lowkey

𝖌𝖔𝖓𝖊 𝖌𝖎𝖗𝖑

I'd managed to avoid the topic of the mysterious letter for most of the day, JJ and Rossi theorising it was the unsub's knowing the BAU were on the case, and wanting to taunt us. If the rest of the team were satisfied with that then I would be too, right? The thought of them hurting my colleagues gave me chills. I could barely look Reid in the eyes, they seemed to see through me and no matter how much I trusted him, with his tiny smiles and nods, I couldn't tell him the truth. That I was a murderer. That I was just as bad as the other. I raced up the stairs of the hotel without waiting for the others. I really just needed some time alone, but as I neared the door there was something wrong. The door was slightly ajar, and it creaked slightly as it swayed. I crept forward, instantly drawing my weapon. I steadied myself by the door frame and kicked the door wide open. The windows were wide open in my room, papers fluttering across the floor from where they'd been neatly piled on my desk. The curtains billowed as a breeze came in. My bed and desk had been riffled through, my belongings strewn haphazardly across the floor. I swung the bathroom door open to find it was clear and I almost screamed when I saw four figures in my room. 'Oh my god.' I breathed. 'You guys scared me!'

Morgan, Reid, JJ and Emily were looking around my room bemused. 'What happened?' Prentiss asked. 'I-I didn't lock my door this morning.' I said working backwards in my head. 

'That doesn't explain this.' Morgan said, gesturing at the mess. Right as that moment I spotted a small piece of scrunched up lined paper on the floor. I casually made my way over, making sure to cover it with my foot. ' It was probably the wind, or someone tried to rob me.' I brushed it off. 'Really it's fine, I can deal with it.'

JJ raised an eyebrow. 'As long as you're okay.' She said comfortingly. 'Go on Reid, tell us the stat.' She rolled her eyes at me. 

'There are approximately 319,356 robberies every year in the US so this isn't uncommon, you were just unlucky.' Reid said. 'Are you sure you're okay with this?'

'Yes, yes I'm fine!' I almost pushed them out of the door, finally picking the note up. It read: 

'I hope you and that tall friend of yours enjoyed our little surprise. Meet us at our old spot tonight 2 am. Or not, but we take something from you. The choice is yours. Maybe give Spencer an extra goodnight kiss tonight, it might be his last.' 

I clenched my fist. This couldn't be happening. They knew how to hurt me. I stuffed my things angrily in a drawer and grabbed my gun. It was around 5 hours until I had to meet them at the cathedral, 5 hours where I would have to sit and wait. 

I waited till I was certain everyone was asleep before I crept out of the hotel, my hands gripping my gun tightly enough that my knuckles were white. I knew it was dumb, but I had to do this. Reid's life depended on it. I slowly approached the cathedral, checking around me before I pushed the door open. The lights were off, and I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stiffen as I felt myself being grabbed. I shot wildly into the dark, once, twice, before my gun was ripped out of my hands. I struggled in the darkness, kicking, hitting anything I could make contact with. I felt my arms being pulled back and tied tightly behind me as I was gagged and blindfolded. I felt myself being dragged outside and into a vehicle before it motored away. 

I woke up and got ready for the day, getting into Morgan's car. 'How are things pretty boy?' he asked, as we waited for Prentiss and Monroe to show up. 'I'm okay.' I said gazing out the window. Prentiss finally arrived but she looked concerned. 'Guys where's Audrey?'

'What do you mean?' Morgan asked. 'Wasn't she in her room?'

'She's not there. It doesn't even look like she slept there last night. Plus, her wallet and bag are still in there but her gun in gone.'

'Are you sure she didn't go with Hotch?' I asked.

Prentiss quickly called him. 'Hotch? Hi, Have you seen Monroe? Okay... thanks. He says he didn't take her.'

'Let me try and call her.' I said.

'Her phone was in her room Reid.' Prentiss replied. 

'Guys, could this have something to do with the letters she's been getting.'

Morgan nodded. 'We need to go back and check her room.'

The three of us quickly made our way back up into Audrey's room. It was still quite messy from the robbery yesterday, apart from her phone and bag laid out neatly on the table. We searched through the room before I found a not in the top drawer of the dresser. 'Guys, look.' I read the not out loud;

'I hope you and that tall friend of yours enjoyed our little surprise. Meet us at our old spot tonight 2 am. Or not, but we take something from you. The choice is yours. Maybe give Spencer an extra goodnight kiss tonight, it might be his last.' 

How could anyone know about the night before? 'I think the sender might have been stalking Audrey and I.'

Morgan raised his eyebrows. 'Reid and Monroe?'

'Shut up.' I said angrily. 'Audrey could be in danger if we don't find her!' 

Prentiss was already on the phone with Hotch.

Fear pulsed through my veins. Audrey was one of those people that had finally made me.. feel again. I wiped my palms stressfully on my slacks. 'Hotch wants us at the station. Now.' Prentiss said, ushering us back out into the car. 

As soon as we were inside the police station Hotch got on a call with Garcia. 'Hello friends. Around 2am this morning gunshots were heard in Saint Sophia Greek Orthodox Cathedral, which is just South of where you are now. I was able to trace the bullets back to Audrey's gun. Please. Find her.' Garcia finished.

'Prentiss, Morgan and JJ, you head to the cathedral. We will stay here and recoup.' Hotch ordered. Hotch, Rossi and I thought about what we knew. 'What's our victimology.' Hotch asked. 'Well Audrey's young, female, single.' 

'I wonder, why didn't Audrey say anything?' Rossi asked. 'She wouldn't have done what the note had said if she thought it was a hoax.'

'Garcia, you're on speaker.' Hotch said, setting his phone down on the table. 

'Get up your laptop. Now.' Garcia said shakily.         

'What's going on Garcia?' Hotch asked, signing into his laptop.

'Just look.' She gasped.

Rossi and I crowded around Hotch, and I felt a tear roll down my cheek, but I couldn't look away from the screen.