice Morgan drive away with Spencer. Once he finally realizes Spencer is gone, Kryupt screams in absolute hate and rage, startling those around him. *He is DEAD! If it is the last thing I do, I will slaughter that pig, bathe in his fucking blood. I will fuck Spencer covered in his blood, Spencer must know that he is MINE and mine ALONE!* Kryupt violently pushes through the crowd with the majority of people scrambling to get out of the way of an obvious crazy person. Security is called by bystanders. His quick getaway is the only thing that saves him from capture.
Barry drives to the Morgan-Reid home and waits for his chance. His fury and hate stews within him as time clicks slowly by. Spencer will realize his mistake and Morgan will know his days are numbered.
An hour later, Kryupt gets his chance. Spencer, Derek, and the fucking mutt go for a jog. If they follow their routine, it will be quite a while before they get back. Ensuring they are far enough away, Barry pulls on dark clothing, gloves, and a mask from his trunk. He steals a nearby car’s license plates and puts them on his car as an added security measure. He grabs a crowbar and a can of paint and goes to the back of the house. Kryupt smashes the glass and barges into the house. Ignoring the blaring alarm, he sets to work. He smashes everything he sees that belongs to Morgan but leaves Spencer’s possessions untouched. His rage clearly focused solely on Morgan. Trophies are broken, picture frames smashed, and Morgan’s gaming systems are slammed into the hardwood floors. Barry charges to the bedroom, tearing out all of Morgan’s clothing. He pours paint over them with glee. Kryupt finds Morgan’s laptop on the bed but doesn’t destroy it. Instead, he plugs in his thumb drive, copies the video he took from the airport a week ago and sets it to play over and over. Dipping into the red paint, he spells out his message one Spencer’s side of the room for his love:
I WARNED YOU! MORGAN IS A CHEATER, A WHORE! TWICE I CAUGHT HIM CHEATING! HE ISN’T WORTHY OF YOU MY BELOVED! HE IS NOTHING.
Moving over to Morgan’s side, Barry leaves a message for his nemesis:
SPENCER WILL BE MINE! LEAVE WHORE, GET OUT OF SPENCER’S LIFE OR I’LL REMOVE YOU MYSELF! SPENCER IS MINE! DEFY MY CLAIM AND I WILL SWIM IN YOUR BLOOD!
Knowing he needs to leave, Barry runs out the door and toward his car. His head snaps back when he hears angry barking. Somehow, they know about the break-in. Unknown to Kryupt, their security system company called Derek’s cell phone the moment the alarm went off to inform him of the break-in. Derek, Spencer, and Clooney immediately turned around and ran back to the house.
Barry sprints to his car, dropping the paint bucket. Clooney yanks on his leash and pulls it from Derek’s hand. He charges after the man. Clooney’s speed allows him to catch up to Kryupt at the car and he sinks his teeth into his leg. Barry screams at the pain; he swings the crowbar in desperation at the dog over and over until Clooney lets go. The dog goes limp, bleeding from his wounds. Barry viciously kicks the dog’s lifeless body away and jumps into his car, speeding away.

If you haven’t read Spencer Meets the Morgans yet, Mi (the Asian woman Morgan meets at the airport) is Derek’s niece. Her father, Aki, is married to Sarah. Mi is from Aki’s first marriage.
The next chapter will reveal Clooney’s fate and introduce Pen’s love interest!
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