So I've been having issues writing Jonas stories since I started writing Criminal Minds SOOOOOOOOoooooooo...CROSS OVER TIME! AU Jonas!
"See ya tomorrow guys!" Nick said as he began parting ways from his friends Jacob, Dorian, and Macy. "Don't forget the soccer game tomorrow," Jacob said. "Of course not! My name's not Dorian!" Nick said. Dorian looked offended then nodded. "That is my job," Dorian said. "Text me later," Macy said. "Sure thing sweet thing!" Nick said. He started walking on a trail in a forest that leads to his back yard. He tended to walk fast because it was a very deserted trail known for kids going missing, nut Nick didn't mind the kids going missing because no one his age had never gone missing. Nick watched his old high-tops crush leaves beneath his feet as the wind made the pieces dance around in front of him. He pulled out his phone and mindlessly updated his status on Facebook. His friend Hope had just listed him as a brother. He laughed when he realized he had over 20 'siblings' now. His laughter was cut short when he felt an ice cold hand over his mouth. "Do what I say and you might live," a devilish voice said. Nick shakily nodded and was hit over the head, passing out instantly. The only thing in that spot was a few drops of his blood.
"13 year old Nicholas Lucas was kidnapped sometime after 3:30 yesterday when he was walking home from school. The path he usually took had blood and a footprint matched the shoes he was wearing that day; size 8 Converse. A soccer uniform that belonged to him was left a few miles away with a note stating 'you Will never find the boY. his friends will beCome the next victims, so Keep their location From being exposed. nicholas' FAte will be VEry tragic, so look for a body.'" JJ said.
"Why weren't we called earlier? Reid, how much time do kidnapped kids have on average?" Rossi asked.
"Reid?" Morgan said.
"The letter. It has improper capitalizations," Reid said.
"Reid, we don't have time for a grammar lesson," Morgan said.
"It's a code," Reid whispered. He got up and picked up a marker and began writing on the board. He soon had 'WYCKOFFAVE' written on the board. "Did he live on Wyckoff Avenue?"
"Franklin Avenue," Garcia said.
"He might be there," Reid said
"Please let me go. I don't know where we are, I won't tell," Nick said. The only thing he knew is that he was tied to a chair with a guy in front of him.
"Don't leave so soon, I want to play a game," the Unsub said.
"I don't wanna play. I wanna go home," Nick said. "Please. I need my medicine."
"What medicine?" the Unsub asked.
"Insulin and my anti-seizure medicine. I need it now," Nick said. The Unsub picked up a needle and a container. "T-That's not my medicine."
"Yes it is," The Unsub said.
"I can read it. That's morphine, please no. I don't need it," Nick said. The Unsub got the needle ready. "Stop, please, just stop. I don't need it. I don't want it. I want to be with my family."
"You don't need them, they don't need you," The Unsub said. He put the needle in Nick's arm and pushed the plunger. He got a video camera ready and pressed record.
"Your precious boy is mine know. If he can pass my test, he will live, that is, if he doesn't die from drug over dose first," the Unsub said, laughing maniacally. Nick looked up at the camera and let a tear fall from his face before letting his head drop lifelessly as the drugs wrecked havoc on his body. At that moment, he doubted that he'd live past that night.
I got the letter idea after buying "Speak Now". R&R plz!