FREAKING OUT ² ➢ spencer reid

XLVIII

"Ah, Vinny, my boy," I moved into the room calmly, clutching a file folder to my chest as I smiled. By now it'd been hours since our last encounter and while I was still fuming from his words I'd also had a lot of time to think things through. By now the rest of the team had arrived, informing me I was indeed right; the address we were given was a dud. Despite my lack of surprise the carelessness of his tactic only fuelled my anger, making the conversation that was about to happen a satisfying one.

I sat down slowly and slid the file his way, widening my smile once I saw confusion overtake his face. "Open it up," I said, nodding confidently.

Reluctantly, he did as I said, moving his hand to the edge of the tan coloured paper. He gripped the edge and threw it open, narrowing his eyes at the page in front of him.

"Who knew a God like Mooney would ever conceive a kid like Liam?" I leaned back in my seat and crossed my arms over my chest, watching him look up and meet my gaze. As he did he furrowed his brow, moving his teeth over the edge of his lower lip in frustration. "Didn't think I'd figure it out, did you?"

He remained silent, his intense eyes shooting daggers violently in my direction.

I chuckled at his attempt to look intimidating and reached for the folder. Immediately he pulled it away, tucking it awkwardly under the table at an attempt to throw me off. "Fine, keep it. It's not like I haven't already memorized the damn thing," I muttered grumpily.

"How did you find out?" He asked through gritted teeth.

"Google," I responded jokingly.

He rolled his eyes and tossed the folder back. Instead of reaching for it again I merely eyed it, placing my elbows on the table in front of me. I leaned in slowly and cradled my chin in my hands. "Let's play a game," I stated simply.

He scoffed. "A game? What are we twelve?"

"I mean, I'm twenty-six," I retorted with a shrug, "how old are you, Vince?"

"Twenty-five."

"Awe, you're just a baby," I cooed mockingly. In response he offered me another eye roll, causing me to chuckle. "Anyway, game time. In or out?"

"Aren't you gonna explain the rules?" He raised his brow.

"Have you ever heard of a game called Bodies?" I questioned, flashing him a smirk.

His eyes flickered, a smile creeping across his lips. He leaned forward and nodded his head, pushing his hands up onto the table as best as he could. I glanced down at the cuffs on his wrists, noting the redness of the skin underneath. "Your friend Liam used to play it, right?"

He nodded again.

"Did you guys ever play it together?" I questioned, raising my brow.

"All the time," he responded back.

"Liam was really good at it, huh? I mean, until he," I made a gun with my hand and shot myself in the head, miming a poor attempt at Liam's death. As I suspected, Vince didn't like that, because the second I dropped my hand he shuffled in his seat, his smile fading. "Sorry, that was insensitive. Maybe we should play another game."

"I don't want to," Vince growled.

I snorted and rolled my eyes. "Gosh, you're so grumpy. What's wrong? Mad your best friend replaced you or something?"

"He didn't replace me," he snapped, "he left me."

"I mean, technically yes, he did leave you, but he also replaced you."