Enjoying Your Company //

chapter fifty five

Spencer's POV:

I walk Vanessa down the hall. Away from Lukas's temper tantrum, when her legs gave out. I grab her just in time, her fingertips barely brushed the cement floor.

"Nessa! Vanessa, hey!" I touch her cheek, watching her color fade. I lift her in my arms, rushing to the closest guard. "I need the infirmary, now." I urge, being escorted. I lay Vanessa down on a stretcher, allowing the nurse to examine her.

"What happened here?" She inquired.

"I think she had a panic attack, and passed out."

"Is she on any meds?"

"50mg Venlafaxine and levonorgestrel." I inform, feeling helpless.

"Okay. We'll start an IV and get her hydrated." She said passing an entering doctor the quickly scribbled chart. "Come with me." She gestured, pushing me out of the room. I leer over, trying to keep my eyes on Nessa for as long as I could. It was a grueling ten minutes and thirty eight seconds before a nurse let me in. Vanessa was conscious, sitting upright on the infirmary's stretcher. My chest finally unclenched, seeing the color returned to her face.

"Hey." She whispered.

"Hey, how are you feeling?" I ask, taking the seat at her bedside.

"I'm fine, really. I'm okay." She assured in a collective tone. Letting out an elongated sigh. Her eyes trailing the room. "Brings back memories, huh?" She shifted her eyes towards me. I chuckle, feeling a moment of much needed rejuvenation.

"Yeah, it does."

"I can't believe that happened." She put a hand to her face in embarrassment.

"Ness, you did great." I sooth, before I could say anther word, the curtain swished. Dave walked through, making her straighten up.

"Hey, kiddo." He coo'ed. "How are you feeling?" He asked, on the other side of her.

"I'm fine, thanks." She gave a slow blink and a weak smile. "Is he mad?" I took the white sheet she was clenching, replacing it with my hand.

"You were in a locked cell, face to face with your abuser." He furrowed his eyebrows a little. "He's not angry Vanessa, he's proud."

"Where is he now?" I ask.

"Where do you think?" Dave said with an poignant expression. Vanessa and I exchanged a look. She turned to Rossi.

"I wanna go back in." He glanced to me in caution, giving me the run down look. I kept my eyes on Vanessa, squeezing her hand.

"Quinn, you don't have to do this." 

"I know." She said with confidence. "I want to."

Hotch's POV:

The door alarm rang and opened before me as I charge into Elwood's cell. He looked over as I barrel toward him, grabbing the collar of his jumpsuit and shove him against the wall.

"Ow!! Hey!!" He yelled.

"You shut your mouth." I demand, gripping tighter. "Don't you ever try something like that again." He gave me a filth ridden smirk. I toss him back into the cement wall. "You could have killed her!"

"I would never hurt her!" He yelled back.

"But then, you did." I got in his face. "You'll never see her again."

"No."

"You lost your chance." I drop him. "If I find out you're ever in spitting distance of her again, I will send you to the morgue myself." I kept my posture tense, blowing him off, facing the bar, hearing its chime.