The game will always continue

Seduction

*Reid enters the room again with a smirk. He moves closer to her chair, speaking in a low, almost seductive tone* "You know, Tiffany, it's cute that you think these attempts at distraction will work." *He circles around her slowly* "You're transparent. And you cannot flirt not suprised though only old men wear turtle necks" *She taps her nails on the table again staring straight ahead as he circles her now bored with him. Spencer lets out a genuine laugh, while Hotch nearly chokes on his coffee in the observation room* "Well, someone's got quite the ageist attitude. But then again, that's to be expected from someone whose victims were all within 10 years of her age." "I like an older man with a fashion sense" *She says as Spencer stops behind her chair, his hands gripping the backrest as he leans down close to her ear* "Funny you mention that, because Hotch has been watching this whole exchange through the mirror." *He whispers his hot breath ghosting her ear* "I don't like men that old." *Spencer runs his fingers through his hair, getting into character as he sits on the edge of the table next to her* "So tell me, what about these "older men" makes you so angry?" *He asks, tracing his finger across Tiffany's arm. She shrugs* "You're the profiler you tell me" *Reid's eyes narrow, his expression becoming more analytical as he continues the act* "Hmm... Is it that you feel rejected by them? Maybe they didn't take you seriously because you're a woman? Women are just as capable as men" *Tiffany says, Reid raises an eyebrow, continuing his psychological probe* "Then why do you kill men? If women are so capable, why not target other women instead?" *Tiffany stands up circling around Spencer, her fingers trailing across his shoulders as she circles the table.* "Why would I kill other women when every girl is just misunderstood" *She stops behind him her hands sliding up the sides of his neck. Hotch stands abruptly in the other room, his face showing genuine concern Rossi interjects quickly* "Hold on Hotch, let's see what she does. This might be a breakthrough." "You know I know what your doing" *She presses her thumbs into the back of his neck working out the tension as she grinds her knuckles into his neck kneading the skin massaging it to get the knots out.* "Do you want me to tell you stories? About how much they screamed, begged me to stop told me about their familes, their children they had, their cries were simply music to my ears." *Spencer's body stiffens at her touch, but he maintains his composure. The team watches in stunned silence* "Maybe later. For now, let's focus on you, Tiffany. Why make them suffer so brutally?" *His voice remains steady despite the massage* "That's the thing though love isn't it" *Her tounge runs up the shell of his ear her tounge capsule piercing cold on his skin* "Why is their pain anyone's problem but their own" *Her hand slides down the front of his chest unbuttoning his uniform slowly. Spencer's heartbeat becomes visible through his shirt, his hands instinctively gripping the table edge. The team is frozen in shock at the unexpected turn* "Well, you're wrong about that..." *He breathes heavily, still trying to maintain professionalism* "Their pain matters because it hurts others. Like their families." *Tiffany shrugs* "That's not my problem." *She whispers in his ear. Hotch pounds on the glass, finally losing his cool* "That's enough! Get out of there, Reid! This is completely unacceptable!" *Rossi holds him back again* "Wait Hotch, let's see if she gives us more details on her victims while she's... occupied." *Tiffany's hands slide down Spencer's chest feeling him up more* "Tell me about you now Dr. Reid" *Spencer's breath hitches, caught between the act and maintaining his limits* "I... I'm just a profiler. Nothing interesting about me compared to your life." *He struggles to stay focused* "Mm do you have a girlfriend doctor?" *Her voice becomes more seductive Spencer glances toward the glass before answering hesitantly* "Um... yes, actually. Her name's Maeve." *He stumbles over his words, realizing the dangerous direction this is going. Her fingers slide up the front of his neck cupping his jaw with both hands pulling his head back so he can look up at her* "Does she make your heart race like I am right now?" *Spencer pulls away abruptly, his hands shaking slightly* "No. You don't make me feel anything. You're just a criminal who needs help." *He takes several steps back, reaching for the door* "Does she make you feel special like pretty little girlfriends should." *Reid's hand slams against the wall, trapping her between his arms and the concrete. His voice drops to a threatening growl* "I'll make sure you never see sunlight again." *She smirks leaning in even closer her lips ghosting his her body fitting perfectly against his* "Your so hot when your angry doctor Reid" *Spencer slams her against the wall with force, holding her firmly in place. His eyes are dark and furious* "I'm warning you. One more move and I'll have you transferred to a maximum-security facility." *His body remains tense, but controlled. Tiffany's eyes remain locked on Spencer's she can see mania creeping into them she runs her spiky pink tounge ball over her teeth in an attempt to provoke him further. Reid's expression shifts dangerously, a mixture of rage and clinical observation.* "That mania you're trying to trigger... it's written all over your face." *He speaks in a dangerously low voice* "You want to push me because you're afraid of facing consequences." "No I want you to hurt me." *She presses her body against his more* "I want you to pin me down and leave bruises that don't go away for days. That something you're capable of doing doctor?" *Spencer's jaw clenches so tightly she can see the muscles working, his control hanging by a thread* "You want to get raped? Fine." *He suddenly spins her around, twisting her arm behind her back roughly* "It'll get you exactly what you deserve." *His other hand grabs her shoulder firmly, applying just enough pressure to hurt* "Let's see how you like being controlled by someone you underestimated." *Tiffany smirks letting him do whatever he wants. Spencer leans close to her ear, his breath hot against her skin as he speaks* "You're getting exactly what you want. Just remember - you asked for this." *He tightens his grip on her arm. Spencer leans close to her ear, his breath hot against her skin as he speaks* "Reid, that's enough! She's baiting you! Get away from her!" *The sound of Hotch's panicked voice comes through the speakers. Tiffany lifts her head looking back at Spencer through hooded eyelids. Spencer maintains his grip, but there's a flicker of conflict in his eyes. He knows this is a dangerous game.* "Is this what you do? Make men hurt you to feel powerful?" *His voice carries a mix of anger and clinical detachment. She runs her hand through her hair draping it over her shoulder. Spencer's free hand grabs her hair, pulling her head back roughly* "How about we discuss your parents? That seems to be a pattern in your life - daddy issues." *His voice becomes calculated and analytical despite the physical control. Tiffany smirks* "You think I have daddy issues? That I need a man to punish me for being a naughty girl?" *Spencer forces her to look directly into his eyes, his grip never wavering* "No, I think you fear men. All of them." *He leans closer, his voice dropping to a whisper* "And that's why you make them hurt. Because deep down, you're terrified." *She smirks* "Clever aren't you doctor I wonder if that big brain works during sex." *Reid slams her against the table face down, his body pressing against hers* "Keep talking. See where it gets you." *He holds her firmly in place, his breathing controlled but heavy. Tiffany looks over her shoulder at him loving where this is going. Spencer leans over her, his voice barely audible* "You're exactly where you want to be. Completely in my control, aren't you?" *His hand moves to her throat, applying gentle pressure* "Let's see how much control you really have." "This doesn't hurt your a weak man" *She says arrogantly Spencer's expression darkens with a cold, menacing smile* "Oh, you have no idea what pain is, Tiffany." *He suddenly yanks her arm harder, forcing her to bend in half further over the table* "And I'm far from weak." "Harder" *Tiffany says as Spencer's hand tightens around her throat while his other hand pins her wrists behind her back* "Your pleasure in pain won't change the fact that I'm still in charge." *His tone remains calm, but there's an edge of darkness* "Then do it harder" *Spencer increases the pressure slightly, but maintains enough control to keep her conscious* "Your little games are becoming predictable. You're trying to manipulate me, but I won't break like your victims." *His thumb strokes her pulse point. Tiffany smirks pressing back against him. Reid maintains his composure, though she can feel his body's involuntary response* "Is this what makes you feel powerful? The thought that you're controlling someone else?" *His fingers trace her jawline now* "Because from where I'm standing, it looks like the opposite." *Tiffany lifts her head looking over her shoulder at Spencer through hooded eyelids* Your getting off on this I can feel it." *Reid's grip tightens momentarily, his breath catching as he struggles to control himself* "Physiological responses don't equate to enjoyment." *He tries to sound detached, but his voice betrays a hint of arousal* "And trust me, I'm fully aware of what you're doing." *She stands up a her back pressed firmly against his chest before she turns around to face him* "Then tell me what am I doing?" *Spencer maintains eye contact, his hands now on either side of her against the table* "You're trying to manipulate me through my own desires." *His eyes narrow* "Trying to make me cross that line I won't." *He adds* "Why won't you" *She sits back on the edge of the table wrapping her hand around his tie pulling him closer to her* "Show me what being with a real man feels like." *Spencer's fingers suddenly grip her wrist, stopping her movement with surprising strength* "No, I'm not going to give you what you want. You're not the first psychopath to try and seduce me." *His jaw clenches* "I'm sure I won't be the last either your a very attractive man Spencer Reid." *Spencer pulls back sharply, stepping away from her with calculated precision* "We're done here." *He adjusts his tie, his voice returning to professional coldness* "You lost your leverage when you started talking about my girlfriend." "Mm can I get one last request, one kiss before I'm locked up forever and never get to feel a man's touch again." *Her fingers trail along his shoulders, Spencer suddenly moves with predatory speed, slamming her back against the table with both hands on her shoulders* "Here's your kiss." *He presses his mouth against hers forcefully, then whispers against her lips* "And I hope it's the last one you'll ever receive." "You call that a kiss? Your pathetic." *She crashes her lips on his again deepening the kiss her metal studded tounge piercing scratching his tounge. Spencer violently breaks away, his face twisted in disgust and rage. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. Aaron enters the room* "Reid, back away now! That's enough." *Aaron's voice comes through, followed by hurried footsteps approaching the room. Spencer straightens his tie, breathing heavily as he steps back, while agents flood into the room to restrain Tiffany*