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"SHE WAS EVERYTHING REAL IN A WORLD OF MAKE-BELIEVE."
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Natalia stood anxiously in the elevator. She had no form of self defense, and a murderer was sitting in her apartment. She had no idea why she decided to go up, she could've just stayed in the lobby and called one of the agents. Now that she thought about it, she should probably let someone know exactly what was going on. Her mind immediately went to one of the last people who talked to her- Spencer Reid. The elevator opened as she slipped out her phone, and she headed out onto the carpeted floor.
NEW MESSAGE
To: Spencer Reid
Moore is here. Send someone
She quickly pressed send and shoved the phone back into her jacket pocket. Her feet began to carry her faster than they had before.
627
628
629
There it was. Room number 629, right at the end of the hall. The door was already cracked open.
She reached out and pushed the door open with her finger tips, watching as the darkness enveloped the unfamiliar room. As she stepped in and felt around for a light switch, her breathing started to become shallow. She wouldn't admit this to herself, but she was scared out of her mind.
Click
The lights flickered on and she looked at the wall to find her hand resting over the switch she had flipped. "Luca?" She called out. Her voice was noticeably shaking. "Come out. Don't be a coward." She guided herself through the flat, but strangely there was no sign of Luca. She cautiously stepped into her bedroom. A clear vase holding a bouquet of roses was set on the nightstand. As she crept closer, she noticed a small notecard with writing scribbled on it.
25.1.1 30.1.8 73.3.5 92.3.1 109.5.6 143.1.1 12.10
A man without a vision for his future, always returns to his past.
Xx - Luca
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"What do you think it means?" Reid held the notecard in his hand and scanned over it carefully. He sat down at his desk, while Natalia leaned against the railing.
"I don't know, I- I guess it's some kind of hidden message? He's trying to tell me something. He wants to play a game."
"A man without a vision for his future, always returns to his past... do you think he's talking about you going back to the cartel?"
"It doesn't make sense, why did he put the word 'returns' in bold?" Natalia pondered her own question for a minute.
"What about the numbers? Do they mean anything to you?"
"Nothing."
Just then, the office doors opened. Hotchner and Rossi walked in, and both looked as if they hadn't slept at all. Who could blame them? It was 2:34 in the morning, and everyone could tell no one would be getting sleep anytime soon.
