7:00 pm
Nikki’s Townhouse
Nikki read Simon’s latest post and smiled to herself. Simon was trying to see if he could spare someone like he did previously with Foxtrot and thought that maybe she had something to do with this crack in Simon’s armor. Now to the more pressing matter, how did she feel about the prospect of meeting Simon? Thrilled, exhilarated, scared, excited, Nikki was good at throwing descriptors out there, just not one hundred percent certain that she knew how she truly felt. She didn’t fear Simon anymore, she knew in her heart he wouldn’t hurt her, at least physically, but there are a lot of ways to hurt someone. Simon should know better than anyone.
Nikki started typing:
“Dear Simon:
I do believe you won’t hurt me. It took me a long time to come to this place, but no, I don’t think you mean me harm. At least not intentionally. You do know you are the most wanted man in the country right now and no one even knows your name or what you look like. The BAU has honored your deal about keeping our communication confidential between only the two of us, but I don’t imagine they will allow it much longer.
What will I do when we meet? That is the question isn’t it, I don’t know. I feel like I know you at a deeper level than anyone I have ever met, yet I refer you back to the paragraph above. I don’t know. What would you have me do?
I was thinking about you when I was standing there the other day.
Good night Simon.
Nikki”