The Ghost of Princeton ||Spencer Reid||

truth

CRESSIDA

I blinked slowly as I tried to figure out where I was. The familiar room came into my vision, the bare walls and a well-locked door. The vault.

Last time I had been stuck in here I'd been so absolutely terrified I hadn't taken in any important information. Not that there was any identifiers in here to help with anything, which made me feel slightly better about that fact.

This time, however, I was ready... and feeling like I could throw up at any given moment.

"You're awake..." Cooper said as I slowly sat up on the makeshift cot he had made for me.

"What do you want with me?" I asked, not caring for the fact he was possibly trying to come across as nice. He had kidnapped my partner, threatened to kill him and then traded his life for mine. I was so severely out of patience, and I was about to make it Cooper's problem.

"Part two of the plan does not involve you asking what I want from you. It involves you figuring it out for yourself, since you're so intelligent it should be easy for you." It was hard to tell whether he was still infatuated with me or not. Whether the time alone in the wilderness had made his heart grow fonder or turned it sour.

"No hints?" I asked, he tilted his head to the side with a warning look in his eyes. Right. No hint then. I took a slow breath to try and ease the nausea, and maybe me closing my eyes was too much to be subtle with the feeling in my body.

"What's wrong?" It was almost as if he cared, as if he was actually worried about me.

"Nothing." I answered, because if he didn't know why I was feeling nauseous then I sure as hell wasn't about to tell him.

"You're really pale, well... more pale than usual." And that was how I knew his care for me wasn't true. Because Spencer never made jokes about how pale I was, never made me question whether I was attractive or intelligent or anything less than perfect. "You need some water?" I shook my head, shutting my eyes once more.

"Water won't help." I told him, dropping my head into my hands.

"Then what's wrong?" God, I really didn't have the patience for this shit today.

"Maybe my body doesn't agree with being held captive." I snapped, finally looking up at him to see the curious look in his eyes.

"No, you were never nauseous when we took you. You froze, you didn't speak for two weeks, only moved when you needed to... you never threw up or felt like you needed to. If this was to do with that you would just be freezing, not..." his eyebrows furrowed. "Oh."

"What?" I asked as he smirked. As he stood up and walked over to me.

"Don't tell me your little doctor got you pregnant, Cressida. I thought you were both too intelligent for that." He said, lowering himself to squat in front of me. His eyes lower than mine as he looked up at me, maybe it was a bid to make him a little less threatening. Maybe it would have worked if I was scared of him in the first place.

"Maybe it was intentional." I replied, he shook his head.

"No, that would be you rushing into something. You don't rush into things, you carefully plan them out and execute that plan without fault. It's how you got away from us, and it's why I know there is no way that this was what you intended to happen." He stood up, running a hand through his hair while he stared down at me. "How could you do this to me?"

"How the fuck does this have anything to do with you?" I shook my head, trying to figure out how he had so loosely connected my pregnancy with Spencer to himself.