This is my first Criminal Minds story, and I am quite proud of it, since I wrote the entire story in about a week in a half. I basically fell in love with the show after watching a marathon on Sunday and couldn't help but start writing, and it amazed me how fast I finished the story. I really hope you all enjoy it!
It was weird; I don't know how to describe it. Being happy, excited, even a little nervous, and then, terror, and pain, takes me over in the matter of seconds. And then I wake up in a dark dungeon like place, so confused, and still in pain.
"Oh my god," I muttered to myself as I looked down at my body. My jeans and tank top were gone, and the crouch of my panties were soaked with blood. I reached down and felt myself, cringing at the pain coming from between my legs. I saw through cloudy eyes the hand shaped bruises on my thighs, my arms, and my wrists. I looked like a Dalmatian.
Slowly looking around I could see I was in a basement, and the walls looked soundproofed. It was a small basement, with only me in it. My hair fell in my eyes and I reached up to brush them away, but I couldn't. Looking down I saw my wrists cased in handcuffs and chained to the floor.
It seemed my nose started working just then because an overwhelming stench over came me. My eyes started to water from the tremendous odor.
BANG! The door at the top of the stairs clattered open. Jumping in surprise and panic seeped into my skin. A large man stomped down the stairs. He seemed angry.
"This is your fault," he said pacing across the floor in front of me. Suddenly he kicked me in the stomach, knocking the air out of me. Gasping in surprised I keeled over, trying to catch my breath. Gulping in air as fast as I could I slowly looked up at the man, who was bald and very muscular, not unattractive, kind rough around the edges.
"And what is it you think I did," I asked slowly through clenched teeth. He squatted down and grabbed my chin, making me look him in the eyes.
"It's not what I think you did, you filthy bitch," raising his hand he slapped me sharply across the cheek. Something metal caught and cut it.
"It's your fault they know, it's you who made this happen," he said as he stood up. I cupped my cheek and tried to keep my eyes from watering.
"You're not very smart if you think this is my fault," I muttered as I looked down at my bloody hand. Stomping up to me he grabbed my hair and pulled me up off the floor. Biting my lips I tried to keep from screaming as he asked "what the fuck did you say whore?" Swallowing back air I looked up into his icy dead eyes. Glaring back, I said "I said you're stupid if you blame me, you're the bastard who took me, you evil, cruel asshole!" And I spat in his face. My words get me in trouble constantly, but I was gonna die, so who the fuck cares?
Throwing me to the ground the man stepped back. Looking up at him I saw him reach around behind himself and pull out a gun. He was close enough to me that I could see the rage in his eyes and the sweat on his face as he said "that was your last mistake bitch."
BANG!
Nothing, I felt no pain. Confused, I looked down and searched my body but saw no bullet hole. It was only when I looked back up at the man and saw the blood streaming out of his shoulder. He had turned and was shooting at someone at the top of the stairs. Still shooting he made his way across the floor and over to a door I hadn't noticed before. And he escaped.
"Ma'am, are you ok?" I jumped and looked up. An attractive man in a vest labeled FBI was crouching down to look at me. As I watched him I could feel my eyes welling up with tears. I collapsed to the floor in tears of fear and relief. I felt the handcuffs being undone and afterwards the man slowly helped me to my feet. He got a blanket from another officer and wrapped it around my shoulders, covering my naked body.
"I'm gonna walk you out to the ambulance so you can get checked out, okay," the officer asked. I looked up at him and asked "wh-at's y-your name?" He smiled slightly and said "I'm Derek." I nodded, trying to control my sobs as I said "h-hi der-ek, I'm To-ri." He nodded as he helped me over to the stairs. I was sore all over but I would do anything to get out of this house.
Arriving outside all I could hear were police and ambulance sirens, and all I could see were bright flashing lights against the dark night sky.
As I walked I looked around at all the officers coming to my rescue. I've never had to be rescued, I was always the rescuer. This was a different change of pace.
"Oh my god," I heard someone say from a police car. I looked up. And there he was, Spencer, rushing towards me, with two blonde women, one shorter and curvy and the other tiny with longer hair, watching in confusion behind him.
"Spencer," I sighed in relief as I felt my feet carry me towards him. He pulled me into a tight embrace, and I held onto him like a life preserver. And he just held me, rubbing my hair, mumbling concerns, kissing my forehead, just being my friend. Exactly what I needed.
As you can already tell, it is going to be centered around my favourite character, whom I fell in love with at first sight, the amazing Dr. Spencer Reid. Ain't he just cool.
One more thing, I am currently writing another Criminal Minds story, which is also centered around Dr. Spencer Reid, and if you are a Reid lover like myself, you won't mind at all. The story is unnamed right now, but I will hopefully have a name soon.
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