Different Paths

2. "...Twenty-Four"

"How do you mean? How were you pushed away?"

"Haven't you ever had the feeling of being pushed away? Of diminishing little by little every single goddamn day?"

"Well of course, everyone has."

"You'd never understand, Love."

"Love?" She questions.

"I'm sorry, would you like me to call you my little bitch instead?" I say in response.

"I'd rather you stay professional."

"You're no fun. You should bring out Derek, he was a whole lot of fun," I say in a sultry tone.

"As you wish," the black-haired woman said before promptly leaving the room.

I'm assuming they wanted me to sweat out some more because it was about thirty minutes before Derek came into the room.

"Well, well, well, look who decided to join the party. Maybe we could have some of our own, I'm already in cuffs," I say holding up my hands to make the chains clink while giving him a wink.

"Maybe not," he said sternly.

"Oh come on, you weren't opposed when my tits were in your face, or when you slipped me some tongue, or-"

"That was before I knew why kind of person you are," he said interrupting me.

"Interrupting me is very rude Agent Morgan, maybe you need some punishment."

"Let's be real here, the only one getting punishment is you, you're the one who committed twenty-four murders."

"Only if the punishment is from you, of course," I say eyeing him up and down.

"In your dreams, Y/N."

"Especially in the wet ones," I say with a growing smirk.

"When're you going to get it through your head that this isn't a game?? You've absolutely ruined your life, you're going straight to prison," he said with a raised voice.

"Well at least I had fun while it lasted."

Derek rolled his eyes and walked out. What a bummer. I knew that going to prison was the inevitable, so why not have as much fun as I could, make it worthwhile you know?

No one else came in to question me, while waiting I fell asleep on the table. Eventually Aaron came back into the room which woke me up.

"Get up."

"Alright, alright, I'm up," I say in a tired voice.

"We can't hold you here anymore, you're being transferred into an all-women's prison."

"When?"

"Now. The guards are going to come in and bring you over there."

"Do I at least get to say goodbye to my brother?"

"I thought you despised him?" He questioned.

"He's still my brother, we're blood related, just because Diana loved him more doesn't mean I hate him."

I mean, did I absolutely hate how he was as paraded around? How much praise he got? Yes. Always. But I've grown to learn that it wasn't his fault. Bits and pieces of memories of young Spencer Reid trying to get Diana to appreciate me more became more pronounced.