The Hero of His Dreams

[signe]

Signe looked over Spencer's shoulder when she heard that Morgan had found a girl. She sighed, Spencer said that there were no signs of rape. That didn't make any sense. He never left them alone for longer than five hours before raping them. She looked at Roger who was smiling. "That we know of. Spencer he doesn't take them for the torture...Trust me...That girl's been violated." He said that Hotch was going to meet them there and she nodded as they climbed into the car.

As they drove to the station all Signe could do was think about that girl. She pulled out her phone and sent Derek a text. 'Let me know how she's doing...' He sent one back saying he would call when they found out the damage. She remained quiet, all the while thinking about what she would do now..She caught him...Now what?

[SSA Dr. Spencer Reid]

Spencer replied.

"Sig, I just know what I saw. JJ and Morgan know to request a rape kit. I hope, for her sake, that she wasn't. You know, the girl looked like you. I am glad we caught this SOB; he can't hurt any more girls. Also, Hotch will let you do the interview, but keep it civil, OK? We're still walking a wavy line with him."

[signe]

Signe nodded when he said to be careful with the interview. She knew that she needed to tread carefully. She looked back at the man they had in the back seat. He was smiling at her. Like this was what he wanted. He creeped her out. She turned back around and looked out the windshield. As they drove to the station she began thinking about the little baby that was inside of her. There little baby. She wanted Spencer to be there with her when she did this.

"I want you in there with me when we do the interview. I wanna finish this with you." Something inside of her was wondering why this guy wasn't talking. She turned around and looked at him. "What you thinking sicko?" Before he could answer they had arrived at the station. She got out of the car and pulled Roger out of the car and began making her way to the station building. They walked through the open room and straight to the interview room. She walked him in, sat him down, made sure he was secure and not going anywhere and left the room. She walked into another room on the other side where Hotch and Spencer were and stood there. She needed to get herself together.

She took in a few deep breaths and looked to Spencer. "Lets do this." Hotch nodded to them giving them the good to go. They walked into the room and Signe sat down with a file in front of her that had his name on it. She opened it up and looked at him. "State your name for the record please." She waited for him to answer with his name and moved on. "Mr. Henderson, do you recognize any of these women?" She took out several photos of mutilated women and set them in front of him. This was her first interview and she was going to do it right.

[SSA Dr. Spencer Reid]

Spencer nodded when Signe asked him to be in the interview room with her; of course he would. Hotch hated interviewing suspects anyway; he said he did it enough when he was a prosecutor. Spencer turned the car into the parking lot, and they hurried straight to the interview room. He left as soon as he was sure that Signe had it under control to set up the recording machine and brief Hotch, who couldn't meet them because of Jack.

He saw Signe enter, and he spoke to her.

"I'm ready. Let's do this." He followed her back into the interview room, and let her take the lead.

[SSA Dr. Spencer Reid]

Roger Henderson sat handcuffed to the hard plastic chair in the interview room, waiting for the FBI people to return. It was funny, if you thought about it, that the girl he loved so dearly was now interviewing him about what she called rape. He couldn't believe that the bitch was pregnant by some other man; the stupid whore was about to get a taste of something nasty-something that was Roger Henderson in the flesh. He would show her; show her that *he* was the one who loved her, and not that stupid long haired boy genius. He smiled evilly as Signe returned with her lover boy and began questioning him.

[bold] State your name for the record [/bold] He snorted, and replied.

You know my name, little lady. It's Roger Henderson.

[bold] Do you recognize these women? [/bold]

More to the point, Agent Larsen. Did you enjoy my phone call this morning? Have you told your little boyfriend your secret? Remember, you have until tonight. No, I don't recognize any of these women."

[SSA Dr. Spencer Reid]

Spencer was now quite angry, and spoke to the perp.

"Listen, just answer the questions and leave your commentary out of it, OK?" He listened as Signe continued, doing well, spreading the photographs across the table, and asking if Roger had recognized any of them. The perp shook his head, before asking Signe if she'd told Spencer her "secret." Spencer looked sharply at Signe, and then spoke again.

"I am warning you, sir, just answer the questions." He looked questioningly at Signe, his eyes wide.

[signe]

Signe's eyes grew wide. She looked at the man and took in a deep breath. She pulled out a piece of paper that had there names on it. "You're telling me that you don't remember Casandra Mathers, Hailey Kulklin, Gina Garcia and Kimberly O'Connor?" She put the paper down and the table and sighed shaking her head. "What about them made it so easy to forget? Did they not scream like she did? Were they just not like your sister?" She said trying to pry something out of him.

[SSA Dr. Spencer Reid]

Spencer signaled her to calm down before she continued.

[SSA Dr. Spencer Reid]

Roger chuckled, enjoying his little cat-and-mouse game. He was getting a little annoyed at Spencer, and it was making him feel more defiant. He smiled and answered the question.

"I don't remember because they weren't screaming. They liked it. But to answer your question, no, they were nothing like Jamie. They were also nothing like YOU. You were so sweet and you tasted so good...oh, I think I fell in love. Ok, Agent, I answered your question, so now you will indulge me. Signe, have you told him yet?"

[SSA Dr. Spencer Reid]

Spencer was now very annoyed, and looked at Signe.

"Agent Larsen," he said, using the name because they were at work, "please step outside with me for a moment." He led the woman into the hallway.

"I don't know what this little questioning game of his is about, but you'd better tell me if there's something I need to know. Was he just referring to the phone call earlier?"

[signe]

Signe couldn't tell him about it. Not here, this wasn't how she wanted to do this. She wanted it to be romantic. She had to do everything she could to keep it from him a little longer. She looked into the room and saw Roger. The sick man who had turned her world upside down. She looked back at Spencer. "I told you it was just stress. Now can we please get back in here before Hotch gets the idea that I can't do this job again?"

She walked back into the room and sat down. Mr. Henderson. Did you or did you not murder these women? Answer the question." She said demanding it of him.

[SSA Dr. Spencer Reid]

Since you refuse to answer my questions, too, I will refuse to answer yours. Actually, I take that back. I want you to leave and Dr. Reid to stay here. Also, is that pretty blonde you were at the clinic with last week here? She was cute.

[SSA Dr. Spencer Reid]

Spencer was now entirely angry. He held up his hand as Signe made for the door, and spoke in a tight-jawed tone.

"Agent Larsen stays. Whatever needs to be said can be said to all of us. I am sorry that Agent Jareau cannot join us; however, the really big black guy that we with earlier? He likes to take out his aggression on people like you. So I think you better just answer the questions, and let's get this over with."

[SSA Dr. Spencer Reid]

Roger snorted, shrugged and smiled, then glanced at his wristwatch. He spoke then.

It's five PM, Signe. Time's up. And, before your little boyfriend's head explodes, yes, of course I killed those girls. But I wouldn't have killed you, my dear, because I love you.

[SSA Dr. Spencer Reid]

Spencer was now throughly pissed off, and had half a mind to throw something at the man. Instead, he pulled out a chair, and settled his long frame into it. He had another idea.

"You know, Mr. Henderson, normally I would just tell them to lock you up and leave her and let you rot, but I think that you're really, really smart. And I think that if Agent Larsen and I indulge you long enough, you will tell us what we want to hear. So, tell me, why do you keep looking at your watch? And what is this secret that Signe is supposed to tell me?"