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"What do you think it was, Agent Hotchner? Abuse. Trauma. Parental influence."
"No. I think you're just a cruel, evil, stone-cold bitch."
"And what about you Doctor Reid?"
"I think...you just wa...
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𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐥𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐫, an enigma, a name that lingered on the tongues of those she plucked out of a crowded room; those that she made feel special, desired. She was the best of the best; hand picked and manipulated into the perfect weapon: a smart, beautiful woman - for those who were superficial or gullible enough to fall victim to it at least.
Achlys Amor was the epitome of a stereotypical woman. The second she entered a room, it became hers. She was captivating; breathtakingly beautiful - gentle but glaringly obvious. Beauty that made others envious, that made her easy to dislike but impossible to hate. She was almost too much, it made her unnervingly untrustworthy. And she couldn't have that; not in her profession. So she was kind, always so kind. Until it wasn't needed anymore and then, in all her ugliness, she unveiled herself for who she really was.
She watched as he staggered onto the bus, his page bookmarked with his long, slender fingers, and his light leather satchel placed carelessly under his arm. Achlys blended effortlessly into the cramped body of people, deliberately retaining a comfortable distance from him. It was almost laughable, almost unbelievable, that a man of his stature and his intelligence - bordering on arrogance at times, was so...awkward.
She pinched the tip of her black leather glove in between her front teeth and pulled. With her newly free hand, that relished in the fresh air, she plucked the cash easily from the pocket of her long coat. Her focus remained subtly on him; watching as he weaved his skinny frame effortlessly through the crowd of people in the heart of the bus, until he collapsed clumsily into the middle of the seats on the back row.
She smiled subtly to herself. Her signature red lipstick clung to her lips tightly, concealing her secrets in plain sight. She'd seen worse and she'd had to 'work' with much, much worse.
"Thank you." She whispered sweetly, her accent peeking through just as it always did when she spoke mindlessly.
"My pleasure." The bus driver smirked disgustingly. He wasn't even hiding his disgrace.
She could feel the eyes of other men creeping over her. Her sexuality was something she used to her advantage, ultimately it was what kept her employed, but that was when it was hers, when she was in control, when she wanted to. Not when the wandering eyes of others were eavesdropping on a conversation they were desperate to see play out, just for their own gratification.
Achlys smiled politely but her eyes were disconnected and cold, callously breaking the facade of kindness.
"Your zipper is down. Adultery isn't a good look. And from what little I can see, I think your wife is disappointed enough already, don't you?"
Her lips played upwards in a satisfied smile, encouraged by the light chuckles of the surrounding women.
Once again, Achlys comfortably concealed herself in the horde of people; the majority of whom were 'business' men in suits, and amongst those there were three subtypes: those who were successful enough that a car would be a hindrance to them, those who were impersonating the first - their corporate jobs paid the bills, they could easily feign their wealth but beyond the superficial, they were just as poor as the third: those who had no choice but to take public transport.
But then there was him.
She knew everything about him, right down to his credit score (and that told her he didn't fit into any of those three subtypes), but he didn't even know her name.
His head was still buried in his book, entirely and blissfully unaware of his surroundings. Achlys smirked subtly,'Not good practise for an FBI agent.'. This was her moment. She could never explain how she knew when it was the 'right moment' for her to approach her prey; it just felt right.
Achlys waited for the bus to pull up at the next stop before she discreetly inched passed the crowd and towards the man. He didn't look like an FBI agent, he had no badge, no gun; he looked like a teacher, and an old professor at that. He looked tired. But then they always did; drained men were vulnerable, and vulnerable men were her oblivious clients.
Achlys Amor took a deep breath. They were the biggest job she'd ever had the displeasure of being assigned to.
"The magical mathematics of Quantum Physics."
A look of bewilderment and terrified confusion crossed his face. It was blatantly obvious he had no experience with women, at all.
"Sorry?" He whispered.
Achlys knew she intimited him, and she loved it. This feeling was one she revelled in; the first meeting, the start of the chase, it ignited something deep inside her every time.
"Your book." She nodded at the mind numbingly dull piece of literature he had grasped onto tightly. "'At a microscopic level, the world does not behave in the way that everyday objects have led us to regard as common sense.' I always liked Einstein. His hair was a bit distracting, but you know, he discovered the special theory of relativity, so I'll let it slide."
Achlys smiled warmly as his mouth hung agape. They stared at each other in silence, Achlys was trying to hide her growing nerves as she recognized her surroundings as the penultimate stop.
"Is it any good?"
"What?"
"The book." She laughed gently, he instinctively smiled at the sound.
"Oh. Uh, yeah, I've read it before, but every time I re-read it I pick up on the little things, nuances. Things I never noticed before, things I never really questioned, and then I feel compelled to read it again to answer those questions. I guess that's what makes a really good book. That and the fact that I always read when I'm anxious." He looked up at her; her curiosity looked genuine - in a way it was, but not with the book, with him. She impressed him, but he fascinated her.
"Sorry, I'm rambling. You don't even know me."
'And there it is.' Achlys used the knowing smile that had grown on her face to her advantage. He seemed kind, really kind, she almost felt bad for the world she was about to unwillingly subject him to.
"You could change that." She smiled seductively, looking at him from under her long, and obscenely false, eyelashes. Almost poetically, almost like she'd planned it, the bus pulled into the stop.
She knew, for certain, that she had him exactly where she needed him when he followed her down the entire length of the bus and paused when she did after they'd got off the vehicle.
"I'm Achlys. Achlys Amor. My apologies for the pretentiousness of my name, I didn't choose it."
They both laughed. Of course, he didn't know just how true that was. She failed to add that it wasn't even her parents choice, her heart ached a little at just the thought of them. Achlys handed him a small piece of paper. She looked at him expectantly. His awkwardness protruding once again.
"Oh. Well it's a pleasure to meet you, Achlys Amor." He played with her name on his tongue before finally giving in. "I'm Spencer. Spencer Reid.'
She smiled once again. "Believe me, the pleasure is all mine, Spencer Reid."
