Chapter 1
Spencer Reid woke to find himself crammed on the floor board of an old pickup truck that sped down highway one. It was dark except from when oncoming traffic would light up his Captor's face. He had no idea how long they had been driving. The driver stared straight ahead with a stern look on his face. On the dashboard, out of sight from his prisoner sat a 9mm hand gun, one bullet already missing from when he had shot Spencer in the leg.
Looking down at Spencer, he had something, but Spencer couldn't quite make out the words from his drugged induced haze. Whatever he had been given made it very difficult to concentrate and unconsciousness threatened to overcome him once more.
"W-What?"
Angrily the driver's right hand went to the gun and he once again pointed it right to Spencer's forehead.
"I said to stay down and stay quiet!" he yelled.
Spencer jumped and pressed further against the floorboard. His left leg throbbed from the gunshot wound in his thigh.
Several more vehicles passed, leaving Spencer feeling more and more alone. With each passing second, he felt like he had less and less of a chance that his friends would ever find him alive.
From just the amount of time that he had been awake, his guess is that they were already quite a few miles away from where he and Emily had last been at the man's house.
The sound of the old truck pulling over caused Spencer's stomach to churn.
"W-What are you going to do?" Spencer asked in a quiet voice.
He didn't say a word as he reached deep into his pocket to pull out a needle and a small glass jar filled with some kind of drugs. Immediately Spencer thought about being kidnapped and drugged by Tobias and how all that he had gone through.
"N-No, please. There isn't any need for drugs. I-I'm injured and no threat. I won't fight you, I promise!"
He didn't reply. Spencer watched as he placed through the rubber stopper of the glass jar and pulled up on the plunger to fill the glass container with a white milky substance.
"Miles." Spencer said. "Please don't do this. You can just keep driving. I will not try to escape. Please. You really don't have to do this."
Miles still did not reply. He took the needle, leaned over the seat and roughly stabbed it into Spencer's left leg and pushed the plunger down. He didn't wait for the drugs to take effect, but just pulled right back onto the highway and continued to drive.
Spencer felt the cold liquid enter him followed by burning. Whatever Miles had given him he could tell that it was already taking effect. Once again the haze completely filled his head and his eyes grew heavy. Unconsciousness once again claimed him.
Miles continued to drive up the long highway that followed California's beautiful coast. It had been a big risk to take an FBI agent and now he had to get out of town. He would keep the agent alive just in case in needed some leverage.
Already the FBI was searching his house and his computer. Now he had to get all new stuff. Since he did just drug his prisoner…
Taking the next exit, Miles went to the nearest electronic store where he stole a computer, a couple of monitors, a large power strip, a special keyboard with mouse, a digital camera and a network device. All new stuff to start over on his "mission."
With everything he needed crammed in the front seat and behind the seat of the truck, Miles once again pulled back onto the highway and headed north.
A bolt of lightning lit up the sky and all at once it began to pour. The sky was filled with large threatening storm clouds. A huge storm was supposed to hit northern California sometime that week
Since fleeing Los Angeles, Miles had been constantly looking over his shoulder. He swore that someone had been following him.
Arriving to an old abandoned ware house, miles began to bring in all his computer supplies into the driest section he could find, followed by his prisoner.
He tied Spencer's writs and angles to the chair, not caring if his prisoner now sat in the wettest part of the building. Then turning his back, he went to set up his computer. Not a sound could be heard from the abandoned part of town. He really wasn't that from LA.
Again Spencer woke, but this time in a large cold building. Through blurry vision, he glanced around, finally focusing on an outline of a tall figure. When his vision did finally clear, he found himself watching Miles put the computer together. Miles paid no attention to Spencer, nor did he care if his prisoner was awake.
Miles continued with his little "project" wondering why the hell he really brought this FBI agent with him. He would be just a pain in the ass and more to have to worry about if the others actually found him here.
Still…he was pretty good looking for a famine looking guy….
Miles looked over at Spencer, and the look gave him chills. Spencer really did not want to know what Miles was thinking about him right now. Spencer was reminded on how the victims felt just before their killer would kill them.
Righting himself, Miles stood and made his way over to Spencer. He smiled at the sight of Spencer flinching. He stopped and kneeled at his feet.
"No matter how much you scream, nobody will be able to hear you."
He pulled out the needle and drugs from his pocket. A small whimper was heard and Miles just smiled an unnerving smile. It pleased him to see fear just roll off the younger man.
Filling it once again with the drugs, he once again injected the milky substance into the younger man's injured leg. He laughed in pure joy as tears just rolled down Spencer's checks.
Like before, he felt the cold, followed by the intense burning. Then slowly the darkness would swallow him up.
The last thing Spencer saw before he went unconscious was Miles looming over him, grinning from ear to ear.
