He's getting tired of being drugged and kidnapped. Twice in ten days is enough for a lifetime.
Reid opens his eyes in dim, damp quiet, staring up at a cold gray concrete ceiling. Everything around him smells of
slowly rusting metal and mildew. A single light bulb is tucked into a small socket above him, but it is dark. The only
light he sees comes from the same direction as his feet.
He tips his chin, looking toward the illumination. Bars. To his right another slab of concrete. Same on his left. Reid
swings his legs sideways, taking his time sitting up as his stomach protests the treatment he's received. He is forced to
sit with his head in his hands for several long moments while echoing sounds drift to him, as though from a great
distance, through the thick bars of his cell.
It's definitely a prison of some kind. Has that feel to it. Not that Reid has ever been in prison, but it's exactly as he