Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Mind, really I don't.
Also, I started this story from shear boredom and I have no idea where it is going. I know it's going to be multiple chapters and the other chapters should be longer; constructive criticism is appreciated. Don't be surprised if the story just stops, I really don't know if I'm going to finish.
PROLOGUE
It had been ridiculously easy, convincing his teammate that the dilauded was back and that Spencer was using again. For a bunch of profilers they sure can be blind. But it works for me 'cause now he's mine.
CHAPTER 1
I was walking around my apartment in a daze-last night I had gone through and thrown everything having to do with my job-all the articles, research, everything-and threw it into some garbage bags. I was now regretting my rare display, my apartment was depressingly empty. I was just so angry. My team, people I used to consider my family, informed me of their disappointment, how this could have all been avoided if I had come to them, confided in them; and then they informed me that I was fired, all with the appropriate hurt and sad faces on. It just made me so angry, especially when they informed me of my apparent drug addiction. I've been clean for years now, haven't had a craving for months-but my former teammates believed the rumors instead of me. And that leaves me here, alone, unemployed, and completely without a plan. The BAU was my dream, my life and now everything's just...gone. I realize that I'm hungry and walk to the kitchen, only to discover all my cupboards are bare. I decide to go out and get some basic supplies, very basic. Most of my money goes toward my mom and the situation will get desperate if I don't get a job soon. While I review some job options a car pulls alongside me.
"Reid...Reid...RIED" I look up as my former teammate screams my name."Thank goodness I found you. Can we talk?"
"So now you want to listen to my side of the story?"
"Listen Reid just get in the car and we can talk."
"No, I have nothing to say to you or any other member of my former teammates"
"Come on Reid. Let's just talk. Please get in."
"No" I started walking again; the store was still a few blocks away. The car drove alongside me, its driver still yelling at me to get in the car and talk to him. By the time I got to the store there was a line of very pissed off drivers all stuck behind my stalker. I walked into the store while he parked and was nearly done by the time he found me; he grabbed my basket, paid, and walked to his car before I could cause a scene. If I wanted to eat that night I had to get into his car. As he drove he berated me for my bad eating habits.
"Sorry, I didn't realize I was driving with my mother."
He just glared at me so I turned to the window and noticed that we weren't in an area I recognized. I turn toward him and said "This is not the way to my apartment."
"We are going to my house to talk."
"We can talk about this just as easily at my apartment."
"Hotch and the others are already at my house."
"All the more reason to go to my apartment. I have no desire to talk to any of my former teammates."
"If you didn't want to talk to them then you shouldn't have gotten in the car. Now stop acting like a petulant child and talk to your teammates."
I didn't bother reminding him that he forced me into his car. I just sighed and settled into my seat and let him drive me to his house. We arrived and he grabbed the grocery bags and carried them into his house. We walked into his house and I didn't see anybody else. "Where is everybody?"
"There all in the basement."
"Why. Is it soundproof? Incase I'm unreasonable?" We were about half way down the stairs. "You know this doesn't really look like a meeting place. Maybe we should go upstairs."
I tried to go back upstairs but he blocked my path."No, the basement will serve my purposes nicely." He forced me down the rest of the stairs and manhandled me into a small cement room. He pushed me down and walked out, sealing the door behind him. The room was pitch black; I started to pound on the door, screaming at the top of my lungs gradually getting quieter before passing out.
"Let me out. Please...Rossi...Let ...me...out."
