Fingertips | Spencer Reid

Chapter 60

Chapter 60

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QUESTION OF THE CHAPTER: What's one skill that people are usually born with that you wish you had?

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-Thaleia Blair-

My head was hurting, like- really bad. It felt like a bunch of elephants were bowling inside of it.

I couldn't feel my body, unlike my head; was I sitting on the floor? On a chair? Was I laying somewhere soft? Hard? No idea.

Messing up the last shot of the winning bowling team, I rolled my head to the side. And I must have made those elephants angry, because they started banging their huge ass feet everywhere. Were those even called feet? Paws? Legs? –

"Hey" someone interrupted the thoughts -and elephants- running through my head "Are you awake?" they whispered.

I managed to open my eyes. It was pretty dark, the only light coming from a few skylights above, all on the same side of the room. They were pretty small, the length of my forearm, maybe. I highly doubt they could be opened.

"Hey" the person spoke again. I turned in their direction: it was a girl. She was probably around her 20's, brown hair that reached just below her ears and bright blue eyes: the Unsub's type.

What the hell happened?

I pushed her away from me with the little force I had -it really wasn't much anyway- and tried standing up. Tried. My head started spinning, making me dizzy and lose balance. I didn't have anything to hold on to, but as I was falling, the girl wrapped her arms around me, preventing me from hitting the floor.

"Take it easy" she set me down on a sitting position "What's your name?"

"Fuck off" the girl flinched at my tone "You're invading my personal space, step back" and she did, looking at me with weary eyes.

"I-I'm sorry. I just wanted to make sure you were okay..."

I lifted my eyes from the floor, looking around to see if I recognised anything: we were definitely in a basement -typical-, but it wasn't the usual basement you'd find in a house surrounded by white picket fences. This one seemed to belong to some sort of rustic house, like the kind you see in a cabin lost in the woods.

I had a fair knowledge of basements... unfortunately all from experience.

There weren't many things around: a few blankets and a couple of pillows, chains attached to wooden posts that worked as pillars, a first aid kit almost empty and three posters on the wall. They were those type of posters with a cat on a tree and the words 'Hang in there'. What a cruel joke, made to torture the victims he kept here psychologically.

Based on the words that left the girl's mouth, she probably thought I was looking for a way out "I've looked everywhere... The only exit is a trap door on the floor over there" she pointed behind me. Huh... I had not seen that "That's how he comes in and out" the Unsub...

"How long have I been here?" I asked her.

"He brought you in last night" last night... where was I yesterday?

"Okay..." I spoke to myself "Yesterday... I spent the night at the station, Morgan and Emily complained about the coffee, Hotch told Spencer to talk with me because I was angry, then Rossi..." I tried going over all of the steps "Rossi and I went to speak with people in that neighbourhood... What next?"

The girl just sat there, looking at me as if she were expecting something.

"What's your name?" I asked the same thing she had a few minutes ago.