Classified light- a criminal minds fan fiction

Back to you (2)

Cameron was mid bite of a spoonful of jelly in line at the cafeteria when the gunshot went off.

She was mid bandaging a victim's leg who she had dragged behind one of the tables to hide with when the gun was held to her head and she was commanded to stand up.

She was complying when the gun moved to the last victim's head and shot.

And now she was hiding in a supply closet as the prison guard who had stolen the security guard's gun was hunting her, calling her name, searching for her.

She didn't understand how he knew her name, why he was trying to find her what he wanted- but she knew not to give into her urges to just comply so he wouldn't hurt anyone, she could hear Hotch's voice in her head telling her that was a stupid thing to do, that she just had to think.

She tried to force herself to stop crying, furious at herself for being so emotional like usual, so fuelled by fear like she hadn't seen the worst of the world.

But she still cried.

She was still scared.

No matter how many cases she was on, no matter how much bad she saw, no matter how much pain she herself had been through and survived- she was still scared.

She was still that little girl who was scared of everything, of everyone, so consumed by something that she didn't know back then was overwhelming anxiety that she just broke down crying.

Cameron covered her mouth to silence her cries just like she did as a child, like she did when she was hiding from the Prince in the wardrobes, like she did now as she hid in the closet of the hospital, feeling foolish of herself all the more.

She was a high up agent in the FBI, she had spoken to congressmen and women like peers just an hour ago down the phone, she was supposed to be able to organise and entire unit and keep calm, she had just saved her partner's life hours before, she had dug a bullet out of his chest and kept him alive all by herself- and here she was now sobbing in a closet with an overwhelming fear of a man in a hospital gown finding her.

She was still just Cameron, and that didn't seem like a good thing to her.

She was paralysed with fear, unable to think rationally and grab her phone from her pocket to call for backup, to call for help.

Logically she knew she should, she knew she should barricade the door or snap a mop in half to at least have a weapon- that's what an agent would do.

But she wasn't an agent, she never really had be.

'That's not a bad thing.'

Hotch's words coddled her in her mind, they soothed her and tried to stop her heart pounding its way out of her chest but she still couldn't breathe, she couldn't think.

Suddenly she felt her breath automatically catch and hold itself even before she heard the footsteps outside of the door, like her body already knew what to do from years of hiding from the Prince in the palace when he made her run and hide so he could hunt her down for his own amusement.

Her hand covered her mouth tighter, even her tears seemed to freeze on her face.

She had to be frozen now, she had to be so scared that she couldn't move- if she did, he would get her.

She watched the feet from under the door, the same that she had seen on the prison guard in the cafeteria when he started shooting.

He had found her.