Chapter 2

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The bitter smell of rotten flesh flooded my nose. I felt like I could taste it and gagged a little. Morgan must have heard because he turned around and asked me if I was okay.
"Peachy." I replied with red eyes and a scrunched nose. I looked around and saw blood splattered on walls like the killer actually took handfuls of blood and just painted. I searched the house starting in open areas. I opened a door leading to the basement. As it creaked open I pulled out my gun and flashlight. I walked down the wooden stairs trying not to focus on the creaking that came with every step I took. Suddenly there was a loud bang and the only light was my flashlight. I turned around in horror to see someone had shut the door. I raced back up slamming my fists into the thick metal pleading for Morgan to open it. There was a burning pain that was stabbed into my rib cage and I awoke in a cold sweat. I looked around my hotel room thankful. I turned on my lamp and tried to calm my breathing. I looked at the alarm clock sitting on the nightstand. It read 11:27. I get up, grab my room key, and head out the door. As I head to the lobby I see Spencer sitting on one of the pieces of furniture. I approach behind him,
"Spencer?"I ask before i take a seat on one of the chairs facing him.
"Oh, hi." He said putting down his book. It's a different book. Much larger, but he's over halfway done.
"Couldn't sleep?" I ask.
He shrugged, "Just got caught up reading I guess."
I nodded.
"What about you?" he asked. I'm not stupid. I know if I lie he will see right through me. He is a profiler. That's how it works right? However, I also don't want to tell him the truth.
"I was just hungry. Decided to come down for food." I lied. He knew and I chuckled at myself.
"I had a nightmare." I finally said rolling my eyes. He wasn't laughing like I thought he'd be. I mean, it was childish wasn't it?
"Wanna talk about it?" He asked giving a warm smile. Something told me I might not be the only one who has been affected by this kind of work.

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