-Hotch-
My ears were filled with a slight, high-pitched ringing as my eyes opened. My vision was blurry and my eyes were a little heavy. It took me a few seconds for my vision to return to its normal clarity, but by the time it had, I was already sitting upright and looking around. No more than a few feet beside me was Rossi, and next to him was Morgan. In front of me was Callahan, with Reid further ahead, and JJ was on the other side of me. I stood up, but despite getting up slowly, my head began to spin and I had to crouch back down to regain my balance. I heard a tired groan come from in front of me and saw Reid begin to shift. I stood back up, my body still a bit wobbly, but carefully made my way over to him.
"Reid?" I asked and his eyes shot open, so he'd probably been concious but not fully awake for at least a few seconds. He looked up at me and then looked to Callahan behind me.
"Where-" he started to ask, but I interrupted him.
"I'm not sure, I woke up just a minute or two ago." He sat up and rubbed his eyes. Just as he was about to ask another question, Rossi coughed viciously and we both looked over to him. His body also moved slightly as he started to wake up. "Cmon," I said to Reid and helped him stand up. He was unsteady, like I was when I first stood up, but quickly composed his balance. "Go check Callahan and Morgan and JJ. I'll go help Rossi."
Reid went over to Callahan first, as she was closest to him, and I went over to Rossi.
"Aaron?" He asked, obviously confused. "What're you-"
"We've been abducted, Dave," I said and bent down, helping him sit upright.
"Where is everyone else?" He asked and looked around with a bit of anxiousness.
"All of us are here," I answered and stood back up straight. "JJ, Morgan and Callahan are all still out, but we're all here."
"How'd they even get all of us here?" He asked, not seeming to remember much.
"I'm not sure..." I said slowly, realizing I didn't remember much either. "Maybe-"
I was cut off by the sound of a scuffle and looked behind me, only to see Callahan's hand grasped around Reid's throat. Not knowing where she was and who was shaking her awake at the moment caused the defensive reaction, and I quickly went over to them.
"Who are you?!" She asked loudly, not noticing it was Reid in the dark and in her dazed state.
"Callahan, it's us," I answered, Reid not being able to since she had her hand wrapped tightly around his neck. I grabbed her wrist and easily removed it from Reid's throat. She sighed a little bit, more awake and alert now, and she sat up on her own.
"Sorry," she said to Reid, a little out of breath, and he nodded as a silent acceptance to her apology.
"Dave, you see if JJ is ok, I'll go check on Morgan," I said and Rossi went to go do what I told him. I went over to Morgan and first put my fingers over his throat and, after breathing a sigh of relief, felt a pulse.
"Morgan," I said, not quietly but not loudly, and shook him. "Morgan." He didn't move, still unconscious, and I shook him again. He still didn't move, and I stood up.
"JJ is still out cold," Rossi said, and I went over to them. Callahan was now on her feet and her and Reid came over to me and Rossi.
"Same with Morgan," I said, a bit confused as to why they hadn't waken up yet. "I think it's safe to assume that we were drugged."
"Agreed," Callahan spoke up, and stretched out her neck. "But how? We all woke up at the same time."
"Almost all of us," I corrected, looking over at JJ, who was as still as a statue. "What's the last thing you all remember?"
"Well," Rossi started off. "We were on the plane, and it took a while for us to take off."
"Yeah, I remember that too," Callahan added. Reid was looking down at the concrete floor, his brows furrowed in thought and he was mumbling something to himself.
"Anytime, Doctor," Rossi said, indicating that he wanted Reid to say what he was thinking. Reid looked up at all of us.
"Who did you get water for?" He asked, shifting his eyes to me.
"Uh," I stuttered, thinking. "You, myself, Callahan..." I paused, and looked at Rossi. "And Rossi."
"The water," Reid said. "That's what we were drugged with."
"But how?" Callahan asked. "Did Robert drug us?"
"That doesn't make sense. JJ and Morgan were also obviously drugged, but how would Robert have been able to move all of us by himself?" Rossi asked.
"Maybe Morgan or JJ saw something after we all passed out," I said, hoping I was right. My eyes wandered, and a grim sight caught my attention. It must've shown on my face, because Callahan quickly spoke up.
"What's wrong?" She questioned, and I nodded in the direction I was looking. Everyone's eyes followed, and we all stared at the camera that was keeping an eye on us.
-JJ-
I felt my body begin to stir before I even opened my eyes. A slight and tired moan escaped me, as it always did whenever I woke up, and I finally opened my eyes. Through my hazy vision, I saw my whole team standing over me, while Callahan was kneeling beside me, also looking down at me.
Thank God that they were all at least ok.
No one said anything, and neither did I. They were probably all waiting for me to ask some type of question, but there was nothing I needed to ask right at the moment. I sat up quickly, ignoring the massive headache I received as a result, and stood up abruptly.
"JJ," Callahan said carefully. "Slow down."
I almost instantly regretted my decision to stand up so quickly as I felt my body's stability fail completely, making me nearly topple over. Morgan quickly caught me and I straightened out, trying to push him off.
"JJ, just sit down for a sec," he said, still holding onto me, and slowly lowered me back down. I sat, and put my elbows on my knees, and my face in my cold hands. It helped soothe my headache a bit, and I finally spoke.
"How long have I been out?" I asked, my voice sounding groggy. Whatever they gave us seemed to hit me pretty hard. I did drink quite a bit of the water when the gunman told me to and I do weigh the least out of everybody too, though.
"At least two hours," Callahan answered. "That's when we all woke up, I think."
"I woke up about ten minutes ago," Morgan said and crossed his arms. "You started making noises in your sleep just a few minutes ago."
I removed my hands from my face and blinked rapidly, finally regaining my clear vision. "You tell them what happened?" I asked, looking at Morgan. He nodded.
"The unsubs haven't come in here yet," Hotch said, staring at a door that seemed to be the only means of exit or entrance.
"Did you guys try the door yet?" I asked, slowly beginning to stand up.
"Yes, and there's more," Hotch answered and nodded forward. I looked to where he nodded and saw a blinking red dot, meaning that there was a camera there.
"Well that's not good," I said in a monotone voice. "Did you guys find anything positive?" I asked with a little bit of a joking tone. "I mean, you're all trained FBI Agents."
"There actually is one thing," Rossi replied, with a bit of a smart-ass tone as well. I smiled a little in our ability to make a little light of the situation as I watched as Rossi pulled something out of his pocket. In his hand was a few paper clips. "Found them over in the corner in a small box of papers
"That's the positive thing?" I scoffed. "A few paper clips?"
"You didn't let me finish," Rossi quickly said and subtly nodded over to the left of him. I looked over and faintly saw a window with a lock on it. I still didn't understand what was positive about all of this other than the fact that the window was now the second means of escape. It was locked, however. It was also below the ground, so we were in some type of basement. I raised my eyebrows in confusion as I looked back to Rossi, waiting for the positive aspect about this situation. "With these paper clips, Reid can pick the lock and then we can get out of here."
"There's a camera," I said and Hotch shrugged.
"That's the best idea we could come up with.
Hopefully Reid can get it done before whoever is behind that camera gets down here and we can be gone by then."
I shrugged as well, guessing that was the best thing so far. "You can pick a lock?" I asked with a humorous disbelief and looked to Reid.
"It's all statistics," he said humbly and took the paper clips from Rossi. I looked back to the camera as Reid quickly began to go to work on the lock. Within just 15 seconds, I heard the click and looked back from the camera to Reid, who removed the lock.
"No way," Morgan scoffed and Reid smiled at him. I laughed a little and went over to the window after Hotch slid it open.
"I'll go first," I said, wanting to get out of this stuffy basement as soon as possible.
"JJ-" Morgan started to say, but Hotch cut him off.
"We don't have time to decide who's going first. JJ, go on ahead," he said and I quickly slipped out of the window. I stood up and pushed myself up, finally standing on regular ground level. I ignored the harsh cold that bit into my skin relentlessly. It was October, but this weather felt even colder than fall in DC. Where were we? The next one out was Reid, but the sound of a door clanging caused me to look back in the basement.
"Go!" Hotch shouted, and I realized that the unsubs must've finally gotten in the basement to prevent our escape. They were too late however, and I sprinted as fast as I could from where the basement window was and kept running. Spence had run the other way, and I paused behind another building to catch my breath. I crouched over, my hands on my knees, and breathed in sharply. The fact that the air was dry and bitter didn't help my breathing, and I took the brief break to look around. Were we on...a farm? There were multiple buildings on the plot of land and what looked to be a grain silo on the other side of the plot. This was a good thing. Even though this place seemed to be in the middle of nowhere, it was a big area and a hard amount of land to cover. But, then again, I didn't know how many unsubs we were really dealing with. I took a few more deep breaths and wiped under my nose with my sleeve. I looked around the corner of the building I was behind and saw two unsubs with odd-looking guns searching for me. Further ahead, I saw two more dragging a limp Spence back into the first building.
"Oh my god..." I whispered to myself and put a hand of to my mouth in disbelief. Was he dead? Did they kill him?
I felt a heavy lump grow in my throat as I went the other way along the side of the building, away from the two unsubs who were looking for me. I kept going, turning my fast walk into a steady jog as I kept an eye out for any of the unsubs.
Was Spence really dead?
I could only continue to think of that thought as I kept moving forward. Clearly, I should've paid more attention to what was around me and worried about Spence later, since my clouded judgement and thoughts reduced my awareness. I felt a sharp pain enter my calf and groaned out in pain.
"Shit!" I shouted and looked back, seeing an unsub holding up his odd-looking gun at me. I collapsed, my calf giving out, and my whole body felt heavy.
"Got her," I heard the unsub say quietly, presumably talking to someone else.
I looked to my calf and expected to see it covered in blood. Instead, in my calf and the culprit behind my pain, was a...dart? It looked like a dart, but...that made no sense. I grabbed the dart and was about to pull it out and attempt to stab the unsub with it, but my body felt even more heavy than before. Just like my calf, my arms gave out and became limp without my control. The last thing to give out were my eyes. The last thing I saw was the snow beginning to fall from the grey clouds above me.
