Endurance

Chapter 5 - Imprisoned

Authors note: Okay so thanks to anyone who has read so far, I'm glad you're enjoying this! Just to clarify, I'm only on season 9 of criminal minds so i don't know as much about everyone and everything as I should. I'm on criminal minds tik tok, so i have had my fair share of spoilers. I do know that Reid goes to prison in season 12 but I'm not there yet. So if anything that happens to Reid in the next chapters in prison is the same as what happens to him in prison in season 12, it isn't copying because I didn't know it was going to happen. Thanks for reading :).

The cop that was driving grabs me and lifts me out of the car; let's just say he wasn't very gentle.

The other cop walks around the car and grabs the other side of me.

"Hey I can walk myself! Don't man handle me." I snapped at them.

They each had a firm grip on both of my arms but let off a little. The cop who had the newspaper opened the door. I looked at his name tag and it read 'Officer Gibson'. I glanced over at the other cop and his read 'Officer Murphy'.

They jerked me through the doors and to the front desk.
The walls were a whitish gray color and the floor was tiled. There were chairs lined down the hallway and then there was a door that was blacked out. I gulped.

"Name please." The person at the front desk asked.

I didn't respond at first because i was zoned out in my thoughts. It was Officer Gibsons nudge that woke me out of it.

"Uh, it's um, Spencer Reid." I actually didn't feel conformable saying my name because now the two officers know it. I've done my fair share of stalking and looking up facts on what's going on with the criminals my team and I have locked up, and now these two can do the same to me.

The look on her face was not very good when she looked me up. "Upstairs or downstairs cells?" She asked the officers.

The officer shared the same look. "Downstairs." They said at the same time. I could tell they both had mischievous looks on their faces because I was frantically looking back and forth at them.

"Downstairs? Isn't that the less nice jail cells?" I panicked. "I'm with the FBI, I deserve to be in the nicest cells there are!" I could hear my voice getting higher pitched the more I spoke.

The officers chuckled and the front desk person joined them.

"You're not with the FBI anymore, boy." Officer Gibson laughed.

"Could you take him to E19?" The front desk person asked and the officers nodded.

"Gladly." Officer Murphy responded.

They pushed me a bit to start walking to the door. I stumbled a little bit which was embarrassing. It made me feel like I had no control over myself at all. I'm a tall guy, so I'm usually looking down at people, but right now I felt the opposite. I felt like the shortest person out there next to these guys.

"Open the door." Officer Gibson demanded. "Oh wait...you can't." They both laughed.

I annoyingly looked away and tried to hide in my rage. This guy will do anything to refer to the fact that I'm restrained. I wanted to punch him so bad, but like he said...I can't.

When they finally got over themselves and opened the door, I looked off the balcony we were on and down at all the prisoners at the lunch tables. They were the round ones and there were so many people. It was really open down there. On the floor I was on, there were hallways down the other way with cells. Each hallway was labeled 'A', 'B', and so on. Each cell had a number on it. No one was in their cells because they were all down in the lunch room. The stairs were right next to the balcony I was looking at.

They took me into the room behind us that was right next to where the hallways started.

"What are you doing? Where are we going?" I chirped. It's annoying me how high pitched I've been saying things.

They ignored me. I hate it when they do that.

The room had showers and stalls. It wasn't quite like a bathroom or a locker room though. There were concrete floors and a sewer near the middle of the room.

"Take a shower and change into your jumpsuit. We'll be right out here and if you try anything, you're dead." Officer Murphy said in a threatening tone and unhand cuffed me.

I brushed hands up my arms and shook my wrists around. It felt so good to be out of those handcuffs.

After showering in the disgusting showers and changing into a bright orange jumpsuit, I headed back out the doors. Now I really felt like a criminal. I never knew simply wearing a jumpsuit could have this great of an effect on me.

"Turn around." They said to me.

"What?" I wasn't processing words as fast as I had hoped because the next thing I knew was I got slammed into the wall and my arms were yanked behind my back.

"Ow." I groaned as Officer Gibson put the handcuffs right back on me.

My face was smushed against the dirty wall. D@mn he's strong.

He turned me back around and they led me down the stairs.

All of the prisoner's focus was on me as the officers walked me to my cell. Whispering and stares were happening. They all looked so dangerous. Multiple had tattoos. I was super intimidated but tried not to show it.

The officers led me down the 'E' lane until we got to number 19. The cell was super tiny. There was no bunk which meant I luckily didn't have to share the tiny room with anyone. The floor was the ugliest brown-grey color I've ever set my eyes on. The walls were white And the cells door had the bars and a little opening for when people let their hands out. They opened the cell door and gave me a little shove so I would stumble in there.

"Wait but shouldn't I be out in the cafeteria with everyone else?" I asked them.

They didn't respond and they reached for they're key to lock the door.

"You also forgot to take off my handcuffs. There's no need for them since I'm in here."

They still didn't reply. Officer Gibson proceeded to lock the door.

"You have to take these off of me! The next time someone will get to take these off of me will probably tomorrow in the morning! How am I supposed to sleep with these on?" I exclaimed. I hated these godd@mn things so much I'd do anything to get them off right now. "Can you please just open up the door and take them off? They're hurting my wrists."

They tried to hold in their laughter as they finished locking the door.

"Wait! Please! Just take them off!" I begged. "Please!!"

Officer Murphy took off and Officer Gibson followed after making a mischievous smile with a wave to provoke me.

After they disappeared from my view, I slumped down on my bed and tried to hold in the tears. But then I realized there was no point. Everyone's on their lunch break but me so no one would even hear me if I cried.

With that thought, tears ran down my eyes as I started to sob.