Fallen

Chapter 4

Two months had passed since the murder of my family. Since the rock being thrown through my window there had been no new leads and the case was on its way to turning cold. The BAU had gone back to Quantico and were working new cases. I'd stopped living out of hotels and gotten into contact with my relatives in London and they'd banded together to send me enough money to get my own apartment. Penelope had helped me ever so slightly alter my appearance. My previously pink locks were now my natural dark brown again. I'd switched my reading glasses out for disposable contacts and changed up my wardrobe. Penelope had had far too much fun helping me clear out my ratty old jeans and worn shoes and replacing them with brightly coloured skirts and dresses. Secretly, I'd kept hold of a lot of my old clothes for when I wasn't leaving the apartment. They brought me comfort.

Today was one of the days where I craved the comfort my old things brought me. I'd pulled on a pair of old leggings with holes from constant wear and an old Freddy Krueger T-shirt. With no plans to leave my apartment, I crawled back into my bed and began my daily google search.

"Spencer Reid." I muttered to myself. I looked him up everyday just to check nothing had happened to him. We spoke once a week, it was difficult to try and speak anymore than that with him constantly travelling. I wasn't sure why I felt the need to search him up so often. Maybe I just liked to know he wasn't in danger on the days we didn't call. I knew his job was full of potential threats and he had his team with him to help keep him safe but I hated the idea of him tracking down serial killers, rapists and arsonists everyday.

My google search came up the same way it always did. His FBI photo, lectures he'd taken part in and media reports on murders and other violent crimes. It filled me with relief to see nothing new had popped up although I knew if something had happened Penelope would tell me. She and I had remained close friends and often invited me on girls nights with Emily and JJ. A couple of times I'd accepted their invitations and we'd all enjoyed ourselves but leaving my home environment always filled me with so much anxiety that it often clouded my enjoyment of things.

My day was uneventful but pretty much followed my now normal routine. I aimlessly scrolled through social media for a couple of hours, attempted to bake some bread but gave up after I accidentally added too much salt. I'd taken Emily's advice and bought a cat to keep me company. Donnie was my new best friend. He was a beautiful grey colour with bright green eyes and was hugely affectionate. Donnie and I lounged on the couch watching reruns of reality tv before the sun started to set outside and I decided it was time to make dinner. I opened my cupboards and groaned when I realised they were practically empty. The fridge was in the same state so instead of cooking, I poured a bowl of cereal and sat on the couch with that instead. It was a sad truth that my days practically revolved around walking to and from my couch.

My cell phone shook me from my thoughts. It vibrated next to me and I picked it up without hesitation.

"Hello?" I answered.

"Hey it's me." A familiar voice replied. A grin formed on my lips.

"Spence. It's so good to hear from you! I thought you were away still? How are things going?"

"Great actually. We solved the serial rapist case in DC. It took us four days but we got him."

"That's great Spence." I shuddered. Thinking about the type of people he dealt with on an almost daily basis also made me feel uneasy.

"Are you okay? Something just happened."

"I'm fine, I just get a bit uneasy hearing about the stuff you guys get up to. I don't like the thought of you guys getting hurt." I admitted. "Hey, I miss you Spence."

"Actually, you might not need to miss me anymore. Open the front door."

Confused, I did as I was told and almost crumpled to my knees when I saw the tall dark haired man in front of me.