Readers:
It's okay, I am mad at me too. I said I would write and here I am slacking again. Case of writer's block, mixed with New Year celebrations and now traveling for the next day or so. Any who, sorry I was on the struggle bus. I will try to do better. Show some love.
Happy New Year's All.
Thank you!
Chapter 12: Can't Outrun the Past (Cont.)
"Guys, it's going on 11pm and there still isn't a body. What if it hasn't been found yet or his timing has changed? I stared ahead while sipping on my coffee. Worn out from the long day. It was discussed that we would all go home at our usual times, but we wanted to make sure that if there was something reported that we would all be here ready. Now, it seems like we were all wrong.
"You might be right, Harlow." Hotchner looked over his exhausted team, debating on if he should send everyone home for a few hours or not. "Alright, head home and get some sleep. I expect everyone to be back here by 8."
"Ready to go Spence?" I caught Spencer by the arm, making him look at me with huge, questioning eyes.
"Umm, what do you mean…Oh, right you are staying with me. Sorry, it has been a long day and it slipped my mind for a second. Strange." He became lost for a moment. "Do you need to get anything from your place first?"
"Yes, I am dying for some comfy pajamas and will definitely need different clothes for tomorrow." I said as I looked down at what I was currently wearing, which was now a wrinkled grey pant suit. "And a shower, a shower would be heavenly right about now."
"Clothes we will get from your place; shower you can take at mine." He said with an odd authority behind his voice. It was honestly pretty sexy.
We made it outside my apartment quickly, not bad traffic at 11:30 at night on a Wednesday. "Okay, I am just going to run up and grab my stuff. I will be back in roughly 10 minutes." Before Spencer could object, I hopped out of the care, threw him a smile and started running into the building.
When I got to my apartment door it was cracked open and by no means was I surprised. I knew Carlos would come here. That is precisely why Spencer is downstairs and I am up here. I pulled out my gun and crept into the main room, but something told me he wasn't here anymore. I flipped on the light to the kitchen that connected to the main room. There laid a red rose, and a note.
My daring girl-
How foolish you have been to hide from me. I will always find you. You are mine.
Chills ran down my back, this is what he wanted though. He wanted me to be afraid, to know he was hunting me, stalking me and just wanting for the right moment.
I took a photo of the set up and sent a group message to the team, best if they know… team player I would be. I sent along with it though that there was 'no need to worry, he was not still here'. After that I went a quickly gathered my things, I knew Reid would be freaking out if I took any longer. Especially with me just sending that group message. The last thing I did was grabbed a plastic bag and packaged the note along with the rose. Maybe we would be able to figure else something more from this.
When I got down to the car I was greeted with a very pissed off face. "What the hell, Pax?"
"Sorry?" All I could muster was a shrug and a smirk. "I knew there was a chance that he could have came to my place and there was no reason to put you at that kind of risk."
"That is precisely the point of you being with me tonight." He looked dumbfounded at that point.
"Can we please just get to your place? I really am sorry; I just didn't want you to be at risk of getting hurt…"
"I am not happy, Paxton. You are part of a team, friends with us. We care about you. Start realizing that." With that Spencer put the car in drive.