Classified light- a criminal minds fan fiction

Unspoken anger

Cameron wasn't a violent person, in fact she hated it violence and didn't understand how people resorted to it as a way to get out their frustration- and yet she punched.

She was breathless and felt her body burning up- she still punched.

She felt like her body would collapse any moment- she punched again.

The fear stung her body all over- she punched harder.

The empty gym of the FBI building rang out with her hits of the punching bags, her knuckles bruised and bleeding from not taping them up or wearing gloves.

Her tears mixed with her sweat as she hit over and over again, anything to get away from the fear crawling over her skin and making her feel so weak as she recounted those words on the note she had found the night before.

I have a deal to keep

Punch.

I'm coming to bring him back to you

Punch.

You pathetic creature

Cameron screamed as she punched again, her own blood splattering back at her from her knuckles before she dropped to the floor and let her tears fully take over.

She had been there all night, she didn't know where else to go, she didn't know what else to do.

She knew that she was safe, she knew that Zara wasn't there because of the knocking on the door- a knock she knew welll Carlos's knock.

He had searched for who it was who had kidnapped and beaten him when he tried to return Radomir's ashes to Russia and found out it was Zara who was sending people to gather anyone who knew where Cameron might be.

Carlos had found the note in her luggage as she slept that day and taken it, going to follow the lead and figuring out that Zara was searching for her.

He dropped off the note to inform her but couldn't stay long in case someone saw him so he left a voicemail explaining it from a payphone miles away, along with saying he was going into hiding and faking his death once again so that Zara didn't follow him to get to Cameron.

He had always disliked Zara, so cold, so ruthless, so empty even as a child.

And now he understood how cold she could be, sending assassins to track Cameron down so she could bring her back to that man and keep her ruthless deal in tact so she could keep her power.

Cameron knew that she was safe in this moment when she heard Carlos's voicemail that told her it wasn't Zara who left the note outside her door thankfully, but a fear quickened when she remembered that it had been left by Zara or one of her associates in her hotel luggage so she must be close.

She stood frozen in her apartment for a while before she grabbed her bag, some clothes and left.

She almost got on the train, she almost left for good again.

But she couldn't.

Something anchored her to the platform as the train left without her, no, not something- someone.

Cameron almost went to Hotch's apartment, to tell him it all, to ask for his help and cry in his arms like she wanted to.

But she couldn't let herself do that either.

Zara had become more ruthless in her ambassador position from what Cameron had heard, more powerful, more deadly.

She wouldn't let her sister's cruelty hurt him, she wouldn't let her use him to hurt Cameron the way she knew Zara was trying to find anyone to do it.