Not So Innocent ~Spencer Reid~

Chapter 4

"I'm with the FBI, I-"

"Are you f*cking stupid? The FBI?"

"Aiden, I'm making allies. They're the ones who busted us, if I can get into their case, I can find a way to get you out."  

"Okay. But if you don't, you know what will happen."

"I know. Don't call me again unless you really need to, don't want to draw suspicions."

You hang up the phone before he can reply with anything else. You know what will happen. Yeah, you do. They'll come for you. They have communications with people. If you don't get them out, they'll take you down with them.

It's only 10am right now, which was when the jail let them make calls. You're glad Nico, or Mama, or Pops didn't call you. Aiden is more gentle, which doesn't say much at all really.

You toss your phone on the bed and head to the bathroom of your hotel room. After stripping down, you step into the shower and let the hot water consume your senses. You soap up your hair with the small shampoo sample from the counter. Thoughts of getting the Daminos and your brother out of jail, and keeping them from prison, fill your mind as you rinse and condition.

You step out of the shower, not too happy to do so as cold air chills your naked body. You quickly change into a pair of clothes you had in your bag, a pair of jeans and a short red top. After slipping back into your black boots, you head to the elevator and press lobby. The hotel is offering free breakfast to guests. You sit at a booth, sipping coffee and jabbing at your eggs with a fork. Your appetite isn't big right now, you're too busy thinking and planning.

You know it'll be a tough job getting insights on what the FBI knows about everything you and the Daminos have done, but luckily there's an agent who gave you his number. Maybe you can get information from him, he seems nice. Or maybe the blonde girl, females are more sympathetic. If not, there's plenty of ways to spy and torture.

After finishing your coffee, you head back up to your floor and plop on the bed. You're eventually going to have to go back home. Well, not that you have a home. But you'll have to go back to New York soon, the agents will grow suspicious if you stay here too long. And, it's not like you have anything here. You're in freaking Virginia.

You roll over to your side, your body threatening to fall out of consciousness. Your eyes meet the piece of paper on the bedside table. 10 numbers are written on the paper, Dr Reid's phone number. You stare at it before tiredness completely consumes your body, and you drift off to sleep.

"I told you. I told you you would pay if you didn't get us out." Aiden withdrawals a knife out from his back pocket. He starts closer to  you.

"I tried," your breathing grows heavy.

"You didn't try hard enough." He's close enough to hurt you now. His knife is inches from your abdomen. But he doesn't stab the blade in.

Instead, Runt appears behind Aiden, pointing a gun at your head. "Runt, you're alive." Your words are breathy and shaky, coming out in a whisper.

He pulls the tigger, the bullet, seemingly moving in slow motion, connects with your head. You fall backwards.

You jump up, feeling like you've just fallen. It was just a dream. Just a dream. Your heart is racing, slamming against your ribcage with each shaky breath. You've haven't remembered a dream since you first went live with the Daminos. You dreamt of your parents, of the images you'd seen in the basement of the house, and your childhood. This was your first dream of Runt. You thought of him all the time for years, but not a dream even once.

Aiden's angry face burns into your brain along with Runt holding a gun at your head. He was young in the dream, the same age he'd been when he died.

You sit up, staring at the ceiling. The sun is still awake, shining through the curtains of the window. You don't cry, even though a part of you wants to. You haven't cried in ages, not for real anyway. Something is gnawing at you, maybe it's worry that you won't get your 'family' back home. Or maybe it's something else.

You grab your phone, it's 5pm. After your eyes linger on the piece of paper with the nice doctor's number on it, you grab it and type the numbers into your phone. You decide to text him.

"I know you're working the case, but please call me when you can." Is all you can think to type. What will your excuse be? Trauma? Maybe that will work. He thinks you were kidnapped, help hostage, and abused so maybe he'll think you're traumatized and sacred to be alone.

Your phone goes off about an hour later. "Hello,     
Y/n?"

"Sorry you bother you Dr Reid, I just needed a friendly voice."

"You're not a bother. Do you need anything else?"

"I- I can't ask you of anything else." You make sure you sound pitiful.

"What is it? I want to help."

A smirk grows on your lips. "I just don't want to be alone right now. I dreamt of... of what they did."

"Do you want me to come to your hotel or maybe we can grab something to eat after I get off work?"

"I could eat," you say, which is true. Hunger stings at your stomach since all you've had in the past 20 hours was a few bites of eggs.

"I'll pick you up in forty," he tells you.

975 words, sorry this is so short! thank you for all the support:) be sure to read "bau- spencer reid x reader" and be on the lookout for the first chapter of "golden girl"❤️