"911 where is your emergency?"
"Yes, there's been a crash on Senga Road. And- Oh dear lord and heaven, there's so much blood."
"Calm down, sir. Is anyone conscious?"
"Uh..I don't think so. Oh, no. Please hurry!"
The man struggled to keep his breath even as he witnessed the tall muscled man slouched over in the driver's seat. His eyes frantically traveled to the empty driver's seat of the semi truck and the empty passenger's seat in the van. They both had blood splattered across their windows, but no one was there. He felt sorry for the man. He didn't know what to do aside from continue speaking to the dispatcher. He wanted to feel like another person was there that knew what they were doing. But for now, he felt sorrow for the victims of the crash. Even when he and the dispatcher heard police and ambulance sirens getting louder, he didn't want to disconnect the call. He watched as the EMTs brought the backboards from the ambulance and worked diligently to get the attention of the injured driver.
As Reid became more conscious, the pain of his throbbing headache became more apparent and his soft groans turned into a more audible series of whimpers. The unsubs feet that crunched through leaves, dry grass, and twigs covered the noise Spencer was making until he heard the sound of a strong boot smacking on wood. The unsub breathed heavily and stood still until the squeak of a door opened. They arrived at a cabin. Spencer sluggishly opened his eyes and saw another man lustfully staring down at him.
"Looks like the toy is starting to wake up." The man lightly backhanded Reid. "Come on, wakey wakey." Both the man hitting Reid and the man carrying him began to laugh. Reid couldn't take hiding his fear anymore. He let out a loud sob. He was aware of everything now more than ever. But he wished the darkness could've taken hold of him. He'd be more safe that way.
"You got a good catch, Thomas!" a man's voice said
He felt himself being lowered onto a soft but dusty surface. A dirty mattress. Shadows had no weight, but he felt the shadows of the 4 men atop him like they were dumbbells. The men murmured amongst themselves, and Thomas looked to each of the three men, momentarily taking away their lustful glares at the injured agent. They looked concentrated, and excited. Like they were getting ready for something. Spencer knew his voice would come out weak and pathetic due to the pain, but he had to distract them somehow. He decided to speak up, telling himself he would at least get a good look at the men.
"Please...my friend and I need help. We were in a crash."
Thomas turned his head to look at the young agent. "Don't worry about all that, Spencer."
Spencer shook at the fact that Thomas knew his name.
"Wait...h-how-" Spencer began
"...do I know your name?" Thomas interrupted with a vicious smile. "There's a lot of things I know about you Spencer. It's how I knew you were perfect for me. Especially when I helped you escape from that bastard agent!"
"What are you talking about? He's my friend!"
Thomas sneered at Spencer's comment. "Then you know nothing about him."
"How would you know?"
"Oh, you'll find out. But for now…I want to show you your new life with me, Pretty Boy."
"Does anyone know where Morgan or Reid are? We agreed to meet up at the bullpen half an hour ago." Hotch said.
Prentiss walked past Hotch, her heels clacking against the polished floor. "Not sure, I'll call them again for you. That mountainous area we passed through had choppy connection."
Suddenly, Hotch got a call. Thinking it was either Reid or Morgan, he picked up his phone, ready to go off on one of them for being late and ignoring their calls. He clicked "answer". But before he could think about how annoyed he was, he heard a different voice.
"Good evening. Is Aaron Hotchner there?"
Hotch's eyebrow twitched. "Yes." he said with a still firm voice.
"I'm Doctor Garret. Derek Morgan has you listed as one of his emergency contacts. He is in the hospital due to injuries in a car accident.
Hotch was shocked at the words "car accident." His anger turned into concern."What about Reid?"
"I'm sorry?" said the doctor.
"Spencer Reid was in the car with him. Is he okay?"
Hotch waited for an answer. It felt like an eternity. His heart broke into two when he heard the Doctor trying to hide his genuine confusion.
"I'm sorry sir, but there was no Spencer Reid at the site."
"Derek Morgan?"
Hotch swiftly stood up from his chair in the waiting room. He felt like if he was sitting in the chair for another second, he'd be glued to it. The rest of the team arose.
"Yes, that's us. How is he doing? Is he alright?"
"Mr. Morgan is in critical condition due to head injuries. He left forearm is broken and there are also minor cuts on his face from the glass. Luckily, I was able to remove the gunshot wound from his skull and there wasn't too much reconstruction needed. He's been slowly waking up"
"Can we see him?" asked Prentiss
"Of course. Follow me." he said with a small smile.
When the team walked in, they saw Derek. His left arm was wrapped with bandages and he had a nasal canal to help him breathe. He was pale, his skin almost grey. While his eyes were open, it was clear he struggled to stay awake. Garcia put her hands to her mouth at the sight of seeing her best friend injured.
"Oh no.." Garcia whispered, remembering what the doctor said. She slowly walked over to him as to not disturb him.
"Gar...cia..?" Morgan groaned.
"Yes, I'm right here, my beautiful Adonis."
"Noooo…" he moaned. "Find Reid, a man took him. Hhhhe shot me."
Morgan closed his eyes, picturing what had happened. He became more aware of the fact that he was too exhausted to stay awake, and decided to rattle off what was the most important. He remembered how evil the man looked. He had the eyes of someone who hated the world "Blue eyes.….late 40's….white...short hair...buzz cut...W-went off on foot" Hotch made a mental note of all of the characteristics Derek listed before Derek fell unconscious from exhaustion.
Garcia choked back tears and gently cupped Morgan's face. "We'll find him, baby boy. I promise."