Pretty Boy

Chapter 6

A/N: (This is before Spencer went to prison and the whole Mexico mishap.)
Spencer's POV
Cat Adams. Out of all people who could've ran into me it was her. Of course this was planned. She never does anything without a plan, she's a criminal mastermind.
She sighs.
"You have no idea how much I've missed you Spencie." She opens the left car door to the backseat and climbs in. She quickly rummages through both agent's pockets and grabs one of their guns. She clicked the safety off and held it up to my head.
"You know the drill, you try anything, and I'll shoot." I nod and stare at her with anger filling my eyes, not saying a word. I've never hated anyone more in my life.
"We're gonna have some fun." The corners of her mouth upturned into a devilish smile. She held a crow bar in her left hand and jammed the door that pinned my leg, still keeping the gun up, setting my limb free. I knew better than to try and run. She wouldn't shoot me, but I knew she had some other leverage on me somewhere, some how.
"What do you want?" I ask. My voice lower than usual.
"I want you." I look away then back at her. She's obsessed with me, the whole team knew this from our last encounter. I could use it to my advantage, I would have to do some horrible things along the way, but hopefully the team would understand. I fake a smile, and work my way out of the SUV that was basically scrap metal now.
"Really? Well I don't want you." I say. Her face began to show frustration but she quickly hid it away.
"Whatever, come with me." She throws the gun causing it to scrape the concrete as it slides away. I still didn't run or fight.
"Where are we going Cat?" I ask, innocently.
"My place, I have a surprise for you." Oh no. A surprise from a narcissistic psychopath, what could go wrong? She grabbed my arm, and sped up to a large parking lot near where we crashed. We had to hurry before the team reached the site. I knew they've been alerted because Hotch asked to be informed when I reached the institution.
"What are you doing?" I ask, noticing she has smashed in a window of a red sports car.
"What does it look like genius? I'm getting us a ride."
"Wait uh- shouldn't we-". I stuttered trying to distract her, but I was failing miserably.
"Get in!" She motioned her hand to the passenger seat as she hot-wired the car. My leg began to shake from nerves when the car engine roared in success. Cat Adams was one of the most wanted on the FBI's list and now I was stealing a vehicle alongside her.
"Relax. It's just a stupid car, nothing in comparison to your other hobbies." She scoffed. My head spiked up at the words that just left her mouth. She knew what I had done to Nora Hale, so now she thought I was like her. I'm not, I can't be. She closed the car door, and I followed slouching in my seat. She rammed her foot into the gas petal and we sped off. The wind flew in through the broken window, flowing through my brown locks. I tried to wipe my hair back from my face but it was useless. Cat's hair did the same and she had a smile so wide.
"Let's make a pit stop before we arrive to home sweet home." After driving for only five minutes we pull up to a small clothing shop. Through the display glass there were fashionable suits and dresses, fitters and cashiers, and customers, waiting to find their perfect outfit. They had no idea what was coming.

Cat slammed the breaks causing the tires to screech, barely stopping in time before hitting the curb. Did she even know how to drive?
"Why are we here?"I ask. She got what she wanted, me. There was no reason to risk getting caught by stopping here.
"We're going out in style!" She smirked and stood out of the car. What exactly did that mean? 'Going out'. She walked up to the shop pulling a switchblade from her bra. Where did she even get that? She's been in jail. I followed hesitantly knowing well people were going to be badly hurt by the time we left. I opened the door for her trying to act normal, if that was even possible.
"HEY!" She shouted causing everyone to freeze in silence. They quickly noticed the blade in her hand. A young boy no older than seventeen that was getting fitted tried to escape in a panic, running past her, but she wrapped her arm around his neck and held the blade against it, slightly breaking his skin.
"If anyone moves or tries to call the police I will slice this kid's throat and make sure to get rid of every,single,witness." Her voice stayed at a balanced calm, but loud tone. I just stood next to her watching the bystanders who have now become hostages. Some looked at me for help which they wouldn't receive. Whilst the parents of the young man quietly obeyed while tears ran down their cheeks. I've seen many hostage situations in my line of work, and talked down many unsubs. They all seemed to have some reason for doing it, wether they were delusional or a disgusting human being. But Cat Adams had no reason, she was doing this simply just for pleasure. That's why she is one of the most dangerous criminals in the world. That's why she made a great hit women. She didn't care about risks, and she always had a plan.
"You!" She nodded her head towards one of the fitters. He was slim, tall and had short dirty blond hair. He looked like he was around his late thirty's, he wore a gold wedding ring, and shook in fear.
"Ye-yes?" The man stuttered, choking over his words.
"You're going to make us look like royalty."
The tall man looked at her with a confused expression.
"Okay?" His voice still shook as he agreed.
"Spencie, tie them all up except for blondie over here." My eyes widened.
"With what? It's not like we brought supplies." My voice slightly shook, I tried my hardest not to show fear or suspicion but I couldn't completely hide it away.
"Ugh, I thought you were some kind of genius." She groaned and rolled her eyes.
"Grab some of the fabric over there and do what you have to do to make sure they can't leave." I walked quickly to the shelf filled with different color cloth and string, and grabbed the strongest fabric I could find. I made sure it was soft so it wouldn't leave marks as I tied them up. I looked sympathetically towards the hostages as they whimpered for help. I whispered,
"It's gonna be okay." I knew it was a lie. There was no way we were gonna leave here without casualties, but all I wanted was for the whimpers and cries to stop. They died down slightly but they weren't gone. I walked over to the boy Cat was holding a blade against, pinning his hands behind his back and tying his wrists together. I pushed him down to sit against the wall next to the other hostages. I turned back to Cat as she ran her hands along all the fancy clothes hung up on the racks. The inside of the shop looked old fashioned almost like a thrift store, only all the clothes looked clean and knew. There were stands lined up on the wall across the one the hostages were sitting along, with curtains separating them.