LETHAL ( Spencer reid x Reader)

Chapter Two: Playing a part

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.