Internal Deception

*I don't own Criminal Minds or any of the characters. If I did, I'd be married to Matthew Gray Gubler and I'd date Shemar Moore on the side. Oh, and I'd be rich.*

Present:

The red and blue lights flash, splashing the pale walls of the alley with color. I listen for the sound of the siren that accompanies it, but hear only silence. In fact, silence has been all I've heard, for a long time. I close my eyes. Everything..just moving pictures, a silent movie. But the silence doesn't bother me; it's quite the opposite, actually. It's come to be the only thing I understand. I open my eyes and see the feet. Five pairs. More, behind them. I don't look any higher; I don't want to. I'm afraid of what I may see.

Past:

October 24

Another late night. Or rather, early morning. Garcia offers to drive; I tell her I'll walk. Take a cab, maybe. I tell her I need the air. The solitude. I say goodnight and exit the building, knowing that the subway is still running, and deciding it'll be better if I walk. Like I told Garcia...I think I need it.