At some point I fell asleep. When I woke up I felt the bed move as Reid slid to the edge, his feet swinging over the mattress and quietly hitting the floor. He groaned as he stretched. I opened one eye, watching him roll his shoulders back and moan, his bones cracking as he tossed his neck from side to side. I bit my lip, staring at the back of his head. His hair, like usual, was messy; sticking up in various spots wildly while still somehow managing to look cute.

When he turned I quickly shut my eyes again, feeling my heartbeat quicken. Even though he was fully aware of how much I was still in love with him the idea of him catching me staring was still enough to send me into frenzy of embarrassment.

"Do you mind if I steal your shower?"

I opened my eyes, pulling the covers over the bottom half of my face as I shook my head.

He pushed himself off the bed, rubbing his eyes as he walked into the bathroom and closed the door.

For a while I laid there silently, listening to the sound of him unbuckling his belt and yawning. I swallowed hard and closed my eyes, imagining how he looked that first night we spent together. I felt my face grow hot, my mind running through the events like a full length film, remembering every last detail. Awkwardly, I wriggled under the covers, curling up into an uncomfortable ball. I couldn't help, but feel ashamed for thinking about it. Reid and I were just friends and as much as I wanted more I knew it wasn't right.

The shower head turned on. I opened my eyes again, hearing him step into the tub. Slowly, I sat up, pushing back a couple of loose strands of hair behind my ear as I felt my face grow hot. The majority of me hated how attracted to him I was, even though I knew there wasn't a whole lot I could do about it. Biologically I couldn't choose who my body craved and although it was annoying, the other much smaller part of me was somehow glad it was him. Spencer Reid was the perfect specimen and he deserved to have girls lusting after him.

I felt the area between my legs pulse uncomfortably, causing me to tightly shut my eyes and swear under my breath. I swung my legs over the edge of the bed, pressing my thighs together tightly as I balled up my fists and rested them against my knees. Since I got home I hadn't been able to relieve myself; something I started doing pretty often once I moved to London. At first I thought it was kind of weird, but eventually after an informative talk with Prentiss, I ended up starting to like it.

"Are you okay?"

My eyes shot open. I turned to face Reid who was standing at the doorway drying his hair with a towel. Thankfully he was fully clothed, the only difference being he ditched his tie. The top button of his shirt was still undone, exposing a small space at the centre of his chest. Even though it wasn't much I still feel uncomfortable looking at it. I pressed my lips together, suppressing an embarrassing groan as I nodded my head.

He narrowed his eyes, scanning my frame which was now hunched over the bed in extreme discomfort. "What are you doing?"

"Stretching," I lied. I leaned forward and raised out my hands.

He looked completely unconvinced at my response, but thankfully didn't push the matter. Instead, he wandered back into the bathroom.

I let out a heavy sigh and leaned my elbows against my knees. I pressed the palms of my hands against my eyes, pushing down as I mentally screamed at the top of my lungs. If he knew I was horny for him he'd never let me live it down.

"Hey, uh..." he walked over to my side and tapped my shoulder.

I jumped at his touch, moving away from his hand as I looked up to meet his gaze, which looked very confused.

He held out his phone towards me, motioning me to look at the screen. When I did I panicked, grabbing the device from his grip to bring it closer to my face. On it, was picture of the man in the alley. His smile was wide, just like the night I'd seen him, only it seemed less happy, less genuine somehow. He was standing next to a woman who looked to be his mom, the two of them holding each other in their arms with a lake in the background.

As I scanned the details of the picture, I felt my throat tighten and my palms start to sweat. I let out a couple of panicked breaths, looking up at Reid who sat down next to me and started rubbing my upper back. "Who is this?" I asked, shoving the phone back to him.

"Kane Peters," he replied. He took one last look at the picture, his brow furrowing as he threw his phone back into his pocket. "Rossi finally got Marcus to give us a name."

I blinked, not entirely sure how to respond. Just because they knew this guy's name didn't mean that this was over. Killers evaded the law all the time and while I was felt somewhat confident that this wasn't one of those cases I couldn't help, but still feel scared.

"Hotch wants us at the office."

I stood up immediately, running my fingers through my hair.

"You okay?"

"I mean, yeah, I guess," I shrugged, "just kind of overwhelmed. Now that we know who this guy is it just feels more real."

Reid stood up too, giving my hand a reassuring squeeze as he pulled me towards the stairs.

I gripped his hand tightly, not wanting him to let go. As we walked up I cut in front, dragging him toward Luke's room, which was thankfully already open. I knocked on the doorframe, watching as he turned in his chair and raised his brow. "They got a lead. Reid and I have to go to the office."

"Okay."

"I'll lock the door when I leave and let the police escorts outside know what's going on," I responded.

He nodded his head.

"I'll text you when I know more."

"Sounds good. Be safe."

"You too." I dragged Reid back through the hallway, grabbing my house keys off the hook near the door before opening it and stepping outside. As much as I wanted to keep holding his hand I let go, locking the door behind me. I jiggled the handle to double check before turning back to Reid and sighing. At that moment I think he saw how much I needed him, because without saying a word he grabbed my hand again. We walked out to the police vehicle outside to talk to the officer. Reid explained the situation, earning a nod of confirmation from the man in the driver's seat before we ran back to his car and hopped in. The second we got onto the road he turned to look at me, his lips pressed together as his reached over and grabbed my hand again.

I swallowed hard, staring forward. My mind was reeling, imagining all the possible outcomes as I felt Reid lace his fingers through mine.

"You're okay," he cooed.

"I know."

"We're going to find him."

We turned to face each other. I went to say something, but stopped when I saw Reid's eyes widen. Before I could even comprehend what was happening the right side of my body erupted in a fit of pain. I flung wildly around my seat like a rag doll, the pain jolting aggressively around the rest of me as I shut my eyes and felt my breathing stop. Loud screeches and crunches filled my ears, while the sharp feeling of glass covered my skin.

The car skidded across the road, eventually stopping near the edge of the sidewalk as it crumbling in on itself. I felt my leg get pinned against a section of the door that had caved in slightly. I groaned in pain, trying desperately to move.

I heard Reid groan beside me, the sound of his seatbelt unbuckling caused me to slowly open my eyes. Unfortunately I couldn't see anything. Everything around me swirled in a cloud of blinding fog. I blinked, groaning again as I tried to pull my leg out from the wreckage.

"Isla," Reid let out an exhausted sigh.

"Spe..." Even my mouth hurt too much to talk. I grazed my tongue along the front of my teeth and tasted blood. I scrunched up my face in disgust, a small sob forming at the base of my throat. I needed my eyes to work. I needed to look over and see that he was okay. I just needed him to be okay.

Reid's breathing quickened beside me, the sound of his body moving rapidly. I had no idea what he was doing so I slowly turned my neck so that I was facing him. As I did so, I heard the door creak open, my leg moving with it. I screamed at the pain, the sob I once held escaping from my bloodied lips. Despite the pain I doubled over, feeling every muscle burn inside me.

A pair of hands found their way to my torso, slowly grazing along my chest to follow the fabric of the seatbelt. I blinked a couple of times, turning my head towards the door slowly. "Is... is he okay?" Nobody answered. The hands found their way to the buckle, clicking it open before they slowly slid down my stomach, to my thigh. I felt a shiver run through my spine, knowing how wrong this felt.

"Sp-"

"Don't touch her." I heard Reid say quietly.

I swallowed hard, feeling the hands slowly make their way down to my leg. They gripped the base of where it was stuck, quickly ripping it out from it's trapped state. The second they did I screamed again, feeling a piece of sharp metal slice through my skin. I reached out for Reid blindly, my hand making contact with his torso. I heard him groan and grip the edge of my fingers. I sobbed again. Even though I couldn't see him I at least knew he was alive. He was moving and breathing and that meant he was going to be okay.

I turned to hug him, but before I could the hands tucked themselves under my armpit and yanked me out of the car. I screamed, feeling my already beat up body crash into the pavement.

Reid yelled from inside the vehicle, his angered voice ringing through my ears. I shakily brought my hand to my head, cringing at the sound. Everything felt so loud.

The hands grabbed me again, clutching the front of my sweater to pull me upwards. At this point I was so exhausted I couldn't move. My head slumped backwards, my neck straining as my torso lifted off the ground. Through the ringing I heard another voice, their hot breath hitting the side of my neck as their fist made contact with my face.

Before I blacked out I thought I heard laughing.