Seconds ticked by, becoming minutes, and the suspense was too much to bare, it wore on Anya's mind like sand paper. She paced constantly, sat down, stood back up and went back over to the award wall, placed in darkness as it was, while Reid was waiting for more news at the dining table. The cell was silent, resting next to his hand while the other flipped through the tv channels. They both listened out for news, of a chase or and an attack, something that signaled Aiden.
"I'm glad i don't have carpet," his light voice joked, interrupting whatever train of thought she was following, surprisingly calm. Anya looked down at her feet self consciously, fidgeting against the wooden floor. Eventually, she returned to her place on the sofa, allowing her fingers to tap on a discarded book she held to her lap.
The TV switched of, and the room darkened minutely, while Spencer joined her on the sofa. "Tell me something," he said, capturing Anya's attention. She looked round to look at him.
"Why did you move here?"
She slouched her shoulders in thought at the question, seeming irrelevant and odd at this time.
"A need for independence. And opportunity," she admitted, meeting his eyes shyly. He seemed thoughtful at her response.
"It's just...you seemed to point the finger at him pretty quickly. I assumed that was the reason you left."
She shook her head. "Up until the night he was at my door, the last time I saw him, he was pretty much avoidant..."
"...until he found out you were leaving," he finished. She nodded silently. "The idea of me going away meant that I was cutting myself off for good, I guess. To him anyway."
The room fell quiet for a few moments. She was staring away, while he was watching her vacant expression waver. Finally, she turned to him, a curious twinkle in her eye.
"So, super genius Dr. Spencer Reid," she sang slightly, and he grinned at the way she said it. "You seem surprised," he told her, and just at that moment she yawned.
"Yeah, not really," her voice said sleepily, and she shuffled closer to him to rest her head on his shoulder as a cushion. His breath hitched in his chest.
"Get some sleep," he whispered to her, but her slowing breaths told him she as already there. With great effort not to disturb her, his arm reached round her shoulders, where it stayed.
It wasn't long before his eyes drifted to a close, his brain telling him to shut down at a time when he shouldn't.
...
Click.
Anya's eyes drifted open slowly, sleepily, not quite sure what had woken her. Her eyes were unfocused, only seeing black for a second, before they cleared.
They fixed on something ahead...something close.
"Reid?" she whispered, but the man was beneath her shoulder, raising and falling with each calm breath. Her eyes went back to the area directly ahead, a pair of legs. She raised her eyes, her pulse rapid and her lungs short of air.
"Aiden," her trembling lips formed, but no sound came out. The look in his eyes made her sure of his intent, darkly set behind the gun, pointed right at the pair on the sofa.