Sorry for the super short chapter last time, I was trying to establish whether this was going to work, but I think I've got everything sorted in my brain now! People asked whether or not the rest of the team was gonna be in the story, so here's your answer
I don't own Criminal Minds or any of its characters, and unfortunately I dont intend to in the near future
Reid was the first to awaken in the second helicopter, by a jolt fairly similar to the one Hotch had felt. He assessed his situation quickly, as he had taught himself to do. JJ had her head leaning against his shoulder, still unconscious. Morgan was also unconscious, but he looked far more alert, sitting straight upright, as though he was ready to spring to action at any moment. Reid could feel the needle marks before he saw them, running tracks up his arm. They'd all been drugged. He cursed himself - for letting this happen, for allowing drugs back into his system.
How had it happened? He searched for his most recent memory, and recalled walking away from the station, with JJ and Morgan beside him, behind Hotch, Rossi, Emily and Garcia. They were laughing and talking, keeping the mood light the way they normally tried to do after a particularly long case. Only, Reid couldn't remember anything about the case they'd worked. And where were the others? Rossi? Emily? Had they been taken also? Perhaps on a different helicopter –
Reid's thoughts were interrupted by loud footsteps. It sounded like boots on pebbles or gravel. Where were they?
A buff looking man – the helicopter pilot (and a middleman, Reid assumed) – approached the door of the chopper and yanked it open, surveying the cargo inside. Reid stared at his feet, not wanting to provoke him, but snuck quick glances over him, profiling him as rapidly as he could. He was definitely a middleman, with no real importance to – whatever this was. The man reached a meaty arm over and grabbed JJ by the shoulders, pushing her still-limp form out of the chopper and onto the dusty ground below. Reid made a pathetic but defiant noise, and immediately the man's head snapped up. Reid looked him straight in the eye now, trying to hold on to what little control he had. Clearly, whatever job description the helicopter had been provided with, hadn't included the handling of live hostages. But Spencer was more accustomed to the drugs than their captors had expected, and had obviously awakened ahead of schedule. For a split second, the middleman's eyes were panicked, before he regained his thoughts, and surveyed how skinny and apparently non-threatening Spencer appeared – defiant or not. After he realised this, Reid found himself being roughly shoved to the ground alongside JJ. Morgan landed a second after, a small grunting noise indicating that he was waking up. Spencer managed to push himself into a sitting position. His entire body was aching, probably from sitting in the same position for God knows how long. His eyes adjusted to the new light in time to see the middleman jump back inside the helicopter and take off, joining another which was already in the air. Spencer's eyes trailed down from the two choppers to look across the small clearing they were in. Another pile of people, semi-unconscious, lay not too far off. Reid recognised the BAU's technical analyst almost immediately by her yellow high heels and matching outfit. However nothing else about her was cheery – her chest was rising and falling rapidly and her eyes were wide. Reid made to crawl over to her, spotting three more figures lying beside her, but as he began to move, a hand reached out, grabbing him by the ankle.
"Spence?"
The jolt from being thrown to the must have woken JJ, because she was now lying half-propped up, with her hand grasping Reid's ankle. Her eyes were only just open and she seemed to be having a hard time adjusting to the bright sun. Spencer had theorised that they were on some sort of island – due to the unrelenting sunlight and tropics that surrounded their clearing. "Hey JJ," Reid said, realising how shockingly casual his greeting surrounded, considering their situation. JJ seemed to realise this too, because her lips twitched up in a humourless smile. Morgan grunted again, and Reid turned his attention to his friend, patting JJ's hand at the same time. A quick assessment of Morgan told Reid that, unlike he and JJ, Morgan had been beaten over the head with something before he'd been injected.
As Reid bent down to inspect Morgan more closely, he noticed that two of the three mystery figures on the opposite side of the clearing had got up and stumbled towards them, and now that they were closer, Reid could make them out easily. The one in the front, and nearest to him, was Aaron Hotchner, and behind him trailed Emily Prentiss. Emily went past him and straight to JJ, who still looked incredibly nervous and confused. Reid was thankful to see her, as comforting people had never been his strong suit. Over Hotch's shoulder, Reid could see Agent Rossi bent over Garcia's still-panicking form, trying to soothe her.
"Reid," said Hotch, his eyes showing a mixture of relief and fear as he scanned over the other members of his team, "are you guys okay?"
Hotch's instincts as the team leader were kicking in, and he was feeling a heavy weight of responsibility, for being unable to prevent this happening, and protect his team the way he should be able to.
"Yeah, we're fine, uh, JJ seems a little stressed out, but she just woke up about 2 minutes ago, and I think Morgan may have a concussion, but other than that…" Reid trailed off. They weren't fine. Not even remotely. Reid cleared his throat awkwardly. "Uh, what about you?"
"We're all unharmed, but Garcia seems to be in the early stages of a panic attack. Dave's trying to calm her down but…"
"She didn't sign on for any of this, Hotch," Reid said in a pained voice. The words sent blows straight to Hotch's heart, as he turned around and followed Reid's gaze to the terrified analyst. It was true. Garcia hadn't signed on to be in the field, or to be in any danger whatsoever. The rest of them accepted the risks that their jobs entailed, but Garcia stayed behind with her computer screens, and even then, she needed pictures of baby animals, to balance out all the evil she was exposed to. Yet somehow, somehow, Hotch had been unable to stop this from happening to her. He shook himself, knowing his guilt wouldn't help anyone now, and glanced at Morgan. The semi-conscious agent was sporting a significant head injury, telling Hotch that Morgan was one of the last to be overpowered, and probably put up a fight to protect both himself and the rest of the team – specifically Garcia.
"As soon as Morgan and Garcia are able we should get out of here," Hotch started, looking around the clearing. "It's too open. Once we've found shelter, preferably by nightfall, we'll have to start thinking about food, and then trying to figure a way out of here."
Reid nodded, feeling more comfortable listening to his boss spout off orders and plans. It restored some amount of normality to the otherwise completely different world they seemed to be in right now.
"We also need to figure out who put us here, and why."
Hotch had been thinking about this since he woke up. What possible motive could someone have for dumping them on an island of all places? He couldn't think for the life of him any profile that would match it.
"That's the thing Hotch," Reid began nervously, "I… I think I might already know."
Sorry that the endings to both chapters seem sort of similar! I couldn't think of any other way to end it agh
I hope you like it and please feel free to review 3
I'll try to update within the next few days, but school might get in the way, so we'll see pals
