Criminal Minds.
She thought all hope was lost. She began to think that she'd never be able to get through the pain – as the knife slid carefully down her torso. It wasn't deep, but the searing pain made her want to scream, loudly. She bit on her tongue to keep the noise in, and her fingers reacted by making a tight fist.
She opened her eyes very little, just to see the 30 year old man, with breath of whiskey and a tattered suit. She didn't even know his name. His bloodshot eyes held firm on her face while he observed her. She felt violated – her shirt bunched up, revealing her stomach. She was wearing shorts, but she lost her flats in the woods. She remembered the scene very clearly.
The leaves were falling, and a light breeze passing through. She was listening to her iPod, and doing up the bow on her flats. She hated them for that reason, for the fact that they weren't well made. But she loved them anyways, wearing them almost every day. Her long black hair was soft, and blowing with the wind. Her shirt was purple – her favourite colour. She was softly murmuring the lyrics to a Vampire Weekend song, and then she felt a cold grip on her shoulder, and a thwack to the head. She was knocked out for most of the time, sometimes she would open her eyes, but only to drift of again like a raft lost at sea.
There was blood. She felt it dripping down her forehead, and all over her shirt from the wound that appeared on her tummy. She felt like groaning – but she kept still like she was just another body with no soul – dead practically.
He came back to face her, and that's when the un-expected happened. A dark figure came through the door step.
"Freeze! Don't move, put down the weapon sir," The voice directed, a male's. She was barely hanging in when he turned to strike the man who entered. He swiftly threw his arm out, grabbing his hand with the weapon in it, and with enough force he kneed him in the rib cage where he knelt on the ground, in front of the man who rescued her. He took the knife away from his hand, and suddenly the room filled with more people. The man who saved her, and leaned over her, and now she could see now that he was in the light. He was wearing a white button up, with a FBI vest over top. He slide an arm underneath her knees and around her shoulders. He lifted her with a bit of effort, and moved her around the other people. She saw the man who tried to kill her, staring at her deeply.
"It's going to be okay," the FBI agent said. He took her to the front yard, and laid her on the grass. Her heart was freaking out. She was having an attack.
"I need an ambulance!" The man yelled. He touched her shoulders lightly, and was telling her soft things, she wasn't sure what he was saying. After she saw his face, the blacked out.
She woke up, in what seemed to be a bright room. It wasn't all that bright, it was the white walls and light colours that made it seem brighter than normal. She knew where she was. The Hospital. She began to sit up, and a hand shot out, pushing her down lightly. At first she didn't know who the man was. But then she slowly began to recognize him.
"Lucinda?" He asked, a light expression on his face. "I'm Spencer Reid, I'm with the FBI."
"Your the one who saved me right?" She said lightly, her voice sounding off.
"Um, yes," He said, awkwardly, his hands in his pockets. "You scared me for a moment there; I thought I lost you," He said, his brown eyes avoiding hers at first, and then they adjusted.
"I can't-" She said.
"Remember – that's normal when the brain is stressing over a traumatic event, it's normal," He finished.
"Right, I can't thank you enough, I thought I was doomed there for a second," She explained. It was weird that she was saying her feeling, she usually doesn't.
"I was just doing my job, Lucinda."
"I prefer Luce – if you don't mind," she said softly.
"Oh, Okay Luce-" He began, when another face appeared through the doorway, and she looked at him confused.
"Agent Morgan; nice to meet you -" Agent Morgan said.
"Luce," Spencer interrupted. She felt like smiling, but the corners of her lips didn't more.
"Sweet, we have to meet Hotch in a few minutes.," He said, switching glances between her and Spencer.
"Okay, I'll just be a minute," He said, nodding him off.
"I can't thank you enough, can I make it up some how?" She asked him.
"Ah," He started, and he pondered a bit. He looked up to Morgan pointing to his watch. "Coffee? Tomorrow? How does that sound?"
"That sounds great, It'll be my treat," She told him.
"Noon, Star Bucks on Eleanor street?"
"Okay," She gave him a warm smile. Instead of watching him go, she twiddled her thumbs a bit. Until beside her, she saw her iPod, and a bag of clothes she could change into. Spencer must have returned it to her, last she saw it was in the man's vehicle. She took her iPod and popped in the gel ear buds. She played it rather loud – afraid of blowing the speakers. She turned on her side, slowly trying not to rip the stitches. She closed her eyes lightly, and she couldn't even remember what song was playing.