Letters to Spencer Reid

27: the waiting game

Y/n is an idiot this chapter okay- I got bored & made her do something stupid
TW: kidnapping, abuse, drugging, possible sexual assault, & mentions of torture

"Y/N!" Spencer shouts lightly pushing you to wake up. Your eyes instantly open as your heart is pounding through your chest. "Oh thank god. I thought you were never going to wake up. Cmon, we're gonna be late." Spencer walks into the bathroom, you sit up slowly running a hand through your hair.

"Spencer? What was the last thing we said last night?" You ask dropping your legs over the side of the bed, trying to ease your breathing.

"We— we didn't talk last night," Spencer answers walking out from the bathroom. "You came straight into bed and fell asleep. We haven't talked since we last ate breakfast." He walks over to your bag picking out an outfit for you.

"You didn't say anything to me?" You ask finally standing up from the bed, the cold wood floor against your feet. He lays the clothes out on the bed before looking at you raising his eyebrow.

"No? Why did you dream that I did?" He asks closing the closet door.

"I uh— I'm not really sure how to answer that." You reply chuckling lightly picking up the clothes stepping into the bathroom. You began to get undressed placing on the new clothes, occasionally looking in the mirror making sure everything looks okay.

"Why can't you answer?" Spencer asks just as you step out.

"Because. I can't. Just like you couldn't tell me what was in your dream." You hesitate walking over to your phone checking for any messages.

"I said something to you, didn't I?" He asks biting his bottom lip and folding his arms. "I said something that made you uncomfortable."

"One, stop profiling me. And two, yes; you are correct." You practically run out the bedroom door attempting to avoid any further deliberation. Of course, Spencer doesn't take this for an answer, grabbing your wrist before you can make it to the front door.

"What did I say in the dream?" He asks staring deep into your eyes, still keeping his hold tight on your wrist as you sigh.

"You said I was the most beautiful girl you'd ever met," you respond quietly avoiding eye contact. He lets go of your wrist and backs away ever so slightly as to not disrupt any further thoughts. "You also said you love me; that you're in love with me."

"Oh—" He turns around walking into the kitchen giving you the chance to run. That's exactly what you do. You dart out the front door, completely forgetting your gun and badge, not even caring but hoping to get far enough away.

Rushing out the front door of the apartment building, you sit on a bench outside holding back any emotions that may appear. You close your eyes for a moment biting your bottom lip, hoping to think of a way out of this; there is no way out. Out of nowhere a sharp pain hits your neck, forcing you to put pressure on the area, instantaneously starting to feel lightheaded. You palm your forehead beginning to lose all vision.

What the fuck?

A man comes up behind you. "Right about now," he whispers in your ear placing his arm around your waist; you try to pull away. "You should start feeling a bit queasy. And if I gave you the right dosage, you'll be out in seconds." He was right. After a few seconds of trying to look around searching for the gun you never managed to grab, your vision goes black.

Your last thought was him.

Hearing voices in and out, you try opening your eyes, but your vision is still completely compromised. Thankfully, you have a high tolerance to medication; most medicine needs to have a higher dose, but he didn't know that. Feeling around, there's metal and some sort of felt all around you.