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Chapter Ten:
Prentiss woke up to a start. Reid was no longer in bed with her. Sunlight was just starting to pour in. She got out of bed and looked around. Then she heard the shower being turned on. She let out a sigh of relief.
The door was open slightly. She approached it hesitantly.
"Hey," she said just loudly enough for him to hear her.
"Hey," he said.
"You left the door open by accident."
"No, I did so on purpose," he said. "The space is a little cramped and I don't like the feeling of being trapped."
"I can understand that," she said. "I'll let you get back to it."
"Actually, can you come back in about fifteen minutes? I was given this cream for the scars on my back that I can't quite touch."
"Sure," she said. "I'll be back in fifteen."
Prentiss was actually quite nervous about seeing the rest of Reid's body. She nearly fell apart after just looking at his face. The thought of seeing more made her heart ache.
She scrolled through her messages from Interpol. They'd be at the hotel in two hours to discuss strategy. She hoped they involved putting Spencer in as little danger as possible.
Fifteen minutes later, she gently opened the door more and couldn't contain her gasp. Reid was wearing only a towel around his midsection. The scars on his chest, legs, and arms were on full display, along with how much weight he had lost. It was a painful sight.
"Emily," Reid said, breaking her from her trance.
She burst into tears. "How are you still alive? How!?"
"I don't know," he said. "But I need your help."
"I'm sorry," she said. "I can barely look at you."
"Emily, I'm here. I don't know what I'm doing or how to feel. But I'm alive. Can you try to look past the scars and see me?"
"I'll try," she said.
He handed her a tube of cream.
"I may wince a little as it does sting at first, but it does help. It also dries fast, so you'll have to move quickly."
She took the tube and he turned around. His back mirrored his front. Trying not to think about what objects caused these scars, she applied the cream to her hand and then gently rubbed it in. He did tense up at first, but then relaxed.
"Who gave you this cream?" she asked as she worked.
"A Russian doctor brought in during my last stop at a safe house."
"What were the people who rescued you like?"
"They were kind and brave. They lost everything in order to try to get me to safety. I'll never be able to thank them enough."
She finished rubbing the cream in.
"Done," she said.
He turned around and Prentiss looked into his eyes. They weren't as soft and innocent as they used to be, but there was still a spark in them. Without thinking, she reached forward and kissed him.
"Emily," he said softly.
"I'm sorry," she said. "I don't know what's going on with me. I just want to feel your heart beating."
"Don't be sorry," he said and kissed her back.
He let the towel drop to the floor and guided her back to the bedroom. She pulled off the sweater she was wearing, and he pulled down both her pants and underwear.
"Wait," she said. "Are you healthy enough for this?"
"As long as you don't go rough on me," he said.
"I wouldn't dream of it," she said.
They got on the bed and Prentiss let him kiss every inch of her. She massaged every part of his body. He gently fondled her breasts. She began to moan as he penetrated her. It didn't last long, but they were both gasping for breath at the end.
"You okay?" she asked.
"Never better," he said.
"I should shower and get dressed," she said dully.
"Can I join you?" he asked.
"Are you up for another round?" she asked.
"Let me just breath you in one last time," he said.
"Okay," she said and guided him by the hand into the bathroom.
…
Reid ate a reasonably large breakfast with some orange juice as coffee still wasn't good for his stomach. They didn't speak much and focused on eating. The dangerous part was about to begin.
The first thing Interpol agents did was order Reid to strip down to his boxers. Prentiss looked away to give him some privacy even though she had already seen everything. They wired every part of his body using the best technology available. He was then given a new set of clothes to wear that linked up to the bugs on his body. It was all to guarantee his safety.
The plan was for him to walk to the Kremlin steps and stare into the cameras and then walk back to the hotel. Prentiss and other Interpol agents would be shadowing his every move. He was then given a winter coat that was lined with a bullet-proof vest.
Throughout the process, Reid put on a brave face. He did everything as instructed and promised to be careful. The hard look in his eyes was more pronounced. He wanted to do this. Reid wanted to take down his wife.
…
He didn't bother looking to see if he was being watched. The Interpol agents were too good to easily be seen. The air was cold, but the coat-vest kept him warm. His mind remained firmly on the mission.
Reid found a camera looking out on the Kremlin steps. He climbed a few and stood for a moment. He looked straight in the camera.
"Come find me, bitch," he mouthed in English.
He then walked down the steps proceed to walk back to the hotel as planned. Then he suddenly felt the unmistakable shape of a gun on the small of his back.
"Scream and Emily dies," the Interpol agent turned-traitor said into his ear in Russian.
He followed the man's instructions and hoped Emily was okay.