It was like everything was in slow motion. One second, he was running out of the BAU building, into the pouring rain-the next, he heard the drawl of a car horn. Then he was airborne. He could see the confused, the shocked, the scared faces of the pedestrians on the sidewalk, gaping at him. Those faces would forever be etched in his mind. He loved his eidetic memory, but damn sometimes it really sucked. Spencer Reid could see, crystal clear, the building that was the closest thing he had to a home, remembering his team, the closest thing he had to a family. Then, with a sickening crack, Spencer landed on his left leg. It couldn't take the impact of his body coming down on it. Due to his leg, or his other injuries, Spencer would never know what made him black out, but he was thankful for that escape. He did not black out before he saw the driver's face as he drove closer. It was the man he hated more than ever. The man who scared him to death. He could only hope that he could survive, not only the accident but this man as well. The last thing he could remember, was a large pair of hands picking him up, putting something to his face, and then… Darkness.
****1 ½ hour earlier****
His phone rang, the shrill sound filling his small apartment, bouncing off of his piles of books, stacked in the overfilled bookcase that went from ceiling to floor, on the TV stand, basically anywhere he could find room. "Ughhh… What time is it?" Spencer Reid asked himself. He glanced at his alarm clock. It was 6 am. The team had just gotten home from a gruesome case in Washington, and he just got into his bed a mere 2 hours ago. He knew that the team was not supposed to be in until 12 noon. "This better be good," he thought.
"Hello?"
"Reid, we need you in the office. ASAP. I'll explain when you get here." and the line clicked dead.
With no further information from his boss, SSA Aaron Hotchner, Reid just gave out a loud groan and got out of bed. He opened his overstuffed drawers and grabbed the first thing his hands hit-a navy blue shirt, a pair of dress pants, boxers, and, of course, mismatched socks. He put on his clothes, grabbed his shoes, one of the go bags he always had ready, pulled his satchel over his head after stuffing inside his wallet, phone, keys, credentials, and finally his gun, and headed out the door. He almost missed the manilla envelope that was slipped under his door. Almost. He picked it up and the front said 'To be opened with your team at the BAU.' He grabbed it and headed out the door. He would ponder over it once with his co-workers.
****at the BAU****
Spencer wasn't used to being the last one in the room. He was usually the first one to get to work, always the one to greet his friends when they walked through the doors. So, he was quite shocked when he walked into the conference room with the rest of his team members sitting around the round table. 'Emily Prentiss, Jennifer Jareau (JJ), Dave Rossi, Derek Morgan, and Aaron Hotchner' It took him a minute to realize that everyone had an identical manila envelope in front of them. He scurried to his seat, head down. "Okay, now that everyone is here we can begin," started Hotch. "So, you are all probably wondering why you are here when barely two hours ago I told you all I did not want to see your faces until noontime." Hotch's demeanor was stoic, as always, but seemed to have an extra load on his back, from what Reid had no idea. "As you can tell, each of you received a manilla envelope, directed to all of us. I wouldn't have given it any thought until we all got in, but then I received this." Hotch pointed the remote to the TV sitting on the wall, and all of a sudden it was flooded with images. Of him, Spencer Reid. Some photos were candids, left unmarked, but others were vandalized and had the repeated saying "your secrets will be revealed." The most worrisome photos were the ones from his childhood: ones of his father abusing him. He had no idea where they got these, he thought he burned all of them. He knew these were not even the worst pictures his father had had of him. 'NO!' He thought, 'I buried this a long time ago. I erased this tumor from my life. How has he come back? How has he found me?' He looked up to see everyone staring at him, at the photos, and back at him. He realized it had been silent for a long time. Spencer hated the looks on their faces; the pitiful faces, the ones that he lacked as a child and teenager. Hotch spoke first, "I think we should open the envelopes, there could be other photos, of any of us, and we should start working on the profil… Reid? Are you ok?" Spencer had begun to shake visibly as he saw what was inside of his envelope, and he got up and ran, as fast as he could, towards the bathroom. Morgan didn't know what to do. His baby brother's past was being brought up again. He was about to get up and follow him when Rossi said "Morgan, let him cool down. He needs a minute." Then he turned his attention to Hotch, "Aaron, do we know who did this?" "No, I'm having Garcia work on this email, but so far looks to be a dead end." As is Garcia heard her name, she came through the doorway, computer in hand. A look of horror and sadness mixed to form the emotion showing on her face. "Si-ir, I-I ran the email, an-and came up wit-th so-something. I, I just saw Reid run past me… How is he going to handle this? I mean, my baby boy, being hurt…" As Garcia kept rambling on, Prentiss knew she had to step in. "Garcia," her face serious, "what did you find out?" "It's his father. William Reid." As she said his name, a new email came up on the big screen. This one had a video attached to it. Hotch hurriedly pressed play. "Hello, BAU. As you probably already know, I am William Reid, Spencer Reids-unfortunately-father. I have come back to claim what is rightfully mine, what ran away from me years ago." The screen turned black, and the team could see it was from outside-outside of the BAU. Then, scaring all of the profilers and Garcia in the room, Spencer got into view, his tear ridden face clear-then he was hitting the car. No, the car hit him. "SPENCER!" They all screamed. They heard the crack of a bone, then saw William get out of the car and pick up Reid, bloody and broken, and shove him into the back seat. William turned the camera around, smiled with evil delight written all over his face, and said "Bye-Bye." The screen went black.
