I know I've been really mean to Reid but I can't help it! I try and write happy stories but it always end up in angst...I am an angst whore if you haven't already guessed...I'm updating Kidnapped and a few other of my older stories this weekend-like Remember Us!
Reid sat on the seats of the subway, part of his everyday routine. During that time he played soduko almost as a way to relax as he sipped his coffe.
He heard someone sit down next to didn't bother looking up.
Suddenly he felt a knife shoving against his side. He froze and still stared at the newspaper in front of him.
"Don't move," the man hissed and Reid swallowed and nodded.
The Subway pulled into a station and he sat frozen.
"Walk," the man whispered.
Reid nodded and obeyed.
"Continue walking."
He did and walked up the steps he walked so many times. There was a car parked nex to the sidewalk.
"Get in," growled the man.
Reid stood there for a moment.
"Get in!"
"Where?" Reid managed to ask.
"passengers seat."
Reid obeyed. The man started the car, keeping the knife pressed on Reid's side. Finally he pulled into an empty alley.
"Why...why is this happening?"
"This doesn't have to do with you." The man kept his face hooded and when he took it of Reid saw he was wearing a mask. He began to shake.
"What...what do you want?'
"I want Agent Hotchner to know this isn't over yet."
With that he pressed a cloth against Reid's mouth.
Reid found hismelf tied to a chair, gagged, as the man dialed a number.
"Going to call your boss, hope that's all right."
Hotch picked up the phone.
"Hello?"
"Hello Aaron," whispered the man.
Hotch paused.
"Do I know you?"
"I should say you do. I was your first case after all..."
Hotch's throat cloased.
The Reaper.
"You're...you're dead..."
"No I'm not," The Reaper laughed. "Very much alive and I have one of your teammembers."
Hotch froze.
"What? Who...why?"
"Say hello," The Reaper said and placed the phone next to Reid's mouth as he took out the gag.
"Hello? Who is this?"
"It's me..." Reid's voice shooka nd Hotch closed his eyes damn it!
The Reaper snatched his phone away.
"What do you want?" Hotch shouted.
"For now reconigation, but later...money..."
"How much money?"
"10 million dollars. You have 5 hours to get it."
Suddenly the Reaper stabbed the knife into Reid's side and Reid screamed in pain.
"What the hell did you just do?" Hotch shouted, his past pouncing on him.
"I just gave your little friend a little friendly stab is all...oh relax Hotch, you and I both know I know how to stab someone without killing them...now you better be fast on this money cause I might get bored and decide to stab young Reid here to death."
Hotch closed his eyes as he heard Reid's quiet sobs in the background.
"All right! I'll get the money,...just don't hurt him."
"You've gotten smarter now, Aaron. I approve of this. I'll call you in an hour to see how much progress you've made." The Reaper stuck a finger into Reid's wound. "Do you want to say goodbye, Spencer?"
Reid cried out in more pain and Hotch's hand shook.
"Guess not. I'll talk to you in one hour, and don't try to trick your way out of this, Hotchner. Not if you want Dr. Reid to live. This is your only warning."
Hotch could still hear Reid sobbing as the dial tone appeared.
He put his hand to his face and threw the phone against the wall.
"DAMN IT!"