Thank you for all the reviews and follows and favorites! They tell me to keep going so I shall!
I do not (but wished I did) own criminal minds or the characters.
But I do own Paul, and Paul's mean, and therefore I disown him for hurting Spencer and little man Henry.
Thanks again!
(Reid I am so sorry that my mind has so many dark fics for you. I shall make it up to you, Maeve I bring you back to life! Yay, now Reid's happy… okay no more babbling and onward… TO NARNIA! Or Quantico, whichever.)
JJ pulled Will into a tight embrace and placed a passionate kiss upon his lips expectedly.
"We should continue this inside." Will forced between the multitudes of kisses JJ planted upon him.
JJ was in a state of ecstasy as they walked slowly through their house and into the master bedroom. Henry wasn't here, something rare, and they were taking advantage of the absence.
"Will, I love you." JJ let out before pushing him onto the bed and removing his shirt. They barely got JJ's jacket off before the phone rang.
"Damn that phone!" Will whispered anxiously to JJ, but it was already too late, she hand the phone pressed to her ear in record time.
"Agent Jareau." She answered.
"Jennifer Jareau?" The voice was unknown and deep. This wasn't a BAU call and it wasn't from a friend.
"Yes?" Her voice quivered as she went through scenarios of why a stranger would be calling her. Will had already leaped to her side and held her from behind in a comforting gesture.
"This is the Virginia state police. Do you know a Mr. Spencer Reid?"
JJ couldn't hold back the automatic correction.
"Dr. Reid." Confirming she did indeed know him.
"At 11 pm we got a call from one of his neighbors that the door was wide open and the apartment was wrecked. When units responded they found a pretty trashed place and some blood in the master bedroom. Your number was on his fridge under in case of emergency."
JJ took a shallow breath in. Spence was missing. Her heart stopped cold.
"There was a little boy with him. His name is Henry Jareau and Dr. Reid was watching him for me this evening."
"There is no evidence of your little boy Mrs. Jareau. I'm afraid he is also a missing person."
JJ dropped the phone. Will had caught the jest of what they were speaking about. He let JJ bury her head into his bare shoulder and sob.
"This is Will, JJ's husband. We'll be there ASAP."
Reid's body screamed at him. He had managed to incapacitate his kidnapper before they left and although he lost he had managed to fight back. The man had beaten him well but Reid knew that a bruise was forming where he had struck him. Reid's adrenaline was kicked into gear from the moment the man got within five feet of his godson.
Henry lay on his lap but Reid couldn't comfort the crying boy with anything but his words for his arms were held around a column, in the basement they had been taken to, by a strong type of rope that chafed his wrists until they bled.
He longed to hug Henry and stroke his tear soaked face, but he had now fallen asleep and restlessly strung himself on the floor with his head on Reid's leg.
His hair was matted with dirt and blood and when he hung his head it dripped on the floor between his crisscrossed legs. The door to the basement suddenly opened and revealed the unsub.
"Dr. Reid. Are you ready to play the game?" The rough voice called, towering above him.
"What game?" Reid had to ask, he had to keep the attention from Henry.
"The game where you find out if that little boy lives or dies." The giggle after the statement sent a chill down his spine.
"Speechless are we?" Reid clenched his teeth tight before spewing the profanity that threatened to pour out of his mouth.
"Well, well. That's new. This will be such a fun game."
He could see the smile creepily form on the guy's face. He still couldn't see his eyes; all he saw was blackness and a smile he'd like to knock off his face.
"Just let Henry go, I'll stay but please let him go." The plead escaped before he could stop it. This man was a sadist, therefore, he fed on Reid's fear and his pain. Reid was letting this man win.
"No, no then you'd have no incentive. He will stay, and depending on your participation he may or may not get hurt." Reid had stopped listening to the content of the man's speech. He focused all his thoughts on his voice. He'd heard this type of gruff voice before, somewhere. It would be now, when he actually needed it, that his eidetic memory failed. He knew it was due to the slight concussion he had received prior to be taken to this basement.
"Alright, let's start the game, Dr. Reid."
JJ's mouth was opened slightly, caught in a sob, as they pulled up to the crime scene. She prayed with all her heart that her baby and Spence were not harmed, though she knew this was unlikely. The apartment building was swarming with police officers as well as the rest of the team.
"You were spaced out so I called the team." Will smiled to give JJ the warmth she needed to actually set foot in the apartment.
Morgan put his hand around JJ's shoulders and led her to where Rossi and Hotch were standing in the middle of the living room.
"Reid put up a hell of a fight." Morgan stated when he had fully surveyed the home.
"Yeah, he trashed the entire place… Ok, JJ I want you to go back to the office where Garcia is, Henry is missing as well and I can understand you want to help but you're too emotionally distraught right now. Rossi, you and Morgan go ask around and find some witnesses if there were any. Blake, you and I will speak to the responding officers and see if there are any other indications of communication between Reid and the unsub." They split up and went on with their missions.
"JJ, oh my god! We'll find them, alright, Shhh, it'll be ok." Garcia responded the moment the tear stained, puffy eyed JJ walked into her office. Garcia hugged JJ and suffocated her with love.
"JJ, junior G man won't let anyone hurt Henry, you know that. He's safe." She soothed. That's when JJ snapped and crumpled to the floor in hysterics.
"But what about Spence? Of course he'll protect my baby, but who'll protect him?"
Reid gasped for air.
His lungs were on fire, raging, trying to stay pumping. Reid had lost count on how many times the man had held his head under the freezing water until no bubbles escaped his mouth.
The man, still in the dark, had challenged him as part of the game. He wanted Reid to stay awake for the brutal drowning until had had been dunked over 20 times, otherwise, if Reid lost consciousness, Henry would suffer.
His eyes were filled with hot tears that kept him from developing hypothermia.
Henry thankfully was not witnessing his uncle being hurt, but he was alone in that dark basement, probably scared to death.
"You're doing better than expected, agent. You must really love him."
That's when the voice hit him. He knew who this was and he knew the lengths this man would go to make Reid suffer.
"Ahh, I can see the look on your face. You remember me. It had been a long time, Spencer."
Reid's eyes adjusted when the man, Paul, turned the light on. His face was just as Reid remembered. Shaggy hair all strung about his face, dark brown eyes and an oval like facial structure. He was taller than Reid by about 4 inches and was built close to Morgan's muscle build. He wore khakis and a plain red muscle tee with running sneakers.
"Paul, what do you want?"
"I told you, to play a game and the winner is whoever is alive in the end." Reid contemplated the obvious errors in his "game" as the only one who could die was himself. Paul was finally done after a few more dunks and congratulated him one the first round.
"Think that was easy?" Reid refused to answer while his head swam with dizziness.
"Alright, let's go get that kid of yours, he's gonna play too." Reid snapped out of his trance and yelled loud enough to echo the room.
"You will NOT touch him."
"It's not your place to say is it, Spencer. After all the agony you put me and my family through, you should be thankful I haven't killed him yet."
