Pretty Boy

Chapter 9

JJ's POV

"Let's play!" 

Goosebumps covered my body. This game could kill us. I have a family, kids. They can't loose their mother, Will can't loose his wife. Hotch has Jack. He can't loose both of his parents.

Tears burn my eyes, but I shove them down.

I can't cry.

That's what she wants.

I have to be strong for my family.

For my team.

"Hmmm...," Cat hums with her left hand on her hip.

She walks back and forth slowly in front of us.

She's deciding which one of us she's going to question first.

I look over at Spence.

He's just admiring Cat. His eyes are stroking her figure as she walks up and down the room. With a smile across his face.

Like he... feels something for her.

That's impossible.

Spencer would never let himself feel anything for a psychopath.

Cat is crazy.

He isn't himself of course, but that would be...insane. It would have to be some type of mind control. She probably told him to love her or something. If Spence is actually still in there he would never let himself feel anything for her.

He wouldn't want to.

Right?

"Jenny!"

I freeze.

I slowly turn my head away from Spence and look at her. Expressionless.

She had a small smirk on her lips and her big, brown, evil, eyes are looking down at me.

God, why did she have to choose me.

"You seemed awfully interested in Spencie. So why don't you go first?"

I try my hardest to stay calm. My legs slightly shake and my palms sweat, but my face shows no fear.

I made sure of that.

"Why not?"

I say. With a harsh tone to it. I don't want her to think I'm enjoying this unlike Spencer.

"Great! Truth or Dare?" Her smile widens.

I hesitate. I know that if I choose truth it will be something personal. She'll probably choose a question that she thinks will sabotage my friendship with the team. But I have no idea what she'll choose for dare. I'm not willing to take any chances.

I can't.

"Truth." My voice is still calm. I can't let it waver.

If I do someone could get hurt.

"Ooooo, playing it safe I see. No fun." She pouts.

My hands begin to shake a little, but I tighten my grip to the chair to stop them.

I just look at her, dreading the question.

I pray she won't ask me about her.

"Oh JJ... does poor William know about it?"

My heart skips at least ten beats. I feel like I'm about to puke.

I bite the inside of my cheek, trying to control myself.