"Which pay phone are you at?" He rushed, trying to jam the key into the ignition with a shaking hand, the phone between his ear and his shoulder...
"The Thai takeout place," she replied, clutching the phone to her face as though it would provide heat. The very little shelter she had was a clear plastic roof, just big enough to save her head from the down pour. While there were other places she could shelter under, she found she would much rather be here revelling in the sound of his voice.
"There," his voice stated finally, just as a black car screeched to a stop. Out of it he ran, as did she to join him, unable to hide the watery smile from her face. She threw her shaking arms around his waist shamelessly, and his arms fell around her, warming her frozen frame.
"You're ok," he whispered into her hair, mirroring her thoughts. he's ok, he's ok, he's fine...
Finally he let her go, and too didn't think it wise for them both, particularly her, to be out in the rain much longer. He did, however, keep at a very close proximity until they made it to the car, and Anya climbed in the a passenger side, shivering but finally feeling safe. Reid climbed in seconds later, and turned to look at her. His short brown hair fell into his brown eyes, dripping heavily.
He didnt say a word, and slowly she smiled at his expression. A tear fell down her cheek, and she wiped it away before she began to fall apart. Her face, however, gave her away.
Soon, arms enveloped her, and she nudged closer, enjoying the warmth of this man who should have felt like a relative stranger, but didnt. The complete opposite, infact.
She calmed down in a few moments, and slide away to let the man drive. The heat was on full, and her limbs began to thaw, replacing the cold numbness with a dull ache. Water slide down her back, escaping her drying hair.
"What happened?" Reid asked, inevitable. As much as she would have liked to be left to forget her little adventure, the truth needed to be told.
"That night, the same one you and the others came, Aiden broke in and smashed the phone, took my mobile so I couldnt get into contact. That night he told me he was taking me on a trip," she recounted briefly.
"How did you escape?"
"He left to fill up, I slashed a tyre on the car and took my chance. It was a built up area, so I had plenty of places to hide. Thankfully it was only a few miles from the city."
Reid thought about it for a moment, and frowned suddenly. "He seemed...cosy around you," he observed, and Anya couldnt help but giggle at the term 'cosy'. Or feel happy about how protective he sounded. "The night he found me, he said he wanted to make a deal. Get back with him, no one gets hurt. I tried to protest, but then he..."
"He what?"
Anya caught on at what he was thinking, and instantly assured him that that didnt happen, and he took a deep breath to let out the falsely applied rage.
"He, erm, threatened someone in particular," she hinted, not wanting to admit her motives. Now, in the safety of his company and the heat of the car, it sounded like poor judgement, and lack of trust. "He saw you," she finally breathed, "and he's very jealous. Any guy is a threat in his mind, and that was when he was sober. Now, he's not the man I knew."
"He said that if I didn't agree to give us a chance, he would find you."
Reid held his breath in disbelief, not knowing what to think of her words. underlining the guilt and feeling of lack of faith on her part, he felt...kind of smug. That she wanted to protect a practical stranger.
But his other feelings nagged for addressing. "I'm an agent, what made you think you needed to put your life in danger for the sake of mine?"
She answered instantly. "When someone, or something threatens someone you care about, you first thought isn't that they can take care of themselves, its to do anything in your power to protect them."