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Hotch walked out of the office, grime faced. It had been more than a day since Garcia and Reid had been taken. He walked up to Rossi.
"How's Morgan?" He asked softly and Rossi sighed.
"How do you expect? The two people he was closest too has been taken. He's hanging in there, but barely."
Hotch nodded slowly and rubbed his eyes from exhaustion.
"How are you doing?" Rossi asked in a softer tone.
Hotch shrugged.
"Two members of my team were taken...I'm barely hanging in there myself...but don't tell the others."
Rossi nodded.
"You know it's not healthy, keeping those feelings bottled up."
"As a person in charge I don't have the luxury of showing my feelings."
Rossi sighed.
"But still..." He arched his eyebrows. "You do know that this isn't your fault, right Aaron?"
Hotch sighed.
"I am their boss," he "Whatever happens to them IS my responsiblty."
Rossi closed his eyes.
"This isn't your fault-"
"Don't patronize me," Hotch snapped. "We don't have time for it. Does anyone have any leads?"
Silently Rossi shook his head.
"Not yet."
Hotch nodded.
"Tell me when you do."
He saw Morgan walk in the building and headed over to him. It was his job to put others's safety and feelings before his own.
"Morgan," he said quietly. He saw the worry in Morgan's eyes as he looked up, how lifeless he appeared. "We'll get them back," he added in a hushed whisper.
Morgan swallowed.
"How do you know? Because we have so much success in that area right?" His voice was thick with sarcasim. "Of people being returned alive after they are kidnapped..."
"More and more success because of our profiles, yes," Hotch said quickly. "No one will rest until they are found, you know that."
Morgan nodded.
"I'm...just afraid that they won't be found." He let the unspoken fear hang in the air.
Suddenly JJ appeared in the room, looking frantic. Hotch stared at her in shock.
"JJ? What are you doing here?" Both he and Morgan walked to towards her.
"I heard the news, Emily told me."
Hotch glanced and Prentiss who sighed.
"I figured she had the right to know, and we could use her help."
Slowly Hotch nodded.
"Does your boss know you're here?"
JJ nodded.
"He told me to stay as long as necessary," she said softly.
It was wonderful to see JJ again, but Hotch wished it was under different circumstances.
"Do we have any clues yet?" JJ asked in a breathless, worried tone. Her heart ached knowing Spence was kidnapped again...and now Garcia...poor Garcia...this shouldn't happen to them...it just wasn't fair.
"No," Morgan said quietly. "But we'll show you were they were probably taken."
JJ nodded and walked with Morgan and Emily as they headed to the garage.
Hotch sighed and sank into the nearest chair there was. Rossi watched, careful not to say anything. Hotch stared at a picture on Emily's desk,it was of the group together. Reid and Garcia was standing next to each other, Morgan on the other side of Garcia.
"If only there was some way," he muttered. "That you could tell me were you are..." He rubbed his forehead.
He knew he would never forgive himself if they didn't find him and knew that the chances of finding them both alive were slim to none.
But he had to stay positive, for the team and for himself. They needed him now more than ever and he couldn't fall apart no matter how much he wanted to.
He just hoped both Garcia and Reid knew how important they were to everyone. They were the heart of the team and that heart would stop beating if they died.
He couldn't let that happen, he wouldn't, his knuckles curled as he was determined to get them back, no matter what it took.
Garcia listened for noises upstairs. She didn't hear any and that scared her more than she thought she would. A part of her feared that they had already killed him. Tears streamed down her face.
Why did this happen? This wasn't fair...none of it was...She wans't prepared for something like this, but than again was anyone ever really prepared?
She couldn't afford to lose it. She had to stay strong, for Reid.
Suddenly the door flung open and Reid was dragged down the stairs by the collar. She stared in horror at his face, covered blood.
"What did you do to him?" She cried out to the man. He was half of Reid's size and his eyes were cold and black.
He turned to her and slapped her, his ring causing a cut to appear on her cheek.
"Shut the fuck up, bitch!" He growled.
"DON'T talk to her like that!" Reid said in a weak, but stern voice. That response recieved a kick in the stomach causing him to crumple to the ground. He groaned as the kicking continued, harder and harder.
"Stop it!" Screamed Garcia, "Stop!"
He turned to strike her again when Reid grabbed his leg to stop it.
"You little bastard!" The man growled grabbed the nearest baseball bat and rasied it.
"NO!" Screamed Garcia in horror. "NO PLEASE!" The baseball bat struck, and struck hard causing Reid to cry out in pain and Garcia to sob harder. "STOP IT YOU SONOFABITCH! STOP!"
Suddenly she heard wheezing noise coming from Reid.
"Stop! You're killing him!" She pleaded. The second kidnapper had opened the door stormed down the stairs and grabbed the baseball bat as the first man had risen it again.
"What the hell Steve? We need them both alive!"
"He was getting smart with me Jim!"
"Jesus, you already beat him half to death up stairs and that was to try and question him...we need them in tact and alive or this trade will never work."
Garcia was crying too hard to care what they were saying, she was relieved the beaten had stopped for now but noticed Reid's breathing. He was gasping for breath while cluching his stomach.
"I think he's having a panic attack!" She cried out in fear.
Jim glanced at Reid sharply.
"You see what you did?" He snapped at Steve and went over to her.
"Do you think you can ease his breathing? Calm him down"
Garcia controlled her own shaking to nod. He bent down to untie her.
"What the fuck are you doing?" Steve shouted.
"Like I said we need them alive! He's no good to us if he dies now because of some panic attack!"
Garcia ignored the bickering and rushed over toward Reid.
"It's okay Spencer," she sobbed as she lifted him up and listened to his wheezing breaths.
She pressed his head against her chest.
"Match my breathing okay? Try and copy it, can you do that for me?"
Reid nodded, still gasping for breath. She breathed in deep and slow, forcing herself to remain calm. Slowly he started to match her breaths as well, the breathing easing back to normal.
She squeezed his hand that wouldn't stop shaking.
"It's going to be okay," she mumbled into his ear. "It's going to be okay."
The two watched.
"Is it over?" Jim asked quietly. She listened to his breaths.
"Almost." Her voice was soft.
"I'll keep you both untied for now. You can't escape this place anyway."
She knew that was true, it was a small basement with now windows or vents.
"Are you crazy?" Steve hissed.
"No but I AM in charge, and you are going to do what I say unless you want to get shot!" Jim shot back. He nodded to Garcia.
"He'll be fine soon than?"
As fine as he can be with a pratically broken face, She thought bitterly but slowly nodded. He forced Steve to walk up the stairs. She shuddered as those cold black eyes glared at her as they headed up the stairs, daring her to do something stupid, daring her to try and escape.
As they left she continued to murmur softly to Reid, trying to calm him and breathe as slowly as possible. Finally Reid's breathing returned back to normal and she watched as he fell asleep in her arms as the darkness continued to engulf them.