Chapter 39
I don't own Criminal Minds. Also I am sorry if the last chapter completely confused you! I will revisit Diane Bruka later in the story. She isn't really in this chapter! Sorry.
I slowly came out of my artificial rest. I was lying in a bed with Garcia lying next to me. The room was dark and bottles were all over the floor. I looked over to the blue glowing clock. It flashed a time of 6:43. It felt as if I had, had a bad hangover. To be honest my head was pounding and I was about to vomit. "Was it a dream?" I asked myself. I looked down to my arms. I saw a few freckles and a couple of red spots. I saw nothing out of the ordinary or anything I thought was out of the ordinary. "That was a strange dream," I whispered to myself. It had felt so real. As soon as I tried to sit I received an instant throbbing headache. It seemed to wipe all my memories of my dream. "I need to get some coffee," I said but no-one listened. Garcia was fast asleep and Rossi wasn't in the room. I slowly untucked myself from the white cover and put my two heavy feet on the floor.
I grabbed a shirt and put it over my shoulders. I got up and started to plod out of the room. I really needed some coffee. Coffee would be good. I plodded out of the door. Even though my footsteps seemed to be very loud, Garcia was still fast asleep. I was half asleep and was just really focused on getting a cup of coffee. "Goodbye, Dr Spencer Reid!" A voice said from behind me. It sounded like the woman out of my dream. I slowly stepped around half expecting a woman to be behind me but I saw no-one. I turned around fully and I saw that absolutely no-one (not even a rat or anything) was behind me.
This couldn't be happening…. This couldn't be happening. Could it? Was I turning schizophrenic? I couldn't be, could I? I was imagining events that didn't happen and now I was hearing voices. I couldn't be? I didn't want to turn into my mother and be looked up in a mental hospital. I just hoped this was because I was drunk. I begged to god (even though I didn't believe in a god at all) it was only because I was drunk.
I continued to walk down the hall/ stairs. I need to sober up quickly. I walked down the stairway and to the front desk. There was a young woman in her early twenties which had long brown hair. She was wearing a white shirt and a black jumper. She looked at me directly. I was about to ask where I could get some coffee when she said "Sir, you can get coffee, tea and water in the dining room which is in the door directly opposite." I just nodded. I dragged my feet to the door opposite he reception desk. I turned the brass doorknob on the white door to reveal the dining room.
The dining room was surely the poshest room in the hotel. The walls were painted white and the blue, silk curtains were drawn slightly. The chairs were white and looked Victorian. The tables were rosewood. To one side of the room was a coffee machine, a buffet table, a hot table and a table with all sorts of sauces, sugars and packets of other things. On the other side of the room was a dark chest of drawers with a vase on. On the wall was a huge painting. By the looks of it, it was probably Italian and done during the renaissance. I started walking towards the coffee machine. I got to the coffee machine and saw you could have a multitude of different types of coffee. I pressed a button which gave me my usual espresso coffee. Once the coffee had come out of the machine, I walked to the table with all the extra bits on it. I grabbed a handful of sugar packets and a little jug with milk inside it. I placed my coffee, the milk and the sugars on one of the rosewood tables. I sat down on a chair and started pour sugar into the coffee. As I started to add a little bit of milk a woman said "Sir, It is a bit early but if you would like I could cook you up some sausages or some toast..." I shook my head. "Thanks for the offer but I am not that hungry. I was just a bit thirsty and had a caffeine craving. Thanks for the offer though. I will wait till my friends wake up till I have breakfast." "Ok, sir." The woman left the room.
I was left alone to drink my coffee in peace. But I knew these would be my final moments of peace and solace before I had left the country and I was at peace with myself. This was my last moment of peace before my life was turned upside down!