Chapter 6: Dinner
Emily POV...
A cold shiver ran down my spine as the doors were once again closed. Everything else could be okay, but separating us was not! I clung to myself as the prison started to descend into its coldest phase. Another shiver went down me, goose bumps forming. It felt like we were back, all three, into William's cold room. The unwanted memories of my mind collided with my weak heart. The darkness was approaching.
I looked up, in the moment of so much fear, I longed for him. A mere eye contact could put the fire out in my chest. Spencer shifted until his back was resting behind the bars. We locked our eyes. His tiny nose was turning red from the cold. In such helpless moment, that face brought a smile back on my face and tears in my eyes. I quickly looked away, to move the tears away. Seeing me drink up my tears, my angel moved forward and took my face in his hands.
"If you cry, I will never stop crying, ever!" He said and I laughed in return.
"Then I'll kill myself" I replied. His eyes squinted in confusion.
"I will destroy anything that will make you cry" I claimed. He looked surprised but happy at the same time. I quickly wiped my eyes. Usually, I never expected much physical contact with him but he suddenly hugged me, pulling me in his long arms, welcoming, the place where my two worlds meet. I inhaled deep, taking in as much of his scent as possible. My heart ached with so much love filling in. For moments, I was away from all dangers, all thoughts, all fears. We remained lost in each other as the place turned even darker.
It was me, and him, together. No more words, just breathing. I could feel his chest moving up and down as he lived on, his heart beating. I hid my face in his neck and closed my eyes. His warmth singing lullabies, taking me away, to a world where there were only rainbows, smiles and light.
I felt sleepy and eventually landed in the lands of my dream. Where, on top clouds, we sat, laughing. I could hear bells playing soft happy music. As life seemed to move on slowly like the cloud passing a land. With cold breeze playfully blowing my hairs. It was holy, it was peaceful. That's just how my world feels with Spencer in it.
A loud thud and I opened my eyes, back into darkness. It was silent, with few whimpers. I could feel the night had approached. I shifted around and saw his face gently placed on my shoulder. In the dim light, I could still see his delicate features, his mouth slightly open, his eyes closed with red rims under it, forehead hidden with bangs. I pulled him closer, wrapping my arms around his body, like he was my baby. Morgan was lying on his back. He turned my way noticing my movements. It was hard to see his face from that far.
"Hope my baby girl is okay.." he lightly whispered.
"Yah" I whispered back. We didn't know what to say to each other. We had no clue what was happening, where rest of our team was, what the next morning will bring for us? Tears warmed up my eyes and I let them flow down my face in the dark. I tightened my grip around him until our faces were touching. I knew my tears were wetting him too. The pain increased in my heart when I felt him so close, I pressed my lips to his cheek. I cried silently, scared for time to fly.
"I love you" I whispered lightly near his ear and rocked myself to sleep while crying.
REID POV...
Light penetrated my eyes. I lifted my head up, slowly registering where I was. Next thing I know, I was all tangled up with Emily. She was sleeping. The prison was illuminating as if morning was here. I could hear people chatting. I turned back to see Morgan lying on the floor, lost in sleep.
I pulled Emily away from the wall, from sitting position to lying on the floor. Or else, her back was going to ache forever. I gently placed her head down on my lap and watched her sleep. Her eyes with puffed, red, as if she was crying before. My heart skipped a beat. I hated seeing her sad. Only, if I could steal her sadness away forever, sharing my happiness, only if emotions could be transferred, like from a USB drive. I smiled down at her face.
It wasn't long when the prison door was smashed opened again, shocking me. Morgan stirred up.
"Where's Garcia?" He asked loudly. The men stopped in front of our prison. Then, unlocked. I was scared beyond words. Emily was waking up. She sat up, her face still with no emotions, watching the men enter. They lashed toward Morgan, pulling him up and dragging him out. My breathing halted. I stood up, ran after them but they closed the bar on me.
"HEEY!" I yelled.
"Don't take him away" I requested "PLEASE!". Morgan was giving them hard time, struggling away from their grip and receiving punches. He fought. One of the man turned to me.
"Not another word or I will take that girl away too!" He screeched at me and I sealed my mouth. Morgan was being taken away. I panicked. Begging with my desperate eyes.
"Where' re taking him?" Emily spoke from behind, panic evident in her voice. They ignored us as Morgan disappeared from our wet eyes. Not him, not him, not him, a mantra echoed inside, a voiceless plea. Emily placed her hand on my shoulder. How would I not cry now?
The footsteps returned. My heart swelled up with hope, maybe they changed their mind. But soon that was discarded. Instead, Rossi and JJ were being brought over.
We exchanged nothing but looks until they were inside with us and the door was closed. The man before leaving looked at me.
"Your next".
He left. Leaving me dumfounded. JJ and Emily were hugging each other and Rossi was angrily staring. He looked beaten. I drank up all fears. My head started to hurt.
"Where's Hotch?" I asked facing Rossi. He looked down.
"Concentration camp, Morgan is being taken there too, they will work there" his voice seemed dull.
"Spence?" JJ got my attention and exchanged a heartily embrace.
"And Garcia?" JJ asked the rest. Our faces told the story.
"Maybe sent to camp too" Emily suggested. Rossi shook his head.
"No females are taken there, only strong middle aged man" he answered. He then looked me in the eye "that's why this old man is left behind". I died in embracement. He patted my shoulder. I looked down at his shoes.
"you got dirt on your custom made shoes" I said. He smiled in returned.
"So, how'll we get out?" JJ exhaled loudly.
"Got nothing but bits of profile" Emily added.
"We need to get our hands on a phone and call our government to send some help down here" Rossi exclaimed.
We decided to sit down and plan some way out. It had been two days since we ate anything. One by one, all of our stomachs' growled. Only, I knew how hungry I was at that time. More so thirsty, I could have some water to soak up my dry throat now.
"They don't feed the prisoners anything, some of them here must be almost dying" Rossi told us. JJ's eyes widened.
"What about water?" I asked. Rossi looked at me cluelessly.
Time seemed to move on but the hunger and thirst started to become uncontrollable. I said to myself to use up all the damn fat cells and amino acids you got! Emily and JJ were lost in their talks but Rossi was exceptionally quiet. I started off some conversations but he ended them all. He seemed lost somewhere, hopeless, which he never looked before.
And, again, the men arrived yet for another one. I knew I was next. As I heard footsteps approaching, Emily grabbed my hand tightly. Fear was swimming in her delicate eyes. Our separation on our minds. They came, looked right into my eyes. Emily's grip tightened as it would keep me away from them. But, they pulled my arm hard, trying to break me free. I screeched a little while being pulled in half.
"MOVE!" he yelled loudly. Emily didn't let go, neither did I. I looked back at her eyes, staring right up, filled with tears, her strong eyes were crying. It made me cry too. But, I drank my tears for her sake.
"I'll be back" I whispered and loosened my gripped and allowed the men to pull me away from my love. With increasing distance, the heart ached, like never before.
So, I started to walk with them, this time noticing all the prisoners weakened from malnutrition. It scared me. Some were banging their fist against the bars demanding the life's essentials.
Emily POV...
With blurry eyes, I continued to watch them take Spencer away. The bile in my throat was becoming acidic, I wanted him back here, with me. The pain was too real, like someone had cut a piece out of my body, mercilessly. I panicked. Now, tears turning into rivers of sorrows. How would I breath not knowing where he was being taken? With sadness slowly turning into anger, I banged my head in the bars. JJ pulled me into a hug.
"Spencer" I whispered back in her embrace trying to stop my tears but rivers keep flowing.
Within minutes, his absence started to get to me. I felt so paralyzed with my overcoming sorrow. I knew I was ready to kill anyone for Spencer, today I knew what made some killers so willing to kill. My stomach growled violently and I pressed my tummy hard to keep it silent. I tried to focus my attention somewhere else, like on JJ who silently was crying for her love, her child. My pain started to look small in front of hers.
I gave her a shoulder to cry on. A mother's heart was a delicate one.
"I told Henry I'll bring him toys on my way back" she lightly started to talk. I hummed a yes.
"He never liked that mommy had to go far for long" she said staring blankly. I had nothing to say to lightened her motherly heart so instead I let her say her heart. We were at that moment of life, where nothing happens other then time passing, tick, tick, every second, just another second.
Reid POV...
I walked out into a sunset. It felt warm, the courtyard was nearby and trees were swaying in their delight. The men pulled me into a large doorway, sealed with gold linings. And, it allowed us to enter the huge mansion where the dictator must addresses the rest. The floors were white marbles, shinning. The men threw me forward and I smashed my knees on the floor. I slowly turned my head up, with blurry weakened eyesight I saw a figure sitting up on the throne. I wish I had my glasses to see better. The lady slowly descended her way down until she was standing in front of me. The princess Kim.
"You owe me a dinner today" she lightly spoke and I heard winds blowing around the large empty space. I sat back up on my knees confused at her words.
"And if you deny, I will let them punish you" she whispered lightly leaning.
"But..." she turned away "that will be such a waste of such treasure".
"I don't understand, I mean I thought we were the prisoners" I said. She turned back, her eyes dripping in liners sealing her sight into mine, playing with my core. More like a monster than a princess.
"Accept my invitation or not?" she asked without blinking. I didn't want to die yet so I nodded.
"Yes I accept" I let her know and her facial features relaxed. She then ordered the men in Korean to set the table in her private chamber. I was lifted off the ground and into the large mansion. She told the man to not let her father know of this. I immediately knew that was not suppose to happen.
