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Chapter Two: High and Mighty Genius of Quantico

There were a lot of things Spencer Reid hated. Getting kidnapped had to be within the top three. Ever since the Hankel incident, he had feared getting put in this type of situation again.

Yet he had managed to.

Somehow he found himself, sniffling with his cold, pressed against the back of Emily Prentiss' couch. His cheek stung from the fist that had connected with it, but he would take that any day, as long as he knew the unconscious brunette next to him was okay.

He had no way of telling so.

Ever since she cried out from hitting her ribs against the counter, she had been passed out. Of course, the slow, steady breathing from her body told him she was still alive, but he could not tell the extent of her injuries.

Pacing back and forth, guns in each hand, Clay rubbed at his head ferociously; he definitely was not expecting the boy to interrupt. Most definitely not. He figured it would not take to long just to shoot him and run with Emily… Although, she seemed to have a protective feel over the little boy. It could be fun to mess with her, by messing with him.

His next problem was how the hell was he to get her to the car. For one, he never planned on knocking Emily out, sure as hell carrying an unconscious woman around would be a lot more suspicious.

He had to face the facts:

He was as good as screwed.

"W-Who are you?" Spencer managed to stutter out. It was only now that he realised how dry his mouth had became. Each swallow of air scratched against his dry throat.

Reid could have sworn he heard the man mutter an answer, "Need to know." He managed to make out.

"Need to know? If you're going to keep me here, I am pretty certain I need to know." Good job, Reid, antagonise the man with the guns, because that won't get you shot! He scolded himself.

Clay let out an almost menacing chuckle, "You won't need to know anything, Spencer," He said his name with an overwhelming sense of venom, "Because you won't even remember any of this when I am done with you."

Reid sat there, panicking, not just fearing for his own life, but the still unconscious Emily, "Done with me?" He glanced down to the two guns, gulping with another shot of pain.

All the time they had sat in silence, Spencer Reid had been trying his best to profile the man, and so far he knew very little, all except the obvious, pissing him off would be terrible. Crucial. For him or Emily.

"I don't need you! All I need is her, we belong together! She is my Emily."

With a smirk, Reid replied, "She isn't yours. She never will be."

Before Reid knew, Clay was grabbing a fistful of his hair, he started shouting in his face, each word spat out furiously, "Listen to me," Reid could have sworn he was pulling each hair out of his head, "She is mine. She will never be yours. Emily Prentiss belongs with me!"

"No she doesn't." There was a part of him that was unsure about why he was getting the man worked up, but he was not listening to that part. Right now, there were warning signs going off in his head, ones that told him he would never let himself see Emily Prentiss the same way he did after Benjamin Cyrus got a hold of her. He refused to. It would take everything in his power to stop that from happening, but he was determined to.

"She will never belong with you!" Clay let the gun swing to meet Reid's once unharmed cheek. For a moment, the stunned profiler had to wonder if this was how Elle Greenaway felt when she was hit on the train. Quickly, he shook his attention from one brunette to the other.

"Emily Prentiss will never love you, she will never be in love with you, and she most definitely is not going to go anywhere with you."

"Want a bet?" Clay menaced, as he threw the gun over the other side of the room, keeping only one in his hand. The free hand wrapped around Reid's arm, and lifted him off the floor.

He met the coffee table with a thud and a groan.

"She loves me!" His heavy foot collided with Reid's side.

Reid did all he could do while he was trying to catch the breath that had been knocked from his body; he writhed on the floor in pain. Analysing himself, trying anything to take his mind off of the pain, he figured he had a broken rib, maybe two.

"You think you know her feelings for me, Doctor Reid," He dragged a still stunned Reid by the neck, and forced him against the wall, strangling him, "She is my Emily, my Emily, one day we'll get married, and we'll have our kids, and we won't need anyone like you!" He slammed Reid's head against the wall, Reid let out a whimper, "Getting in our way."

The first thing Emily Prentiss processed when she began to wake up was pain. Every breath she tried to take failed, halfway she would have to stop, and breath back out. After analysing that she could only breath a small amount, she tried to force her eyes open, when she did, she regretted it. Clay had Reid forced against the wall by the stairs, chocking him. Emily had no clue how long he had held Reid like that, but she sure as hell knew the younger agent was in dire need of a bit of oxygen.

Pushing her boundaries, she stood from the floor. Her body tensed up, and her ribs throbbed. Biting her lower lip as tightly as she could, Emily pushed herself towards Clay's back. There was a lapse, in which she wondered if she should grab a knife from the kitchen. After seeing Reid's slowly reddening face, she knew she had no more time.

With as much force as she could, Emily brought her hands above her head. Holding in the cry of pain as she brought the clasped hands onto the man's skull. If she was not in so much trouble, she would have thanked genetics that she was so tall. Instead, she bent down to Reid's level, pushing her own pain out of her mind and asked, "Are you okay?"

Gasping for breath, Reid just nodded.

"Okay, we need to get out of here." Emily said, trying to help him stand.

"The gu- He threw the-" Reid tried to tell her.

"It's okay." Emily ran a hand over his back, "Calmly, deep breaths."

"He," Reid began to take deep breaths between each word, "Threw the gun. Over there." Nodding his head to the far corner.

Clay began to stand from his once crumpled position, looking furiously at the brunette he was still madly in love with, "You bitch!" He shouted.

Before Emily had a chance to process the information, and make her own lunge for the gun, a fist met her ribs once again. Reid dropped to the floor as Emily cried out. One hand on the wall to stop herself from falling.

"He's trying to interfere with our love, why can't you see that?" Clay exclaimed, this time sending another blow Reid's way. "He needs to stop. He needs to die."

The gun that was in his other hand came forward, but Emily grabbed his arm.

"No, please. If you love me, you won't do this!" Emily almost sobbed. Almost. "Just leave him alone and I will do anything you want. Anything, I swear."

Anything was a bit too vague for her liking, but it was something to save Reid.

"No, Emily." Reid begged.

"Shut up and let the lady talk, Spence." Clay hit him again, letting a half conscious Reid lay collapsed on the bottom stairs. "Anything? You'll come with me without a fuss?" He bargained.

"Emily." Reid tried to choke out, shaking his head.

Turning with his hand raised, Emily knew Clay was going to lash out again.

"Clay, no. I will go with you. But lay one more hand on him and I swear to God I am not going anywhere with you." She took the opportunity to give Reid his name, at least then they could find her faster.

It was only a short few seconds in which Spencer had relayed the information, but he knew what the on coming blackness meant, and if no one found him soon, Emily was going to have to be with that creep longer. All alone. God knows what Clay would do to her.

As the darkness consumed all the corners of Spencer Reid's mind, Clay ushered Emily Prentiss out of her home. The gun masked under his sleeve, of course, he made sure Emily knew of that.

Thankfully (for Clay only), they were not disturbed by any of Emily's neighbours. Nor did anyone question his motives for shoving Emily in the car, all in all, things were going quite smoothly.

Emily had no clue where they were headed, all she knew was that they were leaving Quantico. Clay had locked the car doors, the gun was laying in his lap. A satisfied smirk lay on his face.

"I have waited for this day for so long." He said to her, breaking the silence in the car. "The day I could take you to my favourite childhood place, and we can live a happy life out there." He turned to look at her, but Emily refused to meet his gaze, looking to her shaking hands. "I wonder how many children we'll have. I think four is a perfect number." Clay chuckled, "two girls, two boys. That sounds nice. Do you have any preferred names?"

Emily was unsure if the question was rhetorical. It was a question after all, and he kept looking to her for an answer, but she refused to give him one.

"Didn't think so. I think Elizabeth for a girl, after your mother. She'd like that. Elizabeth and Abigail." He gave a satisfied nod, "I never thought of the boys names, thought you'd like to do that. But it's okay. We have at least nine months to wait."

Softly, gently, his hand came off the stirring wheel and landed on top of Emily's stomach, she panicked, "What? No! I'm not…" Quickly she shook her head.

"Not yet, no. But I've set everything up already. When we get home I think it's time to start trying."

Terror filled Emily, he was going to rape her, impregnate her. She was unclear as to if she was scared of the ordeal of being raped by the man she once admitted she would have been sexually attracted to, or if she lived in horror of how much damage he can do to her already harmed ribs.

Reid remembered opening his eyes only a couple of hours later. He took in the surrounding. Still sat on Emily's stairs, he noticed a broken flower vase, the water lying in a pool between the broken glass. Reid's gun lay over in the far corner of the living room still, no one seemed to have touched it.

He took a deep breath and forced himself to scramble to Emily's mobile phone on the coffee table, ignoring the protests of his own body.

"You have reached the High and Mighty Genius of Quantico, state your wish…" Penelope answered in traditional fashion.

Every time Spencer tried to get a word out of his mouth, it came out in a blow of air. Dizziness was once again consuming himself.

Garcia, who heard the heavy breathing on the other line, practically cringed, "Normally I'd be in for a bit of phone sex, Kevin. But we're on a case you naughty boy." She rolled her eyes.

"Ga-Garcia." Reid finally managed to get out.

"Oh, sweet genius, I never thought you'd be into that kind of thing." She winked.

Once again, he reverted to the tactics of taking a deep breath every time he said a single word. It took time, but it worked, "No… Garcia."

"Are you okay, Reid?" Penelope suddenly turned professional, concern in each word.

"At… Emily's… She's… Trouble… Clay…" Every word took more energy out of his drained body, as he said Emily's captor, he felt the phone slipping from his grasp. That same black wave welcoming him once again.

"Reid… Hello?" Garcia said, panicking. "Reid!" She shouted down the phone; It was no use. "I'm on my way, stay calm." Pen told him, unsure why she did so, it comforted her more than it did him.

Hanging up, grabbing her cell and keys, Garcia raced to the parking level of Quantico, dialling Morgan's number as she did so.

"Oh, sexiness, you were absolutely right. Hotch and Rossi are at the mother's house now trying to find a place. We should be home soon."

Every word Morgan had said, a tear trickled down Garcia's face, it was like she was just processing everything: Reid was in trouble! She sobbed.

"Baby Girl?" Morgan asked.

"Derek…" She managed to choke out, "Reid just called, he sounded… troubled? And said something about Em being in trouble."

Morgan exclaimed down her ear, "What?"

"I'm on my way to Emily's apartment. Just wrap this case up and get home as fast as you can, please."

"Sure, Pen."

"I will call as soon as I find anything out."

"Okay, stay safe." He reminded her, and the line went dead.

Penelope Garcia had not ran so many red lights in her entire life, but she was running down the hallway to Emily's apartment in a short ten minutes. When she arrived at the open door, the sight shocked her.

A pale, limp Reid lay slumped on the floor. He looked badly beaten. The apartment was not as put together as she remembered all those times she had visited Emily, broken glass and water lay accompanying Reid on the floor.

She unfroze herself from the shocked position she was standing in, and grabbed her mobile, dialling 911 and rushing to Reid's side.

An hour passed like a blur to her, she had checked for a pulse, thankfully there was one, and followed the orders of the dispatchers. Riding in the back of the ambulance, Penelope felt like she was on the outside looking in. None of this could be real. The second they arrived at the hospital, Reid was taken away.

Now sat in the waiting room, biting her once perfectly painted purple nails, waiting for news of Reid, all thoughts of Emily were pushed from her mind, any thought about phoning her boss were gone; she could do all that once Reid was okay.

"Spencer Reid?" A doctor called out.

It took a moment or two for her to look up and nod her head at him, "I work with him." She told him.

Satisfied with this answer, he informed her, "Mr Reid is doing just fine. He has a broken rib, concussion and some facial and neck bruising, but he is alright."

Penelope felt like the weight of the world was lifted from her shoulders as she let out the breath she had been holding, "Can I see him?"

"Sure, but be careful with him. He should be resting, we're going to keep him overnight for observations."

She nodded, "Of course."

The hallways seemed to get longer on the journey to Reid's room, but she would walk them forever just to see he was okay. When she finally entered the room, to find a battered Reid sitting up in bed, she sighed. Relieved to see he was alive.

"Reid, thank God." She said, racing to envelope him in a weak hug.

"Emily. He has her. Have you found her?" He asked, out of breath still.

Penelope enclosed her face with her hands, "I'm going to call the team back now, and the cops, don't worry."

"You… You haven't called them?" He almost shouted.

"Calm down, I just wanted to make sure you were okay." Garcia informed him, pulling the mobile from her pocket.

"Call them, he has her. Clay, he's taken her, he thinks she's in love with him. I don't know what he'll do to her, Garcia." She nodded, and wiped one of his tears away, it broke her heart to see him so beaten and upset.

"I am going to, and then I'm going to get Kevin tracking for a Clay, okay?"

Reid shook his head, "No, you do it. Please. She needs the best to find her sooner. I'll be fine. Please, just help Emily."

Garcia gave him a sad smile, "Okay, fine, but I will be back to check on you later, I expect you to rest."

He agreed.

The moment she got out of the hospital, and was grabbing a taxi, she was on the phone to Morgan once again.

"Any news?" He asked.

"Reid's been beaten, he's in the hospital. Someone called Clay did it, he's taken Emily. I'm going to track him now, see what I can pull." She blurted out, so much so that the taxi driver passed her a confused look in the rear-view mirror.

"Oh shit." Morgan cursed, pressing a hand to his head, "We'll fly back in an hour. The squad can handle the arrest." He informed her.

"Okay." Was all Garcia could reply. Sobbing again.

"She will be fine, baby girl, you know our Emily, she's tough." He assured her.

What Emily Prentiss would never admit to herself, was the fact she was terrified.

The second they had arrived at a wooden house somewhere on the outskirts of Quantico, Clay had forced her (at gunpoint) into the house.

Flower petals laced the floor, candles were lighting the way to a room she could only assume was the bedroom. All in all, it was romantic, if it was not for the fact she had been kidnapped and forced here.

Now she lay on a single mattress in one of the back bedrooms. Clay had left a long time ago to meet his friends at the pub and to supposedly boast about his new girlfriend to his friends.

Of course, escape had passed her mind many times, but it was useless, pulling against the ropes that tied her to the piping along the floor only worked in her getting sore wrists.

Clay had not tried anything on with her yet, apart from a kiss or two, but Emily knew once he had a drink or two in him, there would be no stopping him.

Now she had to hope, pray to which ever God may be listening, that her team had found Reid, that they had discovered his identity and that they were on their way.

Maybe it was just a dream, especially since the team were away on a three day case.

Putting her cool head back on, Emily tried to think of anything other than the nagging feeling of being stuck here, tried to ignore her pain and sorrow. She began to compartmentalise.

Review if you hate Clay?

I also apologise for making Garcia a bit out of character, I, too, didn't believe she would wait that long before starting the whole Emily search. Although, I guessed she was waiting for confirmation from Reid.

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