The second I stepped inside, Vince's face lit up; the edges of his eyes crinkling with excitement as I sat down across from him and let out a frustrated sigh. In unison, we adjusted ourselves in our seats, maintaining perfect eye contact at an attempt to assert our dominance. As we did, we sat in silence, our pupils scanning each other carefully.

"Couldn't get enough of me the first time, huh?" He eventually spoke, pulling me away from my thoughts. I glanced over and saw the edges of his lips curl upward, forming a flirtatious smirk. I rolled my eyes in response and leaned back in my chair, glancing towards the glass.

"I wouldn't say that," I replied, crossing my arms over my chest.

He snorted quietly; a plume of air pushing through his nose. "Of course you wouldn't," he stated, giving his head a quick shake, "a statement like that might make Spencer jealous."

"Ah, yes, definitely," I retorted absentmindedly. The fact that he was already resorting to such a long hanging fruit really pissed me off. He and I both knew Reid was a sensitive topic. I couldn't blame him for taking advantage of it, yet somehow I assumed right out the gate he'd go for something a little less obvious.

"How's he doing by the way? Alive and well I'm assuming since you haven't lunged across the table yet." The smirk across his face only grew, causing me to swallow hard.

"The night's still young," I mumbled under my breath. At this point I just assumed Rossi had seen the tape. Like all other interviews, the one between Vince and I had definitely been recorded, giving him somewhat of an edge in the current conversation. To say it annoyed me was a bit of an understatement, mostly because I wasn't comfortable with the disadvantage.

"Do you threaten all your suspects or am I just special?" He leaned forward in his seat, moving his wrists towards the centre of the table. Slowly, he extended his fingers, pressing the pads against the table top roughly. I glanced down and raised my brow, watching his knuckles slowly turn white from the amount of pressure he was exuding.

When I looked back up, I licked my bottom lip, watching his eyes narrow and move to my lips. The subtle change in contact made my stomach churn. I didn't like the way he looked at me. The way his eyes seemed to stare right through me sent such a shiver up my spine I wanted to tear off my skin and leave the room. "Take a guess," I said. Instinctively, I ran my palm up the length of my arm at an attempt to calm my nerves.

He threw back his head, loosen his grip on the table top as he let out a laugh. The sound was loud and abrupt and caused me to jump. Without a word, I closed my eyes in frustration, causing his laughter to grow. At that point, I knew he how happy he was. He'd gotten my guard down, even for just a moment, which in situation's like this was a big win in itself.

When my eyes finally opened I stared at him angrily. "What do you want, Vince? You're obviously well over the limit of questioning time, so why are you still here?"

"Well, you and I made a deal," he replied with a shrug.

"What deal?" I questioned.

He huffed aggressively and inched his chair forward. The legs scraped across the floor, creating a stretched out squeal that caused me to cringe. "You said that if I told you where your boyfriend was that you'd let me see Marcus," he stated coldly.

"I did say that, yes," I replied with a nod, "but you didn't do that, did you?"

He opened his mouth and widened his eyes, offering me a look of offence as he moved his cuffed hands to motion to his chest. "Actually I did. I said he was in a warehouse," he snapped. After he spoke he pointed in my direction. "Do you remember that? Or were you too busy imaging your hands around my throat to even listen?"

"A type of structure isn't a proper source of evidence," I responded, completely ignoring his jab.

"I disagree."

"Well, it's good a thing that you're not in charge of this discussion, huh?" I smirked.

He relaxed in his chair again, his eyes wandering across my face in curiosity. As they did, I stared at his hands, watching as they slowly began to tense up again. At that moment I wondered what he was thinking about. The aggression in his movements indicated he probably was frustrated. Like before, his knuckles were becoming almost translucent, the veins in his hands pushing to the surface; building pressure. I pressed my lips together and raised my brow, moving my gaze to his. "You want to hurt me, don't you?" I questioned simply.

"More than anything."

"The feeling's mutual."

Just like I'd hoped my response took him by surprise. His body loosened, while his stare softened. I uncrossed my arms across my chest and placed my elbows on the table, moving in to meet him towards the centre. Lazily, I rested my face in my hands, watching as he reached out to touch me, his index finger lightly grazing my elbow. As much as I wanted to pull away I remained still, feeling the pad of his finger gently slide across my skin. I licked my bottom lip and watched his eyes move downward, focusing on the contact between us. "Do you know what happens when an individual is getting suffocated?" He questioned, raising his brow.

I nodded.

"Tell me," he replied.

"Your blood oxygen saturation drops," I began. The second I started speaking I felt him move another finger to my skin, causing my muscles to tighten. As they did, he offered me a smile and pulled away, somehow respecting my discomfort. "Your CO2 levels also rise. These two things combined create an acidosis, which causes the amount of hydrogen ions to increase."

"Pretty and smart," Vince laughed. He tapped the table top in front of him and looked at my mouth again, biting down on his own.

I ignored his comment and continued talking. "This H+ surplus crosses the blood brain barrier, creating an acidic environment in the brain, which in turn increases your drive to breathe. However, if you're unable to do so you begin to panic." At the mention of the word panic my mind began to imagine Vince from our previous meeting. The look on his face as I moved across the room and wrapped my hands around his throat was something I'd never forget, even if I really wanted to. "After your epinephrine levels rise, you begin your sympathetic nervous response and your heart rate increases."

"Like your heart's doing right now?" Vince asked slyly. Carefully, he moved his hand toward my skin again, gripping the base of my forearm tightly. As he did, I looked at the two-way window and shook my head. Assuming that Rossi was watching, I knew he'd try to come in, which right now was the last thing I wanted.

After a couple of seconds of radio silence from outside I looked back at Vince, staring blankly at his smiling face. "Because you're low on oxygen your heart burns through any reserves you may have and you suffer an ischemic attack."

"Please, tell me more, Dr. Isla," he cooed.

I wasn't sure why, but after he spoke I moved my hand to his, lightly grabbing the base of his fingers. As I did, he looked down in confusion, watching as I tightened my grip and angrily pinned his hands against the table, narrowing my eyes. "Why are you still here?"

He opened his mouth and laughed in shock. "Am I not allowed to have a little fun before I inevitably get shackled away?" He questioned jokingly.

"I mean, sure, but what's the point of having fun if there isn't a reason for it?"

"You clearly haven't had the right kind of fun," he replied.

"Clearly not."

He moved his hands back to the edge of the table and narrowed his eyes. "Was what happened between us your first time?" He questioned.

"First time?"

"Hurting someone."

"No," I responded flatly.

"Who else have you hurt?" He raised his brow.

Instead of responding I merely shrugged my shoulders, unwilling to give him a proper answer. Vince, like every other psychopath wanted to feel special, to have power and control, and if I gave him that this whole thing was done. He didn't care if he went to prison or saw Marcus or even killed Reid. All he cared about was getting inside my head, ingraining his words and actions into the forefront of my brain so that even when he was away and long gone, I still thought about him.

"If you tell me who you've hurt I'll tell you what happened to Spencer."

Without another word I stood from my seat, flashing him a fake smile. "Unfortunately, unlike you Vince I don't pride myself on hurting others," I stated. Slowly, I gave his form a quick once over, noting the way his body tightened as I spoke. When I got to his face I pressed my lips together tightly, watching his brows furrow angrily.

Instead of reacting further I moved towards the door, keeping my eyes forward as I reached for the handle and let out a breath. From behind me, I heard his fists bang against the table. I closed my eyes tightly at the sound and opened the door, feeling his gaze burn through the back of my head.

As much as I wanted to hear what he had to say, nothing in this world could push me to stoop to his level. I wasn't like him. I didn't hurt people and what happened between us was merely just a result of my current state of mind. A state that his friend Liam put me in.

When I was half way out the door I stopped in my tracks and turned to face him, offering another smile. "If you ever want a redo on that deal of ours, let me know. I'd be happy to visit your prison cell." I shot him a wink and shut the door, letting out a panicked breath once I heard it click shut. Once outside, I leaned forward, pressing my palms against my knees as I took steady breaths.

"You okay?" Rossi rushed to my side and rubbed my upper back, flashing me a look of concern.

I gave him a thumbs up. As I did, he nodded and turned his attention towards the hall, motioning me to move. After that, I stood up straight and rubbed my stomach, feeling Rossi's hand guide me back towards the office. When we got there he pulled out a chair and sat me down. "What do you need?"

"I don't know," I replied honestly. Oddly enough, I let out a laugh and leaned back in my chair, causing him to raise his brow in confusion. "I just think I have a lot of adrenaline right now and could use a minute to just chill."

"Chill?" Rossi repeated questionably.

"Yes, chill."

"Well, uh, alright," he replied with a chuckle.

"Was that okay?" I asked abruptly. I looked up into his eyes, narrowing my own.

Rossi nodded his head and continued laughing, giving my back another rub. "I think that was okay."

"Okay, because honestly I had no idea what I was doing in there."

"Honestly neither did I," he replied with a sigh.

"I mean, that's not really a good thing to say to someone who's interrogating an unsub."

Rossi snorted and pulled up a chair next to me. "Yeah, well, Vince is a rare case who likes to reap chaos. Anything you would've said in there would've been turned against you."

"Yeah, well, it's a little late for that," I responded with a sigh. At this point, despite getting the upper hand in the conversation, he still had the evidence of his assault. Not only could he use it as potential blackmail, but if he was ever feeling particularly nasty he could definitely do worse.

I tried not to think too hard about it as I leaned forward and pressed the side of my face against the table, giving Rossi a sad look. Cautiously, he scanned the room, taking an extra second to look at the doorway before leaning forward and cupping his hand over his mouth. "Don't worry about it," he whispered.

I narrowed my eyes in confusion and opened my mouth, watching as he pressed a finger to his lips and leaned back. "Did y-"

"So, when's the wedding happening?" He smirked as he spoke and leaned back in his seat, crossing one leg over the other.

Slowly, I moved to sit up too, my face still contorted questionably as I watched him casually smile. At that moment I knew he did something he probably shouldn't. Immediately I shut my mouth and nodded faintly, turning my attention to the doorway. As if on cue, Reid and Hotch walked in. Like usual, Reid's hands were moving wildly in front of him as he spoke, while Hotch watched intently, his brows furrowed towards the centre of his face.

"Hey kid," Rossi nodded his chin in their direction, watching as both of them turned our way. As they did, Rossi grabbed my hand and put it on the table, motioning to the ring. "Congrats."

For a second Reid looked confused, causing me to laugh. Not long after though, he realized what he'd said and pressed his lips together, flashing us a tight lipped smile as the base of his cheeks began to turn red. "Thanks."

"How'd the interrogation go?" Hotch asked, completely ignoring Reid's sudden sheepishness.

"I don't actually know," I responded. I gave Rossi a side glance, hoping he could he provide a better answer.

"He refuses to talk," Rossi sighed and stood up. He smoothed out the front of his shirt and walked to the door, cocking his head towards the hall. Without a word, Hotch understood his actions and followed him outside, leaving Reid and I alone.

Both of us looked towards the empty doorway before Reid eventually made his way over to Rossi's seat and sat down, letting out a heavy sigh. "You okay?" He leaned back and placed his hand on my knee, running his finger along the seam of my slacks.

"No idea," I laughed nervously, placing my palm over his.

"What did he say?"

"Nothing worth mentioning," I replied with a shrug.

Thankfully, Reid left it at that, knowing how little I wanted to talk about it.

"I talked to Hotch about staying."

"Yeah? What'd he say?" I raised my brow curiously and inched towards the front of my seat, watching Reid's face break out into a smile. The second it did, I smiled back and tightened my grip on his hand, bouncing excitedly in my seat. "How many days?"

"Four," he replied, "I tried for five, but he wouldn't budge."

I rolled my eyes and snorted. "How unsurprising."

"Yeah, well, I do have a job to do."

"You also have a vacation to have," I pointed out.

"Is it really a vacation if I have to spend it with you?" He asked with a smirk. Playfully I smacked his arm, watching him quickly recoil. "Um, excuse me, ma'am that's spousal abuse."

"I can assure you it isn't," I retorted jokingly.

"In a police precinct, no less." He shook his head in fake disbelief and moved his hand from my leg, tucking it underneath his arm as he crossed it over his chest. "I could have you arrested."

I leaned forward, motioning him to do the same. As he did, I pressed my forehead against his and narrowed my eyes, trying my best to look as serious as possible, despite feeling a huge urge to laugh. "Fucking arrest me then."

"You're lucky free speech exists, otherwise I'd probably arrest you for that too," he replied.

I broke out into a laugh and pulled away, watching him do the same. "Maybe instead of arresting me you can cuff me to the bed and teach me a lesson?" I wiggled my brows and bit my lip, watching as he rolled his eyes and gave me fake unimpressed look.

"Alright, now that's just disgusting," Morgan stated. Both of us looked up to see him standing at the doorway, gripping a mug of coffee. Awkwardly, he stared us down and sipped his drink, refusing to step inside, despite Prentiss and Alex telling him to do so.

Prentiss snuck into the room, crouching underneath his arm. She turned around and shot him a grumpy look, pulling at the hem of her shirt before looking over at us and narrowing her eyes. "Save the dirty talk for your hotel, yeah?"

Alex followed behind her, exchanging an unimpressed looked with Reid. "How about we don't dirty talk at all, because despite what you may have been told, hotel walls are actually not thick enough to block out sound."

Reid closed his eyes in embarrassment, which in turn resulted in the rest of the team laughing. Supportively, I reached out to grab Reid's my shoulder, giving it a light squeeze before letting out a heavy sigh.