The monster
Reids pov:
Nothing was better than starting the day with a hot cup of coffee, I thought as I placed the hot cup on the table.
Those past two days off came in handy as I spent them in bed, with a book.. or three.
I finished my coffee, placing the cup in the sink, as I calculated how many minutes left till I had to leave for work and there weren't much.
Suddenly there was a knock on my door interrupting my train of thoughts and I was puzzled for a second, trying to figure out who that might be.
I didn't have to think long as I heard my name being called, right from behind the closed door. Hotch. Wait Hotch? What was he doing here?
"One second Hotch!" I yelled towards the door as I quickly grabbed my bag, placing it on my shoulder whilst turning the handle. My smile fell, replaced with terror as I stared at the person in front of me.
Before me with a devilish smile stood none other than George Foyet, one hand leaning against the door frame, the other seemed to be holding what looked like a voice recorder.
"Hello Dr. Reid, nice to see you again." He hissed like a snake and I saw him pressing on the recorder, making Hotch's voice blare from its small speakers, calling my name.
Not good.
I quickly snapped out of my shocked state, realizing I need to get away from him and fast.
Without much thinking I slammed the door hard, but failed to close it completely as he pushed it with big force, busting it open, hitting it directly in my face, knocking me off my feet.
And everything was doing a dizzy spin as I looked up at him, trying to gather myself.
He smiled, looking down at me, as he closed the door behind him. He slowly locked the door, the grin on his face never left, as I lay panting.
"We will have so much fun together Spencer." He hissed again and before I could comprehend anything, he kicked his foot straight into my face and blackness consumed me.
TBC