A/N: Hellooo everybody. This is just my second fanfiction story ever, so I appreciate reviews and criticism. :) I hope you like it.
The case had been exhausting, chasing a rapist and murderer of 7 women through different cities wasn't really Reids definition of a "relaxed case". His mind was racing with thoughts about the case and statistics concerning the unsub, while he was walking home. They had caught him in the end, but unfortunately the eighth victim didn't make it through, she had died minutes before the rapists arrest.
The image of her, dark hair, blue eyes, lying naked on the floor, her hands tied behind her back, a noose encircling her neck still haunted his memory. The job did get easier with time, but that didn't mean, that they didn't get to the profilers, they would just learn to push it out of their heads sooner.
He was walking slowly, taking his time, needing and enjoying the fresh air filling his lungs. He let his long fingers slide through his now short hair, still not quite used to it. He had been so lost in thought, that nothing around him got his attention. The images of the dead women on the autopsy tables rattled through his mind again and again, making him sigh. He pinched the bridge of his nose. He wished he would have gone out for drinks with the others, just to be distracted, but he had made the decision to go home and sleep for at least a week. The buzzing of his cellphone let him snap out of his train of thought.
On the display was written a message from Hotch:
"I am sorry, but a new case has come up just now, it's important. Please come back to the bar we are in. We'll go from here together as soon as you arrive. Hotch."
As Reid finished reading the text he groaned from disappointment. He couldn't believe it, he had to turn back now, where he'd almost arrived at his doorstep, so close to his bed. He stared at the display a few more seconds, a little angry, that Hotch didn't even take the time to call him and explain. But he was the boss, so he reluctantly turned around to start his way back to the bar.
Finally he stood across the street of the bar. He could see the people within through the windows. Nobody else was on the street, so Reid started to walk. But before his foot touched the concrete, he felt how his arms were grabbed from behind. He was in utter and complete shock, he even forgot to scream when he was pushed against the wall. His gun was thrown away.
He opened his mouth to scream for his friends, who were just across the street, but immediately he felt the cold steel of a gun barrel against his throat. He closed his mouth again, too afraid to do anything. Reids hazelnut eyes looked pleadingly at his attacker, his heart was racing. The cold eyes of a muscular, tall man stared back, whose lips formed a malicious grin. "Hello Agent Reid, it's nice to finally actually meet you."
The man kept his gun at his throat, his blue eyes directly looking into Reids. With the other hand he reached behind his back and brought forward a roll of duct tape. When the slender doctor saw that he started to babble: "Please, I wont scream, there's no need for that." He pointed at the roll of duct tape.
"Oh, I know you wont scream, you wouldn't want to get your friends killed, now would you?" He grinned at Reid.
Reids eyes widened. "How.. how did you know my name, and where my friends are? What do you want?" His whole body was trembling.
"Those are a lot of questions and I wont be the one to answer them." He took out a rag from his pocket. "You can save them for later." With that he stuffed the rag into Reids mouth and quickly put duct tape over his lips to secure it.
Reid was so surprised, he almost choked on the rag. He started to struggle, trying to push the man away, but he was way too strong. The man then threw Reid on the ground and pulled his arms behind his back. He duct taped his wrists together, until there were at least ten layers. When he was done he pulled Reid up, who was squirming, near tears. He pushed him towards a black van.
Reid saw the mans intention and fought, he screamed in his gag, despair taking a hold of him, he couldn't be taken, not again, not just a few feet away from his friends. The man held him in place, sliding the the door of the van open, when the door across the street was suddenly opened and a tall familiar looking man stepped outside.
Reids gaze fell upon that man, and he screamed even louder, to no avail. It was Morgan, and behind him followed his entire team. Immediately the man pulled Reid behind the van, just enough so he could still see the FBI agents. Reid was desperate, they were so close, but didn't even realize he was in danger. Tears welled up in his eyes, he saw them laughing. Hotch, who came out last seemed to be occupied with his pockets.
The young doctor was looking at his friends, hoping they would notice him. He heard a whisper: "Say goodbye. You probably won't see them again." Then Reid was yanked back and thrown into the van.
"Have any of you seen my phone?" Hotch looked at his team-members. They were laughing still after they had left the bar. Only JJ heard him. "What? No, you didn't take it out all evening. Seems like a miracle, if you ask me." She raised her eyebrows, attempting a smile, and hoping that he wouldn't mind the joke.
Faintly behind her she heard a car speeding away. Hotch patted down all his pockets, but there was no sign of his phone. "One time I go out and my phone gets stolen. Perfect, just perfect." His agitated voice made all of the others turn to him.
"What's up?" Morgans deep voice was to hear. Hotch looked at them and said with a serious voice: "My phone is gone. It must have been stolen." He looked back to the bar and looked back at the events of the evening.
Any contact with somebody he didn't know? One time sprung to his mind, a man had bumped into him on the way to the toilet. He had apologized, but didn't look into Hotchs face.
Hotch turned around to rush back into the bar, followed closely by his team. He whirled around, looking for a familiar figure, then his eyes fell on the bar, and there lay a phone. It was his, he grabbed it and looked through his files.
No new calls or sent e-mails. But a text message had been sent. To Reid. He read through the message a few times, with every time his face grew darker. "I didn't send this...", he mumbled.
"Did you find it?" Garcia looked at him with a curious look on her round, sweet face.
When he turned to his team a deep frown was on his face. They all knew something was wrong. Fun-time was over. "We have a problem."
A/N: So? How did you like it? Interesting? Or just boring? Please be honest and feel free to bring ideas... ^^ Thanks for reading!