A/N: I know, I know I have another unfinished fanfic I should be attending to, but this scenario came to me in a dream (yes I dream about JJ and Reid, they're like my OTP shut up.) and I just HAD to write it. I know I should be spending my limited writing time on my Haruhi and Tamaki Fic, but this idea wouldn't leave me alone, so this was created. This is a two-shot, those exist right? Anyway here's the first chapter.
Spencer Reid woke up feeling stiff and uncomfortable. His eyes felt heavier than lead. He blinked slowly, painfully. His mind was clouded and dark. He felt like he'd been shaken and beaten for hours. Around him was not his familiar apartment, nor was it was it the chair he sometimes napped in at Headquarters. His surrounding were completely and utterly foreign. He shivered, still not quite able to process what was happening. He tried to get up, however, he realized he couldn't. He was bound to his chair.
Immediately his mind started up again. He remembered he and the team were following two unsubs. The unsubs were responsible for a string of murders in New York city. All the crimes included a love poem with the victim. Whether it was carved into the victim's arm, a piece of paper shoved down the throat, or written in the their blood. A love poem was always present.
Spencer scanned his body. His bindings were sloppy and majorly over done. He was strapped to his chair with many different things. First, duct tape was wrapped around him, so tight that Spencer noticed his hands were turning purple. Wires were next, anywhere a wire could be wrapped it was. Then came string, which tied his already incapacitated ankles and wrists to the chair. Finally was the chains. Looped around him multiple times, and tight too. He felt as though they were crushing his chest and abdomen from their weight and constriction. He noticed that he didn't seem to have any physical wounds. It seemed he'd been just drugged, and possibly jostled too much when brought here.
Around him was probably the dirtiest room he'd ever seen. Utensils, dishes, and cups filled the sink to the point of overflowing. Dust covered the shelves that were filled with newspapers, books, and magazines looked like they might fall at any moment. Glass, blood, and dirt covered the floor. The smell of sour milk was making Spencer feel dizzy again.
Spencer reminded himself that this disorganization matched the profile of the unsub his team had been hunting. A pair of extremely unclean and unorganized individuals. Though the dominant one was definitely subjected to fits of extreme, blinding, rage, he didn't seem to have any other coordination skills. The second Unsub had been profiled to be prone to periods of intense depression. The team had been so close to finding the perpetrators, but then Spencer had started to feel woozy as the police were making calls. He couldn't remember anything after that.
Suddenly Spencer heard a noise. The creak of a door. He turned as much as possible with his restraints to try to see his captor. The room was too dark for Spencer to make out any specific features. Though he knew one thing now. One of the unsubs was a woman.
"Spencer Reid," Her voice was not unpleasant to listen to. It sounded soft and sweet. She moved into the light from the window. Now Spencer could see her much better. Her hair was dark and long. It reached past her waist. All she wore was a white billowy dress. Her eyes looked so tired and bloodshot that Spencer was surprised she could keep them open. Her body was extremely pale, and inhuman white. Spencer then registered her eye's color. She was albino, her hair must've been dyed, because there was no doubt this girl's coloring, or lack thereof, wasn't natural.
"H-Hello," Spencer spoke. Hearing his own voice was almost painful. It didn't sound like him. It sounded weak and strangled. His throat felt dry and it ached like hell.
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JJ couldn't feel her fingers. She was clutching a stress ball much too tight. Hotch wouldn't let her back into the conference room. She had almost punched a wall when she heard she was being escorted out so she could, "take a break." She didn't need a break she needed to find Spence! Spencer had been missing 48 hours and JJ had not slept a bit since he'd been gone.
He'd been there talking to some pedestrians that were near the crime scene, and then he was just gone. JJ's heart had dropped when Hotch reported that Spence was nowhere to be found. There had been no word from Spencer's kidnapper, nothing at all. Garcia had tried tracking anything Spencer might've had on him, but everything he'd had been dumped in a pond near the latest murder sight.
JJ didn't feel tired, quite the opposite in fact, she felt wired. She was willing to do anything to find Spencer. However, Hotch had other plans. Everyone had taken turns sleeping but her. She'd been pulling her hair out in frustration, and when everyone was asleep she'd silently cried, not wanting people to see how much this was truly hurting her. Normally she was all brass and strength, but this was breaking her down fast. She'd wept praying to God that Spencer wouldn't be dead.
She had recently realized that she loved Spencer Reid. In fact after this case she had planned to tell him. They'd been beating around the bush for too long. Her and Will had ended things a year ago, and Spencer had been the new father figure in Henry's life. They'd gotten so close to discussing their feelings before, but always shyed away. JJ had hoped that he loved her the way she loved him.
JJ sighed, trying to keep her eyes open. She refused to get rest like Hotch had ordered. Not when Spence could be out there, worried, injured, and scared. She refused to indulge in a luxury Spencer might not have. That was also why she'd hardly eaten. It hadn't felt right.
To distract herself JJ opened her personal Laptop. It was safe to use since it had no relation to work, and plus that, Garcia had put every safety device on it possible. She used it mostly to communicate with Henry's babysitter, Anita.
She opened her email to message Anita. She needed to tell her she didn't know how long she'd be gone. Also she needed to tell Anita not to let Henry see the news reports about Spencer being kidnapped. It would hurt Henry almost as much as it did her.
Before JJ could finish her email her screen went completely black. She squinted and clicked multiple buttons with frustration. The screen flashed with a blue light. JJ was getting a bit worried now. She needed a safe way to contact Anita, especially if this new unsub was targeting BAU agents. There was one last flash and suddenly a video feed started to play.
JJ gasped dropping the laptop. On the screen was Spencer. Bound and tied to a large wooden chair. In a place that looked like a dilapidated shack. His eyes were bloodshot and his whole body was drooping with fatigue.
"Garcia!" JJ hollered wildly not taking her eyes off the screen. She picked up her laptop tentatively. Spencer moved his lips, but JJ couldn't hear what he said. "GARCIA," this scream was even more strangled and broken sounding. Garcia stumbled in.
"What is it?" she questioned wide eyed.
"Spence," was all JJ could say, pointing towards the laptop. Garcia looked at her screen and her eyes got even wider. She shuffled off calling the names of the other agents. All of them clustered around JJ and her laptop.
"It's really him," Morgan said in awe.
"JJ, what laptop is this?" Hotch asked sternly.
"Her private one!" Garcia answered after JJ didn't make a sound. "I decked it out with everything I know! there's no way a human being or computer could hack into this thing!"
"Well they obviously did," Rossi commented.
"Guys I think someone else is there," JJ muttered. She couldn't raise her voice any higher than a whisper. She was terrified. Petrified from shock. Suddenly a pale girl with odd red eyes showed her face. She pushed her hair out of her face and smiled.
"Hello BAU," The girl was still grinning broadly. Everyone stood completely still. The girl on the screen appeared to be no older than 20 and yet she struck fear into every one of the team's hearts. The girl moved away from the camera to reveal the weary looking Spencer. JJ felt her heart sink when she saw the young man again.
"I've got your dear Agent Reid all to myself now," the woman giggled. Hotch was frowning deeply. "If he does what I say he might live."
"Alright!" Hotch started talking over the girl. "Derek search the perimeter, they could be near here. Garcia see what you can do about finding a location. JJ keep watch, Rossi and I will ask the rest of the police if they've ever seen this girl." Everyone immediately hopped up. They all went to their assigned duties. Garcia brought her equipment into the room to keep JJ company.
"BAU, I am a huge fan," the girl was talking again and JJ was paying the utmost attention.
"I know all of you well, especially you Jennifer Jareau." Spencer perked up at the name. No! She couldn't know JJ. Spencer had hoped his was the only target, but it seemed she knew all about his team.
Back at HQ JJ was shivering with fright. Things didn't usually get to her this much, but then again the unsubs didn't usually know the names of her and her team.
"Anyways enough talk about that, I want to talk to Spencer now," The girl turned away. Spencer watched her avidly, trying to pick up on something that might help him. He scanned her body. Though on first glance she looked thin and wiry, upon further inspection Spencer noticed the bulk of her arms. She definitely had enough muscle to move him, especially if it was just the small distance to her car, and then into this shack.
"So Spencer how are you feeling?" she asked quirking her head to the side. Spencer recalled she'd said her name was Gloria earlier. she seemed to be talking to some device that was in contact with the BAU. Spencer made sure to say her name loudly when he spoke to ensure his team knew it.
"Gloria where are we?" Spencer asked.
"How does he know her name?" Garcia interjected. "I know wonderboy is good, but he isn't telepathic."
"He must've said it when Hotch was giving orders," JJ mumbled, still entranced with the computer screen, hoping Garcia's question hadn't made her miss anything important, but Gloria hadn't seemed to have answered yet.
"My house," Gloria said pleased, then she stood up to start boiling some hot water on the crud encrusted stove.
"Is is just me or does this chick look familiar?" Garcia asked inquisitively. She didn't have to ponder much longer, because Gloria seemed to be very chatty.
"Do you remember me?" She asked Spencer.
"I'm sorry, I don't," Spencer said slowly, she did look a bit familiar, but in his dazed state, Spencer just couldn't figure it out.
"I guess I looked very different back then," Gloria reminisced.
"My name is Gloria Kudrow," The girl emphasized each word, as if she were speaking to a child. Spencer suddenly remembered. He'd been on a case about five years ago when they'd been investigating particularly good hacker. His skills almost bested Garcia's. Charlie Kudrow had been using some government information to confirm his wild beliefs. He'd had a severe case of schizophrenia, believing aliens were going to invade earth unless he gave them human sacrifices. He'd killed some very high-up people in NASA, using his superior hacking knowledge to get information on each victim.
"Are you… are you Charlie Kudrow's daughter?" Spencer asked tentatively.
"Good Job!" she sounded genuinely happy, not the type of glee so me killers got when people knew who they were. A real happiness that Spencer remembered her. At the end of his spree, Charlie had believed his wife was a threat to his mission. He'd murdered his wife in front of his thirteen year old daughter, and took her with him. His intention was to convince her to believe in his wild conspiracies. He thought this would give her a "fresh start." He then would raise her with a belief in the alien overlords, and hoped she'd help him kill for the cause. Spencer had been the one to shoot Charlie in the end, and had personally taken Gloria to the hospital. As Spencer was remembering this case so were his friends at the BAU.
As JJ was trying to remember every detail of that case, she realized that the team had re-entered the room. She was a bit embarrassed that she'd been so concerned with analyzing the screen that she hadn't noticed this. A good profiler needed to be aware of her surroundings. However, with the lack of food and sleep, and the terror traveling through JJ's veins, it wasn't surprising that she wasn't functioning her best.
"Garcia, look up everything you can on Charlie Kudrow, his wife, and child," Hotch ordered. JJ was enthralled with the scene before her. She felt so worthless as she just SAT there and watched Spencer struggle uncomfortably in his bonds. Even through the video feed she could see the purplish color of his bound skin, and how the wire cut deep into his flesh.
"She's a ghost," Garcia said sadly. "Absolutely nothing on her after age 15. She must've been taught some tricks by her father, and got rid of any information on herself. I don't even think she's been in school. Apparently she went to the care of her severely alcoholic aunt after both her parents died. She must've ran away. I'm telling you there is nothing on this girl."
"There has to be something you can find!" JJ finally snapped. She was red in the face breathing raggedly, staring Garcia down.
"Jayge, baby, I'm sorry there really isn't," Garcia practically whimpered. JJ turned back slightly embarrassed at her outburst.
"With genes like that, it wouldn't be unlikely that this girl has suffered some sort of psychotic break," Morgan commented as if nothing had happened.
"Not to mention seeing both parents killed in front of her has to contribute to the psycho factor," Rossi added.
"This is all true, but it's not evident yet which kind of mental illness she suffers from. She could have schizophrenia like her father, but she could also have something completely different," Hotch told the group. Just then some police officers came in to talk to Hotch.
"The perimeter has been searched," Hotch announced. "no sign of them anywhere."
"Where do you think the other unsub is?" Morgan asked. "If this is our duo, the other one has to be out there somewhere."
"Gloria why have you kidnapped me?" Spencer asked.
"Kidnapped?" Gloria frowned, dipping a tea bag into her cup. "No," she said decidedly. "No, Rebecca said you wanted to come, she said you came here for me."
"Who is Rebecca? is she your partner?" Spencer questioned urgently.
"She's my sister," The girl laughed.
"Gloria, you were an only child," Spencer tried to reason. Gloria frowned angrily.
"You look thirsty," Gloria stated and walked deliberately over to Spencer. She poured the hot water into Spencer's mouth. The tea scalded his throat, burning him around the mouth as she sloppily sloshed it over the edges of the cup. After she'd finished giving Spencer the tea, she walked back over to her counter and leaned against it, surveying him. Spencer was gagging, the tea tasted like rust and dirt.
"Ungrateful little shit," Gloria spat. Spencer looked up in confusion. The voice Gloria used was not hers, nor was it her regular tone or inflection. Anger filled this voice. Gloria glared at Spencer, an out of character gleam of hatred in her eyes.
"Oh God," Garcia gasped. All turned to her except for JJ, who kept her eyes glued to Spencer's form.
"This poor girl," Garcia whispered.
"What is it baby girl?" Morgan asked worriedly.
"Gloria Kudrow did have a sister, emphasis on the did. Her mother was pregnant with her second child when she was murdered. She was six months along, but the baby died when Charlie shot her."
"Six months is far enough along in a pregnancy to start showing a significant bump," Rossi mused. "Gloria had to know her mother was pregnant."
"This poor damaged girl's mind must've created a hallucination of her unborn baby sister," Morgan continued.
"It's even possible that she has developed a personality disorder, taking on a second personality to make up for her dead sister. It would make sense, she's been through some very psychologically damaging things, this girl has virtually no family. Maybe her mind made her one." Hotch's hypothesis was about to be proven correct.
"Gloria?" Spencer mumbled.
"Gloria isn't here right now, she had to go," Gloria snapped.
"Who are you then?" Spencer asked clueing in.
"I'm Rebecca," The girl told him rolling her eyes. "You know Gloria thinks very highly of you, but you're nothing." Spencer nodded solemnly.
This was the second unsub, the anger filled, disorganized, dominant unsub. They'd profiled that there would be two separate unsubs, and for all intensive purposes they were right, Rebecca and Gloria were as different as night and day. It always amazed Spencer just how different two personalities of the same person could be. The way she stood, the way she spoke, and even somehow her features looked different as Rebecca.
"Gloria likes me doesn't she?" Spencer asked. "But you don't think I'm worthy of her."
"Gloria has been obsessed with you ever since you saved her from our father. She's followed every case you've ever been on. I, however, don't believe you really care for her. She tells me how gentle you were with her, but if you'd really cared about her you would have checked up on us at least once. She kept telling me you would come, but you never did."
"I should've" Spencer said, trying to agree to buy some time.
"Gloria is my whole world, and you're breaking her heart."
"No, just give me chance to talk to her, I'll prove my love," Spencer said urgently. He knew Gloria was more sympathetic, if he could woo her he might have a chance to get some important information from her.
"No you won't, we both know you aren't loyal to Gloria!" Rebecca snarled. "You are a phony, you're in love with someone else!"
"Please just let me talk to Gloria," Spencer begged. Rebecca surveyed him skeptically. Finally she sighed and nodded. In a moment, Rebecca's face relaxed and became more joyful. Her body untensed.
"Gloria," Spencer called.
"Yes," Gloria said slowly.
"I talked to Rebecca," Spencer told her.
"Oh did you! Oh I hope she was nice, she doesn't like you very much."
"I know because she doesn't believe me," Spencer said.
"Believe you about what?" Gloria asked cautiously.
"She doesn't believe that I know why you brought me here. It's because you're in love with me isn't it?"