𝓭𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓭 ➵ 𝓼. 𝓻𝓮𝓲𝓭

Chapter 6: How Can I Help You Hotness?

EVER SINCE THE entire team (including Garcia who watched from her office) had viewed the video sent from your father announcing your death in the near-future, you hadn't stopped picking at your fingers and avoiding people the best you could.

After the video had ended, you had left the room abruptly, leaving many very confused and concerned friends behind. You hadn't stopped walking until you reached the fresh air of outside, sighing deeply and leaning your head against the brick wall. You know you probably shouldn't be in a public space without protection when you basically have a target on your back, but you'd be damned before having to limit your life once again because of your father and his actions.

"Y/n."

The sound of a voice makes you jump, your heart beginning to beat faster until your eyes land upon Reid at your side, watching you carefully.

"Uh...I'm fine, you don't need to ask. I'm fine."

Reid lets out a short breathy laugh as he leans against the wall, his shoulder making contact with your own, "You sound it."

"I am fine, Reid."

He raises his eyebrows before shaking his head, "If I had just found out that a family member wanted me dead, I wouldn't be fine."

"He's not a family member. Not to me," you pause, "Plus you're...you. You wouldn't be fine, but I am."

"First off, I'll ignore that petty insult. Come on Y/n, you can do better than that." He mocks, raising a brow.

You let out a breathy laugh that is obviously fake, and you don't attempt to hide that. Spencer goes to open his mouth but is cut off when your phone dings in your pocket, you pull it out and look at the different notifications on the screen. There are many, many missed calls and unanswered texts from Garcia that you haven't gotten round to answering, a slightly concerned for your safety message from Hotch, and the most recent text that doesn't seem to be from anyone familiar. It's the same number from the person you'd assumed to be from an old college friend, but the words you see on your screen say differently.

'Unknown
He has nice hair.'

You gulp harshly and tighten your grip around the phone, scared that if you don't it'll slip from your grasp with the sweat that builds in your palms. The message is undoubtedly referring to Reid who is eyeing your screen, trying to see what has caused such a reaction from you. You tilt it away from him, not wanting to give your father who you assume to be watching you the satisfaction of fear.

Then, your phone pings again.

'Unknown
Send him inside. Get him away.'

You read the words over and over, biting your lip indecisively. If your father wanted you dead immediately with no games, you would be by now, considering you're guessing he can see both you and Reid from where he is watching.

"Y/n, what's going-"

"You should go inside." You cut him off, lowing your phone at your side as your hand begins to shake. When you see the reluctance in your eyes when they meet yours, he spies the fear on your face. You know you'll have to plead for him to listen to you, so you swallow and widen your eyes, "Please."

His brows furrow and you think he might follow your instruction, but he instead looks down at the phone that is beginning to slip from your hand. You bring it up to your chest and sigh, closing your eyes momentarily before they reopen and land upon a Reid who seems to be understanding that something is going on.

After a few seconds, the phone pings for the final time.

'Unknown
Don't say I didn't warn you.'