Truthfully, he wasn't surprised by this. He was a danger magnet. He'd been drugged, shot, poisoned, kidnapped, and in pretty much every danger you can imagine. Sure, most people would be surprised to wake up handcuffed to a metal pipe in a dark basement with no memory of how or why they were there. But not him. The perks of being SSA Dr. Spencer Reid. He sighed. Racking his brain for an explanation to his current predicament. Loosing memories was not normal for him. The only other time something like this had happened was…. Oh no! Fear flashed through him. Had he been given Dilaudid again? No… this wasn't the same. Something was wrong with his mind. What could have caused his amnesia? A memory of his head exploding in pain flashed across his mind. He noticed it was still there, a slight dull ache. He must have suffered a minor concussion of some kind. As he pushed his mind harder, he found he could barely remember anything. He couldn't even remember Garcia's first name. This was not good.
He looked around the room slowly. The walls and floor were made of plain grey concrete. There were no windows. The door was heavy and wooden. It was sloppily painted sterile white, and there was a small window in the top. He could see metal bars covering it. On the far side of the room, directly across from him was a work bench of some kind. It was covered with screwdrivers, hammers, saws, wooden boards, and an white flat screen computer. Long bar-shaped lights hung from the ceiling, barley giving off a glow and flickering every one or two minutes. His hands were cuffed behind him with sturdy heavy metal hand cuffs. The pipe went straight up and down from the floor to the ceiling, and appeared to be made out of bronze. He couldn't break the pipe and he had nothing to pick the lock with. There was no way he could escape. It was then he noticed the severe pain in his leg. Every time he moved it, shivers went through his body. Was it broken? Reid looked at the strange way it was bent. Look liked it. His chances of running away from the unsub were now very slim. How in the world could he get away?
As usual, Hotch was the first to arrive to the BAU that morning. He began to walk up to his office when he heard it crunch beneath his feet. Glass. The window in the round table room was broken. Had something been stolen? He pulled out his gun, opening the door to find nothing there. There were several knocked over stacks of paper and chairs. Hotch surveyed the room, when he stepped behind the table he found something shocking. A badge, ID, gun, and blood. He picked up the ID. SSA Dr. Spencer Reid it read. If Reid's stuff was here… then where was he? He pulled out his phone, dialing the team's numbers. Telling them to hurry.
The door slammed open, temporarily filling the room with light before slamming shut again. A blond woman who stood about 5'4 with tanned skin stood before him. She was about 30, wearing a pair of black yoga pants and a sports bra. She was sweating and had an iPod strapped to her arm. She looked like she had just pulled her hair out of a ponytail after returning home from a long run. She looked vaguely familiar, but he couldn't place her.
"Hello Spencer." She said coolly.
"Who are you?" he asked.
"Don't you remember me? Maybe I did a little more damage then I meant with that baseball bat."
"Why are you doing this to me?"
"They all ask that." She sighed. "I don't really know. I just want to."
"Please… tell me who you are."
"My name is Alex Madeline Booker. Remember me now?"
"Alex…" Reid was surprised that he had not remembered how she looked. He could barley picture it through the heavy fog that was covering his minds. It was hazy, but he could see the resemblance.
"So sorry to hurt your head, Spencer. Something had to be done."
Another memory flashed through his mind. Alex sitting with him in her car. They were both sixteen. Alex was in high school and Reid was in college. Alex was behind the wheels laughing as she turned a corner. Then there was a flash, headlights blinding them. There was an impossibly loud noise and an incredible pain in his head as something hit it with a insane amount of force. He smelt something burning…
Then they were in the hospital. Alex was okay, a little banged up. With a few minor burns. She smiled at him. "So sorry you hurt your head, Spencer." He smiled weakly back.
He was forced to return to reality by the pounding in his head. She stood over him.
"We were friends, Spencer." She said. "Why wouldn't you forgive me?"
"I couldn't." he said.
"Well I'm sorry for my part in this. I couldn't bear to live without you. So I thought if I gave you the option of life with me or not life at all…" she sighed. "Guess he was right."
"Who was right?"
"Darrel. He wanted his revenge, so we made a deal. Being a pro kidnapper, I do this kind of thing a lot. He need someone to get you. I said I'd do for free if I gave you a choice."
The door opened again…
Derek Morgan walked into the BAU. He had known something was wrong, but he had not expected to find CSI securing the round table room.
"What the hell?" he wondered aloud. There was shattered glass everywhere. What happened?
Emily, Rossi, and JJ were wondering the same thing as they sat waiting for him to arrive in the bullpen. Hotch seemed incredibly anxious.
"Where's Reid?" Morgan asked.
"Guys, as you can see there was some sort of struggle in the round table room sometime last night. I found Reid's badge, ID, and gun on the floor. He's not answering his phone, so we can only assume something bad has happened to him."
The team sat in an uncomfortable silence. They all knew Reid had endured way too much already to become the victim yet again. His father abandoning him with a schizophrenic mother at ten. Severe bullying in school. Being kidnapped and forcibly drugged by Tobias Henkel, an unsub with Dissociative Personality Disorder. Becoming addicted to that drug. Getting anthrax. Being shot in the leg. Held captive by a cult with Emily… the list just went on and on. Reid didn't deserve this. Not again.
It was JJ who spoke first. "You know it's the anniversary. Today. Of his first kidnapping…"
Emily's face had tears streaming down it. "I don't know if I can do this again." She said.
"We have to, Em. We don't have a choice." Morgan said.
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It was Morgan's phone. He pulled it out and answered with a quiet voice. "Hello?"
"Morgan." It was Reid's voice. There was a edge of pain in it.
Morgan put it on speaker.
"Reid where are you?"
Hotch was already on the phone with Garcia. "We need you to trace a cell."
"I don't know…"
"Are you hurt?"
"No." The response was much too fast.
"Reid. Are you hurt?"
"Yes. But I'm… I'm fine."
"Just keep talking Reid is your kidnapped in the room with you?"
"N-no but they're coming…"
"They?"
"Alex Booker and a man I don't know…"
"How do you know Alex?"
"She's an old friend."
There was a loud crash, and Reid yelped.
"Hey!" yelled a female's voice. That must be Alex.
Then there was a loud, sickening crack and a cry of pain from Reid.
"Spencer!" he yelled into the phone.
JJ choked back a sob.
Then there was a ear-shattering gun-shot and a scream.
Reid's scream.
"I hope you know what you've done." A male voice said into the phone. Then the line went dead.
A/N sorry if I don't update this for a while. I'm trying to be more detailed. :D Have fun reading!
~MAXIMUM
P.S. Sorry for the cliffhanger!