Chapter Seven
The first thing Reid felt as he awoke was the slight sting in his chest, from the Taser wound, he assumed. His eyes opened, revealing to him his surroundings, which looked like a nearly empty basement. His right wrist was cuffed to an icy cold support pole, and it sent chills up his arm. The area was lit with a few bare light bulbs attached to the ceiling. Around the edges of the space were brown, cardboard boxes, some marked with things like, "Baby Clothing" or "Blankets." It looked like there were two rectangular windows, but were covered up with blankets.
Instinctively, Reid tried to reach for his gun, but found his holster empty. He also realized his credentials were absent, and his silver watch was missing as well. He regretted not getting to the point with Hotch, and rambling on instead. It was definitely a bad habit of his that he needed to cut back on, that much he was sure of. He also wished the profile would have been more accurate.
"I knew knowing the motive would have helped the profile," he muttered under his breath.
"I take it you're finally up," a cold voice said. Reid's eyes widened ever so slightly.
"Who's there?" he asked, knowing what a stupid question it was to ask. A subtle chuckle broke through the air.
"Oh, come on. Don't tell me you don't recognize my voice," the voice snapped, venom laced into the words. Reid dug into his memories for a familiar voice but came out empty handed. He was never good with auditory memory. "Here, let's try this, 'You're so lucky, Spencer, to have such high intelligence. You'll be on top of the world,'" the voice mocked in a sweet tone. Reid couldn't swallow as multiple memories flooded back to him.
"I remember," he answered truthfully and barely audibly.
"What's that? I'm afraid you're going to have to speak up." Reid could tell she was enjoying this.
"I remember you," he replied loudly, and a quick laugh resulted from the voice. A slow clap started, and the UnSub walked out to stand in front of Reid, a wide grin on her face.
"Bravo. Bravo!" she said, showing off her teeth. "The genius, Dr. Spencer Reid remembers little, insignificant me," she congratulated, putting emphasis on Reid's name. She walked gradually closer to him, ending up only four feet away from him. He sat on the cold floor, dumbstruck, and frightened to a certain extent.
"Relax, I'm not going to hurt you, that is, if you do what you should, and what is expected of you," she explained noticing his expression. She kneeled down next to him and stroked her hand on his cheek. He cringed, though she didn't care. "I want to keep you around for a while." He shut his eyes, not wanting to look into her's.
"Why a-are you doing th-this?" he stuttered, trying to turn his head away from her. She frowned and stood up. She folded her arms across her chest as she glared down at him. He opened his eyes and looked up to see anger flare in her grey eyes.
"I don't know," she said sarcastically, her eyes rolling dramatically, "You're the profiler; you tell me," she demanded. He tried to develop a reason in his mind, how desperately he did, but his brain didn't want to cooperate with him. Scratch that, it couldn't.
"I can't," he said in a whisper. Her eyebrows furrowed.
"Oh, you can't? Is there finally something the amazing Dr. Reid can't do? You've built hundreds of profiles, why can't you build one of me? Is it because your team did most of the work? Were you just there to give off statistics and other relevant facts?" she taunted harshly, hoping to hit a nerve.
"No, it's just that-"
"'It's just' what?" she shouted, clearly losing her patience. Reid winced, as if being hit by his abductor.
"I can't think straight. I helped make profiles; I did," he stated, worry mixed into his tone.
"What's keeping you from thinking straight then? Are you frightened by me? Shocked that you'd see me again? I'm sure you were glad to get rid of me when you left for D.C., weren't you?" Reid sat in silence, not daring to utter a single word or sound. His eyes flitted back and forth, as if reading an invisible paper. The UnSub groaned in frustration, and then kicked Reid's left side, right between a couple of his ribs. He winced at the abruptness of the attack, and at the surprising force the UnSub was able to put behind her kick. "Spencer, didn't you learn it's impolite to not answer a question when being asked?"
"Yes," he uttered through gritted teeth.
"Then I advise you to answer, and answer honestly. Lying is also very impolite," she advised in an overly sweetened voice. He opened his mouth, but nothing came out. He closed it for a second, and then tried again, this time succeeding.
"I… I didn't even really think about how I'd feel about leaving. At the time, I told myself that I'd call or write a letter from time to time, but I got so caught up in work… I didn't ever talk to you again," he admitted. She, however, was unconvinced.
"Work obviously isn't a problem for you sending letters every day to your poor, schizophrenic mother; Diana Reid," she taunted with a grin. "I heard she's not doing well as of recent." Reid's eyes couldn't possibly get wider than they were right now. "It's very easy to find the information you want nowadays, with technology and all." She grinned and leaned down so her face was inches away from his. "I know everything about you, Spencer. More than you think." Her breath smelled like mint; now it'd be Reid's least favorite scent. She straightened out and turned on the heels of her tennis shoes.
"Get some rest Spencer. We have some catching up to do in the morning," she said. She disappeared from sight, but Reid could hear her as she walked up a set of stairs, and the lights left with her. After she left, Reid couldn't hear anything but his own heart, beating rapidly inside his chest.
Spencer was now in complete darkness, and he was terrified. He knew this woman, and all this time, he never knew what she was capable of. At Cal. Tech., she always came off as a genuinely nice person. Of course that sounded like a cliché, but it was true. Neighbors say that often when they find out that their next door neighbor killed multiple people. They would have never suspected, and now I'm one of those naïve fools, he thought miserably.
This cold, venomous woman was someone Reid hadn't experienced before, and it terrified him that he didn't know what she had planned, or what she could do if he went against her in any way. He wished he could sleep, close his eyes and be kept safe in his own mind, or better yet, he wished he would wake back up in the hotel at the table, and laugh off this nightmare. His eyes stung, knowing that this was a nightmare, but it was a very real one. Unfortunately, Reid couldn't wake up from reality.
There you go! Chapter Seven :D I'm sorry for such short chapters guys! But, if you need an explanation, refer back to last chapter's AN. Thanks for reading like always! I will try my hardest to make the next chapter more exciting, at least in terms of new developments and new information.
