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Dr. Spencer Reid (awkwardgenius) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,

Reid was used to nightmares, given his occupation. His mind played dark dreams over and over that night like a broken record, dreams of being trapped in a glass cage, watching but unable to do anything as his fellow agents at the BAU were each tortured right in front of him. Empathy could be a curse as well as a blessing, his nightmares most likely born from watching the other prisoners watch their friends on the screen.

He awoke to the sound of someone moving, his thin body twisted awkwardly, uncomfortably, on the hard floor. He had opted to sleep on the ground, giving up the privilages of cots and mattresses for the others. He lifted his head in confusion at first, before remembering where he was, his stomach squeezing with dread at the reminder that he was trapped.

Then he smelled cool, fresh air, and his head snapped up sharply, hair askew and sticking up to one side, clothes wrinkled and twisted as he got to his knees. The door was wide open and there was a silhouette standing in it. At first, Reid was afraid, but then the man spoke and he relaxed a little, recognizing his voice. It was the British man from before, the one he had arrived with.

"It- it's open..." he commented with some disbelief, getting his feet under him and ignoring the cramps and stiffness in his muscles, and the way the twisted limbs tingled. "They're... letting us out...?"

The profiler saw the weapons in the man's hands and swallowed a little, stepping forward. "You... Know them, don't you? Kimberly, and Connor...?"