Hello again. Crazy Sienna is back in full force. Thanks to AA for the beta!
Disclaimer: Criminal Minds is not mine. Neither, technically, is Sienna...
Sienna let a lazy smile cross her face. Reid, half terrified and half in shock, tensed as he began taking steps away from the woman who had terrorized and nearly destroyed him so many months before.
"Get in? Oh, dear. Guess I forgot to mention that…whoopsie."
"Mention what?" the young doctor said, trying with all his might to keep his voice as calm as possible.
"Mmmm…well…how to put it?" Sienna trailed. "You see, doctor, this isn't technically 'your' apartment."
Reid's eyes glanced over the two adjacent rooms he was standing in. She's cracked, he thought. This is my apartment. That's my kitchen and my living room…
But then, why is the sofa blue?
"Oh. I see you noticed the sofa," the woman said, noticing the young man's gaze. "Sad, really—I simply couldn't get that particular shade of green that the one is in your apartment. Seems they quit making that particular shade of green in the 1980s. The blue's rather nice, though, don't you think?"
Reid stood in the doorway to the kitchen wanting very much to be sick. He looked down at his bathrobe and slippers, feeling extremely underdressed and nearly naked.
"You're lying. This is my house. That's my bed in there, a-and…
"Yeah…that one was particularly tricky. Finding the right wrought-iron bed…priceless."
Sienna tapped a full coffee mug she had set out on the countertop. "Six sugars, three creamers, and always in the giant blue mug. Go on, have some. It's Columbian roast—your favorite. Me personally, I prefer French, but…"
"No."
Reid continued backing out of the doorway, turning and racing down the hall towards his bedroom. Once inside, he threw the door behind him, slamming it shut and locking it.
This isn't happening. This isn't happening. This isn't happening…
Walking over to the window, he leaned in and pulled up on the glass in order to try and crawl out.
The window pane didn't move. It didn't budge an inch.
Frustrated, Reid tried banging on the glass, hoping to break it. The glass remained as solid and as sound as ever.
"Three inches thick, soundproof and unbreakable," came a voice from just inside the doorway. The young doctor spun around and saw his captor standing there, swinging a thin key from a long silver chain.
"It's sweet, really, that you're trying to disprove the obvious," she trilled. "But now it's time to accept reality, Spencer…here you are, and here you're going to stay."
It was as if the young doctor had been punched. He slammed his hands flat on the glass, trying one last time to alert someone to his presence. It was no use.
"Come on now," Sienna said, reaching out a hand. "Come and eat your breakfast…"
Reid stood fixed to his spot. He stared at his tormentor for a long few seconds, and finally sank down to the floor. He was trying not to cry, but a single tear fell from the corner of his eye.
"Why…"
"Why you, Spencer? Well, it's simple really. I just couldn't get the image of you out of my head. The many images, really…there's just so many…" Her mouth curved into a slow smile as she let her mind recall the many times she had seen the young agent before.
Reid sank further, trying to put as much distance between him and Sienna as possible. "Please, just go away," he said. "This is my house. Just go away and leave me alone!"
"Oh, I don't plan to go anywhere," Sienna said lazily. "And yes, I suppose this is your house…just not quite the one you fell asleep in last night. But, yes, this is your home…and will be for a long, long time."
Her eyes trailed down Reid's hunched form, slowly taking in the sight. The young man tightened his grip on his bathrobe, not wanting to let it fall open even a fraction of an inch.
"All right now," she said, all business. "Get up. Time to eat."
"I-I'm not hungry."
"You're sure?"
"Yes." The last word came out as a spat bullet.
"Have it your way. I'm going out. I should be back fairly soon, so take your time and make yourself comfortable."
She's leaving? Perfect. I can just leave after her…
"I know what you're thinking, Spencer," Sienna said. "You're thinking 'I'll just take off after she leaves,' but there's a problem with the door. See, the damn thing only allows certain people out of it…"
Reid remembered. "The alarms…"
"Yes. That. Had you actually tried to leave, large steel beams would have slammed down on your feet and locked you in. Come to think of it, they still might, even if you so much as touch the door frame. Works on DNA, you see…I have a friend who's much, much better at this sort of thing, but she says that it's unbeatable. I'm still on the fence…
The windows are unbreakable. The door's rigged.
Reid's hopes sank. What do I do now?