Wilkins slowly turned, and walked up the staircase leading to the balcony. He didn't even notice her leave; he was too busy franticly talking with Lila. It seemed that everything faded, like it had while they danced, but the feeling she got from it now wasn't that light, happy feeling she'd had then. It was a cold, dead, disappointed feeling. He obviously was quite involved with this - Lila -once. She wasn't surprised; she had her past flames too; Jonathan.
She had met Jonathan in college, and fell, hard, in love with him. They were engaged when the police arrested him for trafficking drugs. Her heart broke that day, and she swore never to love again. Now there was Spencer, and he was already – taken.
She leaned against the balcony, starring down on the moonlit city.
Maybe she was related to him – not a lover. No, she thought, she wouldn't have kissed him that way.
She kissed him.
She stole what was rightfully Wilkins'. It wasn't fair! After all these years she found someone that gave her a feeling rivaling the feeling she got from Jonathan, and now here was this blonde bimbo trying to take that away!
Wilkins turned around, sensing someone's presence.
It was Garcia, a look of concern on her face.
"You ok?" she asked, placing a hand on Wilkins shoulder.
Wilkins shook her off. "Who the hell is she?"
Garcia paused, shocked at Wilkins' turn of emotion. "Lila Archer. She's an actress. She and Reid met a few years ago when an UnSub was targeting her."
"And she's had nothing to do with him since?"
"N-not that I know of… I-I mean, I don't know. Reid hasn't really talked about her since then."
Wilkins put her head in her hands, letting out a quiet sob.
"Hey," said Garcia, patting Wilkins on the back, "it'll be ok."
"No, it won't! Everything's gone wrong! Tonight was supposed to be…" she paused as a tear ran down her cheek. "Tonight was supposed to be… right."
Garcia looked back into the ballroom where the music and laughter continued, mercilessly. She thought she caught a glimpse of Reid and Lila dancing, and decided it best to get Wilkins out as quick as possible.
"Holly, why don't I take you home?"
Wilkins thought it over and finally, in a moment of spitefulness, agreed.
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Garcia had decided to go back to the Ball before Morgan missed her. Wilkins' lonely, dark apartment seemed to laugh at her. All dressed up, and nowhere to go.
She slowly trudged to her bedroom, and to her vanity mirror. Her makeup had run, and her face was red from crying. Her big brown curls fell messily from her up-do onto her forehead. She looked herself up and down, hating what she saw.
Look at you, Holly. All dressed up like a princess from a fairytale. Who do you think you are, Cinderella?
She angrily tore at the dress, tossing it into the back of her closet. She ripped down her curls, and hopped into her shower, not bothering to turn on any cold water. She stood still, letting the scalding water wash off that princess she had seen in the mirror. She got out without using the soap, and absentmindedly left the water running. She dried quickly, pulling her red silk nightgown onto her still damp skin.
She strode back to the vanity, her soaked hair clinging to her neck and face.
Something changed in Wilkins that night. Something snapped.
She starred at herself, still red from the heat of the shower. A strange smile spread across her face.
He wanted bimbo? He'd get bimbo.
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Mwahahaha! :D Sometimes I scare myself…
So anyway, about Jonathan. He's not part of this story (at least I don't think he will be), but the idea came very much from a certain, Jonathan Crane. lol Am I the only one that thinks Cillian Murphy as Crane looked so much like Reid during his glasses phase?
Anyway, yeah, semi-short chapter. Deal with it.