A/N: Hey guys, thanks for all the follows and the reviews! You really didn't disappoint me. Thanks so much for reading my story, I hope you like the second chapter. ^^
"We have a problem." Hotchs face was dark with premonition.
Prentiss looked at him, waiting for him to continue, but when he didn't she asked: "What's wrong? Do we have a new case?" Hotch looked at her and spoke: "In a way, yes. Somebody took my phone to send a message to someone."
"Well? So? You got it back now." Garcia tried to lighten the mood. "That's not it, it's about to whom the message was sent. It was to Reid."
Hotch only got confused looks. Then he held out his phone for them to read. Morgan finished first, and his hand shot up to his head. His face had darkened as well now. "You didn't send this I suppose." Hotch shook his head.
Then it dawned on them all. Immediately they ran outside. They just wanted to get into their cars when JJs eye caught a glimpse of something. It shone in the light of the street lamps. She walked closer until she saw. It was a gun, a revolver to be exact. "Hotch!"
Hotch came running, to find JJ kneeling down in front of something on the floor. He, too kneeled down. It was Reids revolver. He took out his handkerchief and picked it up, careful as not to touch it with his skin.
He stared at the revolver, not wanting to acknowledge, that it was the doctors. Slowly he stood up and turned to his team. Holding up the revolver, he tried to avoid too many questions, they all knew, something had happened, that they didn't want to ever let happen again. But it had happened, they had been to careless. Especially himself, why didn't he notice the man stealing his phone? He should be able to detect something like that. He had failed, and he wasn't sure if he was going to be able to make it right.
Reid was filled with fear, he felt how the van started to speed beneath his body. His team hadn't noticed him, would they even notice that he was gone? He was squirming, wriggling his wrists, trying to loosen the tape clutching at his bare skin. He closed his eyes, directing every thought at this task, but they kept wandering to statistics about kidnappings. How high was the probability to get kidnapped, let alone to get kidnapped twice in a lifetime.
His thoughts were racing, in between the action of trying to free himself, and how unlikely it actually is to be the victim of an abduction. His mind was in such a turmoil, that he didn't even notice the speed the van had gone up to.
The pace was so high, they must have been on the highway by then.
Reid was now at the point of his wrists twisting so badly, he thought his bones were going to snap at any moment. His eyes closed, he moaned into his gag from exertion. He turned his body so he was against the wall with his back. Then he took his legs to stabilize him, he made an attempt to sit up and succeeded. His heart was still racing, the adrenalin washing through his body.
He opened his eyes and looked forward to the man driving, his kidnapper. Reids hazelnut eyes met the icy cold ones of him in the rearview mirror.
The young agent was scared, not like every time he had a gun pointed at him, but a fear, knowing, that he was helpless, without a weapon, not even his voice to talk round the man.
He closed his eyes, giving into the helplessness, not knowing what was waiting for him in the future.
Finally the van came to a stop. Reid went alert in a second, the plan he had worked on with eyes closed, ready to be executed. He would kick his attacker the moment he opened the door, make a run for it, hopefully running into someone who could help him.
He was ready, his feet against the door, his eyes wide and full of anticipation, his breathing was ragged under the duct tape, his heart pacing faster than ever before. Then the door slid open, and the kidnapper wasn't ready for the two shoes flying in his direction, to be exact his face. Pain seared through his head and he heard footsteps running away from him.
Reid couldn't believe it for a second, he had hit the man, and obviously broken his nose, as blood was streaming through the fingers of his kidnapper as he held his face. The doctor took his chance and jumped out, running for his life. He breathed through his nose, trying not to stumble as he ran towards a illuminated street. Just as he turned the corner, he ran into a man.
"Ho, ho! What is going on?" Reid could almost not believe his luck. He started to babble behind his gag, hoping the rag would not choke him. He looked at the man, gesturing for him to take out his gag. The man looked shocked, he was a little older than Reid himself, dark hair and almost black eyes.
Reid got more and more nervous, as the man didn't make a move to help, but then suddenly the man grabbed his arm and twisted it painfully, causing him to whimper. Then the man pulled him back towards the dark alley he had come from, Reid was so confused, not understanding what was happening. He tried pulling away, but the mans grip was like iron.
Towards them came his kidnapper, still bleeding from his nose. His eyes went wide when he saw the man holding Reid. He let his hand sink from his nose, he looked almost afraid. Reid looked from him to the other one.
The man holding Reid then spoke: "Do you always handle your packages this carelessly? I do not wish, that my orders get lost."
In Reids head all the pieces fell into place. He wasn't free, he had just run into the arms of the man who had ordered his kidnapping.
A/N: If you thought it was already over, well, you thought wrong... ;) Review please, and tell me what you think, any ideas as what could happen to poor Reid? Thanks for taking the time and reading. Love you guys, jole.