delicate • s.r. {completed}

• chapter twelve •

WARNING: adult content

~your pov~

You walked into the conference room with Spencer, everyone greeting you as you came in. You even saw Garcia, her fingers tapping furiously on her keyboard. You said hi back, almost forgetting Ethan was there. You saw him looking at you, his eyes traveling up and down your body, sizing you up. You immediately felt uncomfortable, looking away and setting your stuff down.

"Hey Olivia."

You stilled, closing your eyes for a second.

"Actually, it's Y/N now."

You heard him scoff, his eyes rolling when you looked at him. What was his deal?

"My bad. Y/N. Good to see you again."

"Yeah, you too."

You wanted nothing more than to leave that room, to get as far away from him as possible. You felt Spencer's hand on your shoulder, his eyes conveying everything he couldn't say. You gave him a small
smile, taking a deep breath.

"So. What have we got?"

Hotch immediately started talking, pointing to the surveillance pictures Garcia had found and explaining the timeline.

You looked at the maps they had put up, recognizing Ethan's handwriting and the military style that he used. You could feel him staring, but you ignored it.

"Wow. Okay, that's the most information I've seen a group get on him before."

The team looked satisfied with themselves, as they should be, but there was still so much more.

"What do we know about him? About Qureshi?"

His name felt like poison in your mouth. You hadn't said it in a long, long time.

Garcia spoke this time, directing your attention to a TV that above her.

"Abdullah Qureshi. Born and raised in Pakistan, recruited by enemy forces when he was 12 years old. Briefly came to the US side, feeding information to us while simultaneously spying for the enemy. He was discovered about two months after this began. Proceeded to rise through the ranks and become the leader of the enemy, reaching a higher status than even Bin-Laden. After Y/N was found, he fled and somehow eluded authorities in multiple countries
before coming here, becoming a serial killer to get the attention of the team."

Yeah, that sounds about right.

"Is there any indication of where he could be?"

Garcia shook her head. "He somehow avoids every security camera, but I'm still looking for even the tiniest clue."

You smiled at her, showing your thanks.

"What else is there to do? I don't know what else to do to find him."

Hotch sighed. "We can keep doing this for a little longer, but if we can't find anything, we have to go
home. He called again last night, telling us he won't take another girl unless it's Y/N."

You felt like you were going to be sick. You left the conference room, walking into the bathroom and turning on the faucet, splashing your face. You
hoped the cold would ground you, bring you back.

No such luck.

You felt yourself starting to dry heave, going into a stall and falling to your knees. You were there for what felt like hours, your body convulsing as it tried to get rid of what wasn't there.

You heard the door open, the click of heels barely even registering in your mind.

"Y/N?" It was JJ.