The shaking was constant. It was like swimming naked in the Arctic, except Spencer wasn't naked, and he stood in a dark alley. Virginia wasn't known for it's narcotics trade, but that didn't mean it wasn't there. Slowly, in fear of his spastic hands dropping it, the FBI agent reached into his coat pocket and took out his phone. He checked the messages. One from Penelope, two from Morgan, both of them asking where he was and then…
Spencer let out a deep breath and glanced up, surveying his surroundings. After he assured himself nothing and no one was around but his own shadow, the profiler looked back at the phone's screen.
"Perditissimus, I have your effigiem." the code was so easy to understand that i gave the genius anxiety. Anybody with knowledge of the latin language could decipher it:
"Desperate man, I have your bliss." Spencer shuddered, grasping his phone with both hands so that it wouldn't fall and shatter on the concrete. In that same instant, it began to buzz, causing the phone to fly from his hands before he caught it a second later and answered it.
"Hello?" He hadn't had time to check the caller ID, but he hoped it was the man with is "effigiem".
"Reid? Reid, where are you? We called and texted you, we need you at the office right away." Hotchner. If Spencer hung up, they'd grow suspicious and track the GPS in his phone…
"My phone was on silent, sorry. I wasn't thinking." before a response could be made on the other end, the 24 year old hung up. He was confident he sounded sincere and rushed enough to be believable. He'd be on his way in a few minutes anyway he just needed…
"You Perditissimus?" despite his crippling nervousness, Spencer had to chuckle at the gross mispronunciation.
"Yes, that's me. Sorry about the difficult code name. It's important I don't use my real one." he said, slowly closing the gap between himself and the hooded man.
"No problem. You have the cash, and I'll call you whatever you want."
It was then that Spencer's mind snapped back to the reason he was there at all. Quickly, with quivering hands and a fast-beating heart, the gangly man (or boy) took out a bundle of 20 dollars bills from his pocket. With a simple shaking of hands, the money was gone and replaced with a small glass bottle filled with a clear liquid. The young agent clutched it tightly in his hand to keep it safe from his incessant shaking. He looked like an imbecile, like some junky, when all he was was a little nervous.
"This your first deal?" the man asked with true concern as he pocketed Spencer's money into his hoodie.
Spencer stuffed the bottle of heroin into his leather bag and nodded wordlessly.
"Don't worry, it'll get easier." he patted the genius on his shoulder before turning and sauntering away.
The doctor turned swiftly on his heels and made his way out of the dark crevice, still clutching the bottle from within his coat pocket.