Dr. Spencer Reid sat on the couch with "The Narrative of John Smith" in his arms. It was dark but he didn't bother to turn the lights on. It had been one year since that horrible night. The night he failed. He failed to save Maeve. He lied down and stared at the ceiling. His heart ached as memories came flooding. Thanks to his eidetic memory, it was impossible for him to forget. He hugged the book tightly as tears started soaking the pillow under his head.
Spencer woke up but didn't have the strength to open his eyes. Part of him didn't want to wake up. But he had to be strong. He couldn't get lost again. They didn't have any cases and they were going to give a lecture to criminology students today. He needed to get ready. He sluggishly opened his eyes and got up. He slowly moved to the bathroom. He stood in front of the mirror and found a pale man with dark circles around his eyes staring back at him. A tear slid from his cheek as he splashed his face with cold water.
He walked towards the kitchen and grabbed his coffee. He was about to take a sip when he heard a sound behind him. The young genius quickly turned around. Nothing seemed out of place. He closed his eyes and took deep breaths. He wasn't going crazy. He couldn't. He suddenly felt a syringe on his neck. The shatter of his favorite mug was the last thing he heard as he drifted away into the comforting darkness.
"Are you sure he is going to come here today?" JJ asked anxiously.
They were standing inside the class waiting for Reid as the other students settled down. They were all worried about Reid but they were sure the young genius would get himself together. He had been through a lot.
"I offered him to take a day off, but he refused. He doesn't want to get lost again and I understand that." said Hotch. He never showed any emotion on the outside, but everyone knew he was exploding on the inside. They knew he had similar experiences and probably felt the same way.
JJ gave an understanding nod.
"We should go check on him." said Rossi. He saw the young genius as a child he never had.
"I'll try calling him again." said Morgan.
"There is really no need for that, Agent Morgan. He is right here with me." They all turned around to see the screen behind them open, with a live feed of Reid unconscious and tied to a chair.
"Oh my God!" shouted Garcia. The rest of the team was trying to control the emotions flooding through them.
A man came to the view of the camera as the students stared at the screen with shock.
"Don't worry Miss Garcia. I won't do anything to him. Not yet. Now all of you go and take a seat. You have to play through my sick fantasy here or pretty boy will pay the price."
I know this is a little short. I wanted to know how many people will read. I will continue publishing new chapters but I don't have a schedule. I really like to write, but –as you can tell- I am not really good at it. I thought this would be a good place to start. This is my first fanfiction and English is not my first language. I probably made some grammar mistakes; don't hesitate to point them out! Your reviews will be appreciated! Thank you!