Imperfection Is Beauty, Madness Is Genius
Author's note: I love Criminal Minds and Spenc so here you all go!
6"Annabelle...Annabelle...Wake up sleepy head" I heard a voice say. My head was pounding and I felt as if I had been hit by a truck. I groaned slightly and felt someone run a finger down my back. It was then I realized I was lying on my stomach. I went to roll over and suddenly my head was being jerked up by my hair. I let out a soft yelp and opened my eyes. Upon looking around I remembered where I was and who I was with. I shut my mouth tight and closed my eyes. Ryan...He had been watching me the whole entire time. Just waiting for me... I shivered and he pulled me into his arms. "I knew once they found out that I was that I couldn't waste any time. You belong to me Annabelle. You always have. Ever since I laid eyes on you" He said sniffing my hair.
"You're a creep. I was a little girl. You were a grown teenager. That's sick" I said through my teeth. "Watch your mouth Annabelle. It's so pretty, I would hate to have to hurt it" He said leaning in to my ear. I tried to jerk away from him but he just laughed and held me closer. His hands went down my arms and rubbed his face into my neck. I squeezed my eyes shut as much as I possibly could and tried to will myself to believe that this wasn't happening and if it was Spencer and the team would rush in at any minute. But they never came and this was real. Ryan Stiles had finally caught up to me.
We had to find her. I was mentally kicking myself around just thinking about it. I couldn't fully concentrate. All I could think about was those other victims and everything he did to them. What if he was doing that to Annabelle right now? What if he was touching her? I couldn't stand the thought. I sat down and put my head in my hands. "Reid...Someone is here to see you" Hotch said walking up to me. "Can it wait? I'm not really in the visiting mood" I said blankly. "No Reid, It can't. They are waiting in the conference room and don't worry. There won't be anyone interrupting you" He said before walking back off. I lifted my head up and was slightly intrigued by this strange visitor. Who could it be? I thought to myself. I slowly got up and walked over to the conference room. When I opened the door and saw who was inside I immediately dropped the coffee I was holding.
"You don't know how long I've waited for this" He whispered stroking my hair. "You'll be waiting for the rest of your life" I spat. "Touchy Touchy...” He said putting his hand on my leg. "Don't touch me" I said through gritted teeth. He brought his hand back and smacked me. I winced and dropped my head down. He stood up and threw something across the room. I looked back up and he was pacing back n forth. "I don't want to hurt you Annabelle. Don't make me do it again" He demanded.
I closed my eyes and blinked back some tears. I wanted out of here. I wanted away from Ryan. Why he had became obsessive over me, I didn't know. He had me tied up to a table that was nailed down in the corner of a dark room. It looked like an old run down hotel room honestly. There was only a medium sized bed and a chair in the room, except for the table as well. I felt him come near me again and could smell the alcohol on his breath. I wanted to gag because of the smell. Alcohol was never something I could get used to. My father had been an alcoholic and caused my mother to leave. Despite what most people are probably thinking, my father wasn't abusive. Physically at least. He was a depressed lonely man. He usually stayed out all night and didn't come home until late afternoon, in which he would just sleep anyways. I had to learn to take care of myself. I guess it helped that I was a genius. I had knowledge of how to take care. I opened my eyes and he was right in front of me smiling. His hand had been traveling up and down my thigh for the past 5 minutes. I glared at him and when he went to kiss me, I bit his lip and knew I drew blood. He let out a cry and fell back a little. When he realized what just happened he came at me and hit me once more. I could feel the blood in my mouth after his hand made contact with my face. I bit back a small scream. He didn't seem to like that. He grabbed my head and pulled my hair, making me come closer to him. He smirked, expecting me to give in to him. Instead I just smirked right back at him and his smirk fell. I felt him slam me against the wall and slam my head harder. Black spots started to appear and I drifted off into unconsciousness.
"..Gideon?" I asked putting my eyebrows together. He had been the last person I expected to see. He disappeared over a year ago and now he was right in front of me. "Hello Reid, I heard you need some help finding an old friend of yours" He replied. "Yes...we do" I said nodding. "I'm here however you need me" Gideon said. And I had hoped again. If anyone could help it was Jason Gideon. The best profiler in my eyes. The one who always seemed to find the answers. And the man who understood me. With his help, we are going to find Annabelle.