I woke up on a cold concrete floor with my head pounding like someone had taken a hammer to it. My head felt like someone had taken a hammer to it repeatedly. I groaned and immediately regretted it.
I forced my eyes open slowly.
The room was small, no windows, just one heavy metal door with probably a bolt on the outside. Gray ceiling and gray walls. Fantastic.
The air smelled like pine resin mixed with something sharp and chemical underneath.
I pushed myself upright too fast, and the room tilted hard enough that I had to brace a hand against the floor.
My hands weren't tied, but my phone and bag were gone. I pushed myself up again but slowly this time, and still winced.
"Easy," Reid said from across the room.
I looked up.
He sat against the opposite wall, already wide awake. He looked alert, eyes moving over every inch of the room.
"How long have you been awake?" I asked.
"A while."
