Ch.2
Fading Light
"Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely." - Edna St. Vincent Millay
Sitting silently in his chair, Reid was looking through the file. "Still thinking about that girl?" Morgan asked, flopping down besides the young genius. "I guess," Reid sighed as he closed the manila folder, after reviewing it for the 20th time. "How much longer till we get there?" he added, placing the file into his satchel. "About 30 minutes," replied Morgan as h got back up, ruffling the younger man's tried to ignore the pain seeping into his head.
The SUVs waiting for the team at the airport, where covered with dirt. Rossi raised an eyebrow slightly to Hotch. Shrugging they jumped into the black vans. Driving to the local police station was an adventure upon itself. The rough road jostling the profilers, Reid's face began to look a little green. Hi head bent and his elbows on his knees. Once they parked the team almost threw themselves out of the car. "And I thought Morgan's driving was bad," muttered Reid as they walked to the station's doors.
The red haired woman's eyes opened slightly a groan escaped her lips. Her eyes dancing around the small room she was held in. She slowly sat up her stomach turning, looking down she saw her close dirty matted with dirt and blood. Her hands tied behind her back with rough ropes connecting her to a wall. Things where muffled and her eyes unfocused and distant. A door opened revealing a brunette woman. She had brown eyes and was average height and was a bit bigger than the younger woman. Anastasia looked at the woman in confusion unsure if it was real or a hallucination. "Where is he?" the brown-eyed woman asked.