𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗶𝗱 𝗶𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀

𝗸𝗶𝗱𝗻𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗱

「 chapter six 」

〘part 3/3〙

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  "Hey, sweetcheeks." The man snarls as he walks back into the room.  "Miss me much?" Y/n grimaces at the sight of him, but stays silent.  The man stomps toward her before smacking her across the face, causing her to whimper.

  He brings his face close up to hers.  "You respond when I'm talking to you, you hear me?" She meekly nods as her heart pounds even harder against her chest.  "That's what I thought." He grumbles, walking back over to the table in the corner of the room.

  He takes a box out of his pocket before dropping it onto the table.  Ripping it open, he pulls a handful of bullets out, dropping them onto the table as well.  They scatter along the table, some rolling off, and others being motionless.

  He begins jamming some into the chamber when the door is busted down, causing Y/n to shriek.  And although she was terrified to death, she was relieved to see the BAU, especially Spencer, who was toward the front.  The man immediately holds the gun up, pointing it toward Y/n.

  "I will shoot her." He threatens, causing her to whimper.  However, Spencer doesn't even notice, considering he's too focused on trying not to shoot this man right here and now.

  "Rhese, you don't want to do that." Hotch declares, his gun trained on the man.  The man mutters a simple 'you don't know what I want', his arm still wavering toward Y/n.  "We know what your girlfriend did to you, and we know that it wasn't fair." The man scoffs.

  "Wasn't fair?  She claimed I cheater on her, and burned all my stuff!" Hotch nods in understanding, tucking his gun in his waistband and slowly raising his hands in defense.

  "I'm not gonna hurt you, alright?  I'm going to pull out a piece of paper for you to see." Doing as he says, he holds the slip of paper out for the man to read.  "Your ex died two months after she left you.  She got her karma, Rhese.  I know you think she's been seeing what you did to those girls on the news and that you're scaring her, but she's gone." The man grimaces, switching his gaze from Y/n to Hotch, and back again.

  "She's dead, and you're killing girls for no reason.  You're letting her ruin your life, even in death.  If you kill Y/n, you'll only ruin it even more.  But if you put the gun down and come with us, you win.  Prove her wrong while you still have the chance, Rhese." Pondering on the thought, the man eventually drops the gun, grinning.

  "I win, Amanda!" He screams at the air as Hotch rushes to him.  "You died, and I won!  Take that!" He's locked into handcuffs as Reid hurries over to Y/n, quickly untying her.  Her tears soak his shirt as she jumps into his arms and squeezes him tight, but he couldn't care less.

  "Shh, it's alright, sweetie.  Calm down, you're safe now.  I'm right here, Y/n." He assures, gently rubbing her back.  The pair slowly sank to the ground, with Y/n nearly sitting in Spencer.  He didn't mind, of course.

  "I knew you'd figure it out, Spence.  You always do." She sobs, squeezing her arms even tighter around his body– if it was even possible.

  "I know, great job sweetie.  You did amazing." He praised, slightly shifting so he could see her face.  Her eyes and nose were red from crying, and her cheeks were beyond flushed.  However, he just continued staring down at her with all the love of the world, because to him, she was his world.

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