Chapter 42
I don't own Criminal Minds. Also sorry I haven't updated in a while, I have been busy co-writing a story called Brother's lost with my good friend Spike in the River of Sherlock. It is a Criminal Minds fan fic and it has Hotch and Reid in it. It is really good (If I do say that myself). It has nothing to do with this story though! Ok I hope you like this chapter. I sort of rushed it but I hope it isn't that bad. I promise this weekend I will write a few more chapters for this story.
"Come on Reid. You have to eat this. Your body has to fight this. We need to get through this. This hell will all be over soon. I promise!" With all my might I tried and bit down on the mountain of food in my mouth.
It hurt me to bite down. It was like every single small movement was an earthquake in my body.
"Reid please. Just do it," Garcia whispered. She had tears coming from her stained eyes. I had to do this for her.
"Oh my god. How could I do this?" She whispered to herself. She had just let her Dr Reid go with poison in his system. For all she knew he could be dead by the time she got to Italy. She couldn't face her whole life without her one and only true love. The only one who had truly knew her.
"Oh my god. I hope he is alright!" She whispered as she closed the hotel room door. She slumped against the door and raised her knees to her face. She had just put Reid back in his room with the huge, fat, blond woman. She hated how the fat woman had her one love.
In about five minutes the sleeping pill would have worn off and he would wake up to see that the time was one minute past what he had dreamt to have woken up to. She had been clever.
Before he had woken up in the first place she set his clock back an hour. The night before she had made sure he had got drunk while his friends weren't there. She made sure that Reid was on his own when she told him who she was and what was going to happen. She spent half an hour just talking to him. While putting him back in bed with the blond woman she had reset the clock's time to the correct time.
She had watched movement in and around the room he was in all night. She had made a huge mistake drugging him.
What if he died? What if she never saw him again? What if he died a painful death?
If she would have wanted him to die she would have shot him.
She would have been nice. She didn't want him to suffer. He was her baby!
They would have been perfect together. She wept for the life she wouldn't have with Spencer any more.
For all that she knew, Spencer could die in about an hour. His death wouldn't be nice either. She sobbed as she thought about her only love, Spencer Reid.
"Garcia," I said. I was finding it so hard to keep awake. The poison was ravaging through my body. My body felt as if it was on fire and I had weights on my eyes pulling the lids of my eyes down. I couldn't bit down on the food in my mouth. There was too much in my mouth and every single movement was painful. I hated this feeling of pain. It was a very intense pain too. I hated feeling like this.
I knew the impending doom coming. I could feel myself getting closer to my death. The only time I felt anything like this was when I was with Tobias Hankle. This time I knew I wouldn't be so lucky. There was nothing Garcia could do if I did close my eyes.
I would die in the arms of Garcia. I didn't want her to suffer like this. She had already been through enough. She didn't need me dying in her arms too. The world had been so cruel to her. She hadn't done anything to deserve this fate. All she had been in her life was nice. It always seemed the world punished good people.
It wasn't going to be a nice way to die but there was nothing I could do. I felt powerless. My eyes felt so heavy. It would be so easy to close my eyes now but there was no guarantee I would wake up again. "Reid, Reid!" Were the last words I heard until I gave into my body's natural urges.