A loud, heavy knocking ripped him from his sleep. Wild eyes searched in the darkness, his heart pounding in time with the fists.
Who is that?
I don't know. It sounds like...Half-jumping, half-falling out of bed, Adam stumbled to the door. He pressed himself up against it, listening. Nothing.
BAM!
He almost jumped out of his skin as it started again. Cold sweat was starting on his forehead.
"Adam! Open up, we know you're in there... We don't want to break down this door!" It was the agent from before, the one who had been with Reid.
His heart skipped a beat.
Is Reid with them?
Don't be stupid! You can still run...
I need to see him again.He stepped away from the door, scared. Excited. Nervous. His palms were sweating, heart racing.
Shaking his head silently, he tried not to make any noise as he pulled at his hair.
Calm yourself.
Reid. I can't... He's..."Adam, open the door. We can talk." This time it was Reid. Perfection called him from the other side of the oak door. A clench of desire ripped through his abdomen.
Wide eyes stared at the handle, watching his own hand, shaking, click the lock open.
Immediately, the door flew open, almost connecting with his face.
Before he could stumble back, the other agent grabbed him, turning him around in a swift movement. Metal clinked against metal and the icy cold of handcuffs bound his wrists.
He was caught. Like a mouse, hunted by cats.
His gaze flickered to the side, trying to catch a glimpse of Reid.
He saw his tall frame out of the corner of his eye, one long arm connected to a phone he was suddenly talking into.
Stay quiet.
Reid...
Reid caught him staring almost a millisecond after he dared to look, his lips almost twitching into a smirk.
As the more built agent began to drag him out of his room, he found himself smiling.
Perhaps he was a mouse who wanted to be caught.