Bella Carter and Spencer Reid first crossed paths after Spencer's release from prison after being framed, both finding themselves working in the Behavioral Analysis Unit. From the start, they couldn't stand each other. Spencer, with his 187 IQ, neve...
Chapter Three ________________________________________________________________
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'And when we're apart, and I'm missing you I close my eyes and all I see is you And the small things you do' ________________________________________________________________
Spencer
I step out of the cab, my feet hitting the pavement as I see her: Bella. She's dressed in a gray-blueish dress, with her hair tied into a bun. Like a ballerina. I realize I'm just standing there like an idiot, staring, and quickly turn around to pay the cab driver.
We got orders to not interact with one another, so that's exactly what we did. She sat at the bar, while I sat at one of the cocktail tables, drinking my cherry coke. I stare at her, just curious to see if the unsub has shown up yet, and that's when i see it... small but noticeable.
A tattoo
On her bare shoulder, which is exposed to the entire club. And not just a tattoo... butterflies. Fucking butterflies. Why am I so bothered by this?
After a few minutes, a man joins her. Tall, white, in his early thirties... older than her. He fits the description of the unsub entirely, and I can't help but feel... apprehensive. I have to fight the urge to run over to her and attack the guy. Especially when he runs his hands over her tattoo...
Bella
I giggle and play with my hair. I get his attention. I let him touch me, even though it kills me inside. He even kissed my hand. God I feel dirty. Those hands, who've raped and murdered three women so far, those hands are on me now... those hands are penetrating me.
The first time but also the last time I do this.
When he offers me a smoke, I hesitate. I've been sober from smoking for almost two years now... one couldn't hurt, right? But then I remember something. A case from a while back. An unsub who put chemicals in cigarettes so his victims would pass out and he'd be able to take them easily.
"No thanks, handsome." God I wanna die. But instead, I smile seductively and keep talking to him. His eyes are filled with lust. The wrong kind of lust.
Creep.
After a while, he asks me if I'd like to go home with him. Just like that. Plain and simple. I grin and slowly touch his arm while leaning a bit closer. "You aren't some kind of serial killer, are you?" I make the joke, and he laughs. Laughs. He doesn't deserve to laugh. He doesn't deserve anything. But the sooner he goes outside with me, the sooner we'll be able to put him in handcuffs.
We walk outside, me clinging to his arm, acting drunk even though I dumped my drink somewhere when he went to the toilet earlier.
Just play into his act, Bella. You can do this.
And then it's showtime. "Maybe I should just go home, Nick. I'm actually pretty tired..." I fake a yawn and try to get out of his grip, but he doesn't budge, like I expected. I see Spencer in the corner of my eyes, standing against a wall. Nick's grip tightens and he mumbles to himself "why isn't it working yet..." That's when I know we've got him. He drugged my drink, but like the genius I am, of course I didn't drink it. I'm smarter than-
Ouch
His fist met my face, probably because he was becoming impatient. At that moment, Reid comes rushing towards us and punches Nick in the jaw. He grabs his handcuffs and puts them on the now bleeding psychopath. They take him away, while we stand there. Just staring as the police car drives away. Well... I'm staring at the car, but Reid is...
Bella, you're bleeding.
Yeah no shit Sherlock. I can feel that. It's my lip, you know? Sometimes I wonder if- My train of thoughts stops as I feel Reid's fingers on my lips, wiping away the blood. I look at him with widened eyes.
That was the first time he ever touched me
I try to find words, but my brain is spiraling with a million thoughts... and I let him wipe the blood away. My eyes meet his brown, protective eyes, as he stands towering over me.
I've never really noticed how tall he is.
"Thank you" is what comes out of me, with a higher pitched voice than would be considered normal. The way he looks at me... why does he look at me like that? Why does he look at me at all?
"Are you alright?" His voice doesn't betray anything, but his gaze does. We both know he isn't asking about my open lip anymore, he's worried about the fact that I just spend the entire evening flirting and hitting on a cold-blooded murderer. And to be frank, so am I.
"Mhm, I just want to burn this off my skin right now." With my hand, I touch my butterflies tattoo and flinch a bit, thinking back to the way his fingers grazed my skin as if I was his property. I feel Reid staring at the tattoo, but he doesn't say anything about it.
His sweet gaze falters a bit and he clears his throat. "We should get back to the office." And with that, he walks away to his cab, leaving me behind on the sidewalk. I watch his cab depart from the parking lot as the world starts crying onto my shoulders, but that's the least of my problems right now. This man confuses the shit out of me.
When I'm seated in my own cab, I mutter the destination to the driver and close my eyes.
Author's note: Aaarghhhh they're sooo blind. But that kinda makes it fun, doesn't it? Is something more interesting going to happen next? Or will they go back to the way they were? We'll find out soon! ;)
