A year after prison, a jaded Spencer Reid takes on a special assignment at Emily's request... to babysit Finn Doyle's ex-girlfriend while the BAU hunts for him. He doesn't want to do it, nor does he want to be solely responsible for her safety. When...
Summary: You remember a night when Lauren promised to protect you. Later, you show Spencer the First Editions from your shipment
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You winced as Lauren pressed a hand towel wrapped up with ice against your cheek. She made a sympathetic noise while she held you still by your jaw.
"Where else did he hit you?" she asked quietly.
Sitting on the edge of the large bathtub in the suite you shared with Finn, you shivered and sniffled in shame. For the last two months you'd been confined to the suite, Finn being your only company, but after this last round of anger he'd had her come patch you up.
"I'm okay."
"That's not what I asked," Lauren muttered, releasing you. You curled up on the side of the tub, pulling your knees to your chest as you tried to hold back tears while she filled it with bubbles and hot water.
Since being brought back to Italy six months ago, Finn kept you confined either to the suite or the compound. After a particularly bad night when he decided one of Ian's henchmen was paying too much attention to you, he'd flown off the handle and hurt you pretty badly.
Lauren was brought in again to clean you up and make sure you weren't in need of a hospital, and since then you were kept to the corridor of rooms, left to wander and gaze longingly out the windows while you tried to keep your sanity intact.
Tonight Finn came home drunk and probably high on something, the scent of other women's perfume and whatever bar they had gone to wafting from him. He'd found you bored and playing with makeup to pass the time in lieu of reading for once, and completely lost it.
"You plannin' on goin' somewhere, bunny?" he asked dangerously when he caught you perched on the vanity seat fanning out some eyeshadow.
"N-no," you'd insisted, your eyes going wide and fearful, "I was just messing around with it, baby."
His fist had flashed out before you really knew what hit you, and by this point you really should have known better... or at least known it was coming. It rained down again and again as you were pushed into the vanity table, makeup brushes and luxury bottles of foundation and perfume clattering along the glass surface.
You woke up sometime later in the bed, with Finn standing at the end while Lauren checked you over. His fists were bloody and his knuckles cracked, your face already achingly swollen and sore.
"One of these days you won't live like this anymore," Lauren whispered, testing the filled water with her hands and fluffing up the bubbles. "Just hang on for me, okay?"
You watched her warily, unsure and paranoid. Finn told you all the time he was always watching, he even knew you well enough to know what you were thinking. You couldn't trust Lauren... could you?
