Wow… So how long has it been? SORRY!
I'm sorry for this delay. I've been sick, had a lot of homework to do, some sort of a life (hard to believe), writers block, lack of motivation and everything under the sun to stop be writing this.
But thanks to all the reviews that you guys sent in, they helped me to write this out. I'm sorry that I haven't been writing, I've been thinking about putting this up for adoption, so even co-labbing with someone. I still have a plan for this story, but not really time or motivation to write it. If someone would be interested in working with me, I would be happy to share this with you.
I know I promised a big clue for as whom Reid's kidnappers were, there is a clue in here, but not as big as was said…. (Sorry!)
This chapter is also not very long, I thought I would put something out to keep this going. It's really just a snippet. Better something than nothing?
Also if you guys have any questions or suggestions, you can ask me on twitter Ripcurl_aus or PM me on here.
Hope you guys have been well, and without further to do, here's chapter 8!
"All truths are easy to understand once they are discovered; the point is to discover them."
Galileo Galilei
'You'd better be right about this.' One of the men stated. He sounded irritated from Reid's position on the ground.
'Oh I am. I swear.' He seemed confident. It was Custode. Reid's stomach churned at the thought of him.
'What makes you think?' the man asked again.
Custode just turned and walked down the stairs, leaving the other two men at the top.
'Just come.' Custode's smooth voice replied. Reid knew they were talking about him, and gave him a bad feeling. What were they talking about?
Reid sat still as the men walked down. Custode and the other man talked, but the third man remained silent.
Reid had no idea how he was going to stop whatever they were going to do to him. He didn't have a profile of Custode. He'd only shared a few words with him, and no idea about his behaviour, or his motives. Not to mention now, these two other men, were in the picture. But he did do some of his best profiling under intense pressure, as he had told Hotch once. He had a feeling that in a short amount of time, he should be doing some of his best profiling ever.
The meek lighting in the room left Reid in a fear that they would blitz attack him without him ever seeing it coming.
However, the man who had been doing the talking to Custode, came up to him gently, and ran his hand up his arm. Reid jumped away, and the man laughed.
'Your innocence is great young man.' He commented. To which Reid remained frozen and silent on the floor, afraid that him saying anything would cause a spontaneous burst of anger. A small smile was given to Reid, and the man began to look him over, and instant uncomfort was felt by the young profiler.
The man turned his head over his shoulder and started speaking, except it took a few moments for Reid to realise that he wasn't speaking in English; it was Russian. They must think that he doesn't know Russian. So he played dumb to what was going on, and listened in.
'He's very good. He would be one of the best for us. What do you think?'
The man looked back to him, and Reid feigned terror, which wasn't too hard for him to do.
'He's delicate. With a bit of training, he would be good.'
They nodded and the man keeling over Reid stood.
He then asked, 'What about Pavel? Do you think-?'
'Yes.' Was the immediate reply. Short and sharp.
Reid became incredibly nervous. He wasn't sure if he was happy that the man no longer seemed irritated, but pleased.
