my dear delilah - criminal minds

desire

{TW mention of blood}

After the exhausting evening, Spencer decides to take Delilah to the authentic bar across the street.

His thoughts mixed and scattered due to the tremendous secret Delilah has revealed.

Arriving there, Delilah breaks the silence.

"I am sorry I didn't tell you Spencer. I just like the fact you don't view me pitifully and I didn't want that to change. Now I look in your eyes and all I can see is your ache and sympathy."her volume becoming louder and more distressed.

Spencer's hazel eyes attempt to meet hers however she dodges his view.

Grabbing her arms, gazing into her glistening ocean eyes, meanfullingly clarifying

"Allison. I don't feel pity for you. I understand how you feel. Losing someone you love is a thing you can never fully move past."

Tugging her arms away, she reacts infuriatingly to Spencer's comment.

"You don't understand me. You never will and neither will anyone else. My life is more of a whirlwind than you can even begin to comprehend. You don't know me or what i'm capable of."

She begins to focus on the whiskey bottle in front of her, drowning her sorrows.

Spencer attempts to gain the bartender's attention as Delilah becomes partially intoxicated.

Slurring her words, she apologises "I'm sorry. Will you dance with me? I've never danced before."

Spencer awkwardly replies " Sorry I don't know how to dance. I know the science behind it and the footsteps but I have two left feet."

Dragging him off the chair, Spencer's face beamed as he spun her around ; their dancing perfecting syncing.

Delilah's silky brunette hair spinning in the air as she stumbles around the bar.

Lightheadedness causes Delilah to fall to her feet. Euphoria filling Delilah's face causing Spencer to grin.

Gripping her hand tightly, he pulls her up off the ground.

"I think it's time we got back Allison." he replies slightly seriously now realising the extent of Delilah's intoxication.

Walking back, Delilah disregards the sight of her and Spencer's hands colliding.

However, Spencer's awareness causes confusion and overwhelms him.

No matter how many signs he had received from Delilah tonight, he couldn't take them into account as she was too drunk.

Pushing open the rusty elevator, Spencer holds Delilah up attempting to keep her awake and conscious

"Drinking a lot over a long time or too much on a single occasion can damage the heart. It probably doesn't help your anxiety or your nightmares. You should try slowing down."

Melting her hands on the sides of Spencer's neck, she fondly becomes lost in his eyes

"You shouldn't worry about me. I'm not that interesting or appealing. On the other hand, you. You're different. Complicated."

"How am i complicated?" Spencer asks, nervous of her response.

Her shadow leaning in closer " I mean you're not complicated in a sense. I know I get you but certain things you do I just don't understand."

Stepping in intimately facing Spencer she continues

"You hate me then you show compassion. But the connection isn't invisible. It's inevitable. I may be drunk but I can still profile you Dr Reid."

The tension becoming unbearable and dazing Spencer.

A glimmer of pure lust consumes them; the only thing standing in the way was that lingering anticipation that failed to disappear.

A glow covers her face and a flutter occurs in her stomach.

Delilah leans forward blushing ; her lips endeavouring to collide with his.

Time standing still as they crave each other's presence. An instant connection that fails to be broken. As if they have evermore known one another.

Yet, even though Spencer felt as if the gravity between their lips were inescapable, the smell of strong liquor overpowers him causing him to retreat abruptly. Using a slight force to drive her away from the possibility of them ever becoming more.

Spencer's heart beating vigorously in his chest and Delilah's being ripped out by his reaction.

"Allison, y-you're blackout drunk.This is a mistake. I'm not the person for you. I'm sorry." Spencer stammers with instant regret knowing he is in fact infatuated with her.

Delilah's eyes become dull and lifeless as Spencer separates their touch altogether. A sense of embarrassment and disappointment reigns over her as she had just been deceived by the one person she has ever fully relied on.

Her chest tightening with frustration, "Well thank you for making it clear that I'm not enough for you and that I am wasting my time."

Apologising, Spencer attempts to gain her attention.

"It's not you Allison. I promise.I just- "

However, Delilah interrupts him maliciously, rejecting his explanation.

"What you say no longer matters to me because you don't care about what I have to say." she slurs as she unlocks her door slamming it behind her.

Attempting to shut off her emotions and her feelings for Spencer.

Spencer then departing the other way with concern and uneasiness from the situation.

Elsewhere, Elias and the Young Believers were arriving in Washington (one of their many camps set up in America.)

Pasty white walls fill the decrepit church ; echoes of the past haunt them.

A lengthy meeting taking place inside with a large number of people sitting around an arched table.

However, Delilah's knowledge of the cult is limited. There is much more to it than that. Things she never found or figured out.

A panel of the most powerful cults which meet once a year to discuss their security and their methods.

Elias being the head of them all.

"Hello everyone. I'm glad you're all here as I have an announcement to make. The plan to create the world's most infamous cult is underway. Law enforcement will be unable to stop us due to our strength in size."

Another cult leader replying with a smirk " I don't think that's true Elias."

Elias bitterly tilts his head. "Excuse me, who do you think you are telling me what and won't happen? I have been planning this for years. I know what I'm doing."

Laughing in response "You don't know? You are a joke Elias. You think you're better than everyone else when in reality you're not a leader. You are frightened of the law and of death."

Heads nod towards the lower cult leader in agreement.

Frustrated, Elias screams at him while clutching a pointed knife 

"What don't I know then?"

"TELL ME."

"I would like to know what made you embarrass me infront of everyone."

Replying with a whisper "Your daughter is working for the FBI."

Not believing his ears he demands "Repeat that NOW." as he arrogantly walks up behind him.

"You're daughter is here. In America. She's working for the FBI. My sources told me."

Pulling out the knife, he slices it harsly across his neck with outrage.

Blood splattering over them "Do you want to be next? I suggest you find that disgusting traitor and her location. I will deal with her."