𝓭𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓭 ➵ 𝓼. 𝓻𝓮𝓲𝓭

Chapter 8: Room 107

AFTER A LONG and mainly silent drive to a place unknown to you, Emily parks the car and turns off the engine.

"What is this place?" You question as you step out of the SUV.

"Abandoned motel. Don't ask." She answers, walking around the car and meeting you at your side as you both enter a door with the numbers '107' written on it.

She allows you to enter first before closing the door behind you both, and the musty smell is the first thing you notice. The room is pitch black - you can't see a single thing.

You stand still in fear that you'll trip over something if you try to move, so you just wait for Emily to find the light switch. You can hear her scurrying around close to the door, and when you feel two hands grip your forearm, fear starts to build.

"Y/n, it's me!"

Just after the voice stops, the light flickers on and shines down on the concerned face of Reid, towering over you and a cut on his cheek.

You look around as your heart returns to a regular speed, spying the entire team scattered throughout the room. Garcia is there in spirit, undoubtedly the person Morgan is on the phone to as he leans in the doorway of the bathroom. Hotch is on the phone on the other side of the room, probably talking to his own boss. Rossi and JJ are conversing, both sat on single beds that lay opposite each other.

You return to your eyes to Spencer who still holds your arms, and you bring your attention to the cut on his face.

"What hap-"

"I'm fine." He smiles, taking a step back.

You attempt to inquire more about his injury, but before you can even open your mouth, Morgan walks over to you and holds out the phone.

"She won't accept that you're safe until she hears your voice." He jokingly scoffs, and you take the phone gratefully before turning around and heading to walk out the door.

Emily has unintentionally drawn Spencer's attention away from you, so no one notices you slip out and pace around outside.

You bring the phone to your ear and hear Garcia's concerned voice on the other end.

"Y/n you better tell me that you're safe or I will fly out there and-"

"I'm fine Penelope. It's the rest of the team I'm concerned about." You admit, walking around the pavement that leads you past every single other door in the motel, each step straying you further and further from Room 107.

"It shouldn't be. They're concerned about you, I'm concerned about you. Your serial killer psycho dad is trying to kill you."

"Thank you for keeping it real, Garcia," you laugh, hearing a small apology from the other end, "Besides, I'm hoping we can catch him and figure out his endgame before anything else happens."

"We know his endgame though, Y/n. He's made it perfectly clear."

"I know...remind me again."

"Y/n...you're his endgame."

You stop your walk for a moment, releasing a sigh and lowering your head. What Garcia has told you was already known information, but hearing someone say it is the complete opposite of comforting, it's more like someone telling you your death is in the near-future, and you completely believe that your father won't rest until his endgame is completed.

"Y/n? Are you there?"

"Yeah sorry, Garcia," you reply, continuing your walk, "I was just thinking."