You'll Never Be Whole Until You Lose Control- Spencer Reid

Chapter 34:

"If my man was fighting

Some unholy war

I would be behind him

Straight sup beside him

With strength he didn't know

It's you I'm fighting for

He can't lose with me in tow

I refuse to let him go

At his side and drunk on pride

We wait for the blow"- Some Unholy War, Amy Winehouse

Chapter summary: Spencer and Anna face off with Cat Adams.

Anna

And that's how I found myself sitting across from Cat Adams. A serial killer. The person I hated most in the world.

To be honest, I wasn't that intimidated by her. Spencer may have felt like she was the greatest evil I had ever seen, but she just seemed like a sad and desperately fucked up person to me. Her energy was that of a black hole, sucking every ray of hope and sunshine into oblivion. I could almost pity her. Almost.

You know, if she wasn't hellbent on destroying the man I loved.

I was just glad that I had slipped a piece of Labradorite into Spencer's coat pocket before leaving his apartment.

She eyed me differently than she did Spencer; with him it was all about making him powerless. Stripping him down to absolutely nothing. With me, it was just pure and unadulterated hatred.

The feeling was mutual.

I clung to Spencer's hand that rested on the table between us for dear life. I was strong for him. He looked like every breath he took was painful as we sat there; like she was a literal thorn in his side. I just wanted to wrap him in my arms and promise him everything would be okay; that she couldn't hurt him any more. I hated seeing him this way. It broke my heart piece by piece. He nursed his wounds like a starved animal.

"So you're the bitch that is foolish enough to get involved with Spencie," she said, arms folded as she looked me up and down. "I'm underwhelmed. I expected more."

I swallowed hard, unafraid and bold. "I could say the same about you."

"What's your name?"

"Anna."

"How old are you-"

"You don't have to answer that. Will you just tell her about the case, Cat?" Spencer interjected.

"I'm pretty sure I was talking to Anna, not you. Do you always make the decisions for her?" She cocked her head to the side.

"No, because unlike you, I would never force her to do something she didn't want to do."

She laughed, "dont be the boy who cried rape, Spencie. It's not a good look." Then she looked back at me. If looks could kill like her token .45 millimeter, I would have been dead.

But then so would she, and that would have been a blessing.

"Do you know what he did in prison?" She asked.

"Yes."

"And you're still with him? What, are you stupid?"

"No," Spencer growled.

"Did I hit a never there, Spencie? To be honest, I think you're too good for him," she said.

"Spencerand I have no secrets. I know about what he did just to survive." I rubbed my thumb over his hand soothingly.