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TWENTY TWO

{CHAPTER CONTAINS VIVID MENTION OF TORTURE, SA, AND VIOLENCE}

Twenty two... twenty three... twenty four...

It had been exactly 1 hour, 34 minutes, and 25 seconds since Giselle had to be dragged out of the police station and back to her hotel room- and although she knew she should feel bad, for some reason, she didn't.

She didn't feel a single ounce of remorse.

Something about that woman didn't sit right with her. Giselle didn't know exactly what, but something about her made Giselle go feral.

And that's how Giselle ended up back in her hotel room, sprawled out on the floor staring up at the ceiling. 

When Hotch dropped her off, he looked almost... disappointed. But Giselle knew that somewhere underneath that was remorse. She just knew.

But now.. she was back here. She wasn't working on the case, she wasn't with Spencer... she was sitting in her hotel room like an idiot.

Why couldn't she just keep it together like a normal person? Anyone else could have kept their cool- but Giselle lost her mind simply because of a strange notion.

A knock on the door beckoned her to sit up and rush over to the mirror to check her appearance. Nothing seemed to be off- but then again, Giselle wasn't necessarily in the best state.

As Giselle swung the door open, she saw a very tired and sympathetic-looking Spencer standing in front of her, holding his to go bag and a brown paper bag.

"Can I come in?"

Giselle nodded- now being accustomed to Spencer's random visits. 

The tall man simply strolled in and placed the brown paper bag down on the stereotypical hotel desk, and then he sat down in the desk chair and looked at Giselle without saying a single word.

"What?"

She looked at him, crossing her arms over her chest. It was at that moment that Giselle realized she was half in her work clothes and half in pajamas. She was wearing long pink pajama pants and her work button down, with her hair all over the place and her makeup still smeared from the crying that happened after the yelling. 

"Nothing."

Spencer turned back to the bag and took out a to-go box of food. He set it on the desk and pulled a chair up next to it. After this, he patted on the seat, gesturing Giselle to sit. She did so, and began to dig into her food- not even really taking her food-related emotions into consideration.

"Why are you here?"

She said finally, after a few minutes of silence.

"I think we should talk about what just happened."

Giselle didn't respond. 

She didn't want to address what happened in there.

"What do you mean?"

Spencer laughed sarcastically.

"Oh come on, Giselle. Don't do that."

Giselle rolled her eyes while still eating. She began to speak, still chewing her food.

"Don't do what?"

Spencer huffed and moved closer to her.

"Don't play dumb. You and I both know there is more than you are letting on."

Giselle groaned and leaned back in her chair.

"How do you know that, Mr. Einstein?"

Spencer didn't react to this. Instead, he persisted with his original point.