Criminal Minds belongs to CBS and the creators. In no way do I own anything to do with Criminal Minds. I do own the Character Kara and the story. This does contain Canon/Oc so you have been warned.
The room was pitch black aside from a dim overhead light raining faint rats upon the metal table below. A glove clad hand pierced the light, blood dripped from the pliers it held. Screams ripped through the room.
"Please...please stop." The woman's words were muffled by the blood that was quickly accumulating inside of her mouth. She screamed again as a syringe was shoved into her upper arm. In a matter of seconds her eyelids dropped and her heart rate slowed, until finally it ceased.
The person closed her eyes, and held up the pliers again. They stepped into the light again only to reveal a set of perfectly white grinning teeth.
Beep...beep...beep...bee-...silence. Slowly she shuffled out of bed and on wobbly legs made her way to the bathroom. Once inside she rubbed her eyes in a fruitless attempt to wake herself. Rubbing her forehead she looked into the mirror and gasped at her reflection. She was a complete mess; hair askew, makeup smeared, and the shirt she was wearing was buttoned so horribly wrong. She started to correct the buttons, but stopped. 'This isn't my shirt.' Her eyes widened, in a flash she shucked the shirt off and peered at the label. Written on it in permanent marker was his name. Slumping onto the toilet, she began to sort through the memories that were flooding her mind. Her head pounded from the insane amount of wine she has consumed the night before so that didn't help matters much. As she began to awaken more, last night started to replay itself in her head.
*flashback*
The doorbell rang at exactly 6:00 just as she expected, he was never one to be late. Smoothing her invisible wrinkles it of her dress she took one last look into the hall mirror before opening the door. She was greeted by a lovely bouquet of roses.
"I b-bought t-these for you. I-i didn't k-know your favorite flower, but um 78.25% of women have a p-preference for roses... So I went with them." He smiled a little and handed her the flowers, she could tell her was nervous.
It was just like him though, a statistic for everything and ever situation. "Well as a matter of fact I happen to be one of those women. Thank you, they are lovely." She smiles and moved out of the way so he could come in. "Feel free to take a seat while it put these into water. Dinner will be out of the oven in a few minutes anyway."
He nodded and took a seat at the large mahogany table. Perched in the center was a large wood bowl filled to the brim with salad. Everything about her place screamed fancy, from the white china dishes to the expertly placed dining wear, complete with every fork and knife you would find in a five star restaurant. Her voice brought him back, "Is red wine okay?"
His mouth was terribly dry so all he could do was nod. It seemed to please her for her head disappeared inside the kitchen again. Then he smelled it, the brief time the door to the kitchen was open let the aroma for inside spill into the dining room. Steak, garlic, onions, and mushrooms blended together to create a mouth watering odor.
Just as his stomach began to rumble she appeared carrying two plates of food and a bottle of wine. She placed he plate in front of him and much to his pleasure his nose was correct for once. On his plate was a large steak seared to perfection, sauteed vegetables and half of a baked potato. He looked up just as she started to seat herself, "Let me get that for you." He shot up in an attempt to pull her chair out for her, only to bump he table with his thigh. Wine sloshed from the glasses, raining red droplets onto the perfectly white cloth below. Automatically he regretted getting up, and just stood there, his face growing red.
