Not So Innocent ~Spencer Reid~

Chapter 7

F*ck minds. F*ck unconscious states of being. And f*ck whatever makes people have dreams.

You're angry. Obviously. A few bits in pieces of dreams that occurred during your slumber on Spencer's couch fill your mind as you wake up. Images of your brother and pops threatening your life swirl through your brain. But that's not even the worst part. The worst part is the images freaking Spencer Reid hugging you in your dream.

That's it. Just a hug and laying on the couch together. But for some reason it eats at your brain. Why would you dream about Reid hugging you? Why would you dream about Reid at all. He's nothing to you. Just some agent who took pity on someone who could probably destroy him. Who could definitely destroy him actually, but he's an agent and federal prison is already in your future and adding more years doesn't sound fun.

Angry and confused, you leave his house without a sound. He wasn't awake yet. You call a cab, cursing for having to pay from DC to Quantico. You only have so much money left in your bag at the hotel.

The driver makes a forceful halt, letting you out of the car after paying. You check in at the front desk, and make your way back up to the room.

You're not entirely sure why your veins feel like they're about to explode and you want to punch something. Or stab something. Killing had become a specialty, even if it wasn't by choice at first.
(lmao tf)

Instead, you plop down on the bed with an exaggerated sigh. You have a desperate need to go home right now. Go home and get away from FBI agents, and stupid Virginia, and stupid genius boy who stupidly popped up in your dream. You take a deep breath, knowing you have nothing to go home to... and no home.

You grab some food from the cafe down the street. You sit there, scrolling through messages.

"Hope you slept well.
Did you make it back safely?
I could've driven you."

Shut up, Reid, you think. Doesn't he have some super secret FBI shit to do instead of worrying about you?

You eat your muffin and drink the smoothie your ordered while observing people around you. A youngish man shoots you a flirty grin, but you ignore it. No need to be nice when you're not around Spencer or the other agents.

4 years ago

The big 1 8; where kids become adults and make their own choices. Not for you though. Because no matter how badly you wanted it, you couldn't leave this place. This house, these people, these hit lists... this was your fate. Your stupid fate that you couldn't run away from no matter how much you dreamed of it.

"Happy birthday, kiddo." Pops says, clapping you on the back. "We've got a job to do."

Of course we do.

"One of our partners in selling the dolci threatened to sell me out..."

Dolci means sweets in Italian which was some stupid code name for cocaine.

"Let me guess, you want me to kill him?"

"Actually I want you to stalk him and then kill him."

What a lovely birthday present, huh? You sigh, knowing you cannot get out of this.

Now

You remembered a time when you hated the Daminos, hated what you'd done, and hated yourself. Now, you know it's what had to be done. You'd grown to tolerate what you would do. Never liking it, but used to it. Used to the killings.

After eating, you head back to the hotel and draw a bath. You sit in the hot water, letting it almost relax your tense body. There's no bubbles, so you just sit in the boring water over thinking and dozing off.

I hate this lmao. also yes they drug dealas now💅🏼 640 words