The tension was high, so we're the stakes. I knew I could beat him at this game of cards if I played it right.
I couldn't read his face. He couldn't read mine. Also, it was like every move I made, he analyzed it and made a mental note. I wish he didn't he is so stupid and weird.
" What happens if she wins? What does she get?" Derek asks as the whole jet was quiet, ready to reveal the Winner
" Pride and Dignity," I say, holding my cards in my hands.
" You know I grew up in Vegas, right?" Spencer says, all cocky.
" You know I knew that. And yet, I am still confident I will win this game and take your pride and dignity while you cry like a child. " Y/n says as she's confident she'll win.
" May the best player win," he says quietly, still has a poker face on him.
Spencer lays down his cards, reveling he had a full house. He then smiled, trying to get his poker chips.
I stopped him smiling, placing down my cards.
Which contained a royal flush, meaning I won, and I saw Spencer reids stupid face shocked and mad that I have won.
Everyone cheered for me as I took my poker chips.
" What, I never lose..." he says, trying to process what had just happened.
" Well, get used to it, Reid. I just whipped you in poker," I say, gloating.
" Good job y/n I think I have a nickname for you already," Derek says, smiling and patting me on the back.
" Oh, what is it?" I ask, looking up at him.
He stands there smiling proudly, and then he says.
" Your new nickname will now and forever be poker face because you beat pretty boy here by a joker card," He says proudly.
I giggled, taking in my victory and sitting there with my arms crossed, looking at Spencer, who was sulking and crossing his arms, looking out the window
" Sorry Spencer, I had to gloat," I say kinda condescending him.
He just sits there quietly, not saying a word or even looking at me or anybody.
A couple more hours passed, and it was now nighttime, and I was asleep, but I could feel eyes looking at me.
I was sleeping in my chair, listening to the Swan Lake soundtrack.
I still could feel the eyes on me. I couldn't shake them off of me. I opened my own eyes and saw everyone sleeping.
I was paranoid ever since the last case I had.
I have diagnosed myself as a paranoid person since I was a psychology major and doctor.
But something about these eyes that are looking at me I could feel them looking at me.
I was getting up from my seat. I was going towards the bathroom to at least wash my face to distract myself from being paranoid.
The sink was pushing out water, and I cupped my hands, washing my face. I wasn't looking at the mirror.
I opened my eyes to see myself in the mirror. I wasn't alone it was the unsub I had on my last case he was holding a knife, and that's it, I'm dead.
I screamed, trying to take him down, but as soon as I turned to take him down, he was gone like he wasn't even there.
Thank God no one heard me scream. I didn't wake anyone up with my screams, or so I thought i was met with a knock at the door.
" Y/n?, are you okay it's giddeon," He says quietly, knocking on the bathroom door.
I was on the floor, unable to move. I was too scared to incase the unsub showed up again.
" Can i come in?" Giddeon says in a comforting tone. I knew what he was thinking he knew I was going crazy.
I couldn't talk. I was just frozen on the floor with the muffled sounds of Swan Lake still playing in my headphones.
He finally manages to open the door to see me on the floor he of course, was concerned and asked me if I was alright physically.
" Y/n?, what happened?" he asks me
I still could not process it. How did it feel and look so real that I am just haunted by the past? Is this the debt I owed to the universe.
" Can you talk?" He asks me once more
I finally shook my head no slightly, almost not at all.
I was too scared to move after the encounter of my past experiences haunting me still.
He then puts his hand on my back. I flinched and had an expressive look of shock and fear on my face.
" Woah, it's okay. I'm not going to hurt you y/n" he says, comforting me once more.
I then had the courage to sit up and stare at the man in his face.
" Did you have a nightmare," he asks me, trying to solve and analyze my situation.
" No sir, I uh...I don't know what just happened," I say hesitancy in my voice.
My fear was that he would kick me off the case, and I would be back at square one.
Unemployed, with PTSD from my past haunting me every chance it got.
" I have nightmares also...about cases I had years ago also it comes and goes every once in a while but I manage"
he says, still with his hand on my knee, this time trying his best to comfort me.
" How do you do it?" I ask him, almost muttering to him.
He looks down and then looks back at me.
" I think about all the people I saved and all the people who would've been the next victim if I hadn't stopped the unsubs," he says to me
I then thought long and hard how his words would probably have an effect on me in the end.
I was breathing heavily still like something was on my chest, an anvil or something heavy.
" Y/n, you need to calm down, do breathing exercises. You are safe here. Whoever you think is out to get you, they are not here," giddeon says, reassuring me
It took me over an hour to calm down finally. But I managed to calm down and return to my seat. No one noticed except Giddeon.
I finally took some melatonin and felt my eyes getting heavy as I drifted off to sleep.
I was awoken by the weight of a bag. My bag and I looked up to see who dropped it on me so suddenly, then I saw his skinny body.
" What the heck!" I shouted at him, pulling my headphones out of my ears.
He gave me a glare and shook his head no and went out of the plane. I then gathered my stuff getting off also.
I chased after him.
" SPENCER REID GET BACK HERE!" I yelled. I reached my limit. I was angry.
He then stepped in the car we were going in to drive to the hotel. I then grabbed him and closed the door.
