Summary: One day the team gets a strange case involving oil paintings. Two men and two women go missing for five days then found dead in their apartments with an oil painting of themselves sitting with another man. Can the team find the killer and save the man in the paintings? And where has Ried been for the past year?

Warnings!: Kidnaping, mild torture, molestation. Suggested non-con/rape and Dub-con. May be more warnings in later

chapters.

I'm watching the 4th season right now so things won't be up to date. This is also my first criminal minds fanfic, so please excuses anything that may be wrong, or tell me.

The characters on the team are Morgan, JJ, Garcia, Hotch, Rossi, Prentiss, and Reid (but he's not really on the team, you'll see what I mean.)

I got this story idea from a Cmficfinders post, there was a comment on it, with a story that had nothing to do with what they wrote btw, i would tell you what it said but that would spoil a lot.

This is a short chapter but the others will be longer.

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One year, 8 months, 29 days. That how long ago SSA Dr. Spencer Reid had resigned from his job at the BAU. He left almost like Jason Gideon did, but instead of leaving a letter like Gideon did, he left a small note.

I'm sorry. Please don't look for me, I'll be fine. I'll miss all of you. Goodbye.

That's all it said. No one on the team knows what happened or where he went. Garcia tried to track him but he left no trail for her to follow. None of them know if he left on his own terms or someone else's. They try to find him, despite what 'reid' told them to do, and despite what their bosses said, they still looked. If he left on his own terms then they wanted answers, if he didn't leave on his own terms then they wanted to nail the bastard that took him.

The team tired to work like they did before, and they did a pretty good job of it. They didn't get a replacement for reid, the team was doing fine without one. Besides, 6 members are easier to split up, that's called looking on the brightside. Truth is, they solved the more cryptic cases faster and easier when Reid was around. But they wouldn't tell anyone that.

It was June 21, a quiet day so far, filled with paperwork and reports. They were kind of board to be honest, that was until Hotch and JJ came out of his office.

"Guys, to the conference room, we got a case." JJ called out to the only two members in the bullpen.

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"We have 4 victims in Springfield ,Main. Our first victim Mary Kent, 22, college student, was found in her apartment 5 days after she went missing. Our second victim Jacob Smith, 29, photographer, was also found dead in his apartment after missing for 5 days. Same goes with our third and fourth victims. Gwen Williams ,25, Journalist. Ryan Robins, 27, unemployed, all were beaten and paralyzed from the waist down, the females had their throats slit while the males were strangled. All have been killed within the last 4 months." JJ presented her team, as she spoke she clicked a remote and pictures of the murder scene came on the screen.

"Any signs of sexual assault?" Prentiss asked as he lifted his eyes from the file.

"There was only signs of groping, there was bruising around the female's breasts and males genitals." she informed him. "There was also something that's extremely weird." she clicked the remote again and brought up 4 photos of 4 paintings. "These paintings were found at the scenes. All oil, and all of them are of the victim and another man."

The paintings were magnificently done. They were slightly different, it depend on the victim. But they did have similar aspects to them, the females are always sitting beside the other man, flowers in their hair and hands, holding up what looked to be a silk sheet to cover their chests, they sat on a bench covered in white and silver silk sheets and a variety of coloured flowers. The males stood behind the man in the other paintings both hands on his shoulders, the background and foreground is the same as the females paintings. The colours are soft and calming, there are many flowers and silks in places that even out the painting nicely.

"The paintings have an almost 18th century feel to them." Rossi noted.

Suddenly, Garcia's straightened up, a grim look on her face as she said, "Sorry my Lovelies, but there's another victim. A Lilly Barnes, 28, worked at as a local dance teacher." she sent the pictures up to the big screen and printed them out at the same time.

"Well at least we know he has a type. Brown curly hair, hazel eyes." Morgan said and flicked the page.

"Wheels up in 20." Hotch dismissed them, they all got up to leave.

Before Morgan closed his file he looked more intently at the unknown man in the paintings, the man felt oddly familiar but morgan couldn't tell why. You could barely see the faces with this picture, he shouldn't feel this sense of familiarity. Shaking his head he closed the file, packed it away, and left the conference room like everybody else.

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He couldn't get enough of this young beautiful man. His soft, curly, messy looking, brown hair. The round, innocent, hazel eyes. His soft, pale skin, only marred with a few scars here and there, the moles that littered random places. His, tall, lanky, skinny body. Gorgeous! But it wasn't just his beautiful body that got him head over heals in love, it was also his amazing intelligence and gentle personality.

This man, his man, was the very definition of perfect. Every painting he created with him in it, was magnificent! Under the silk sheets and flowers, was a body that only he could touch, only he could feel. His face was always so full with emotion. He will always make a great painting.

He was even beautiful in bed. The faces and noises he made should be illegal. He was always awkward and shy when they were intimate, even fearful at first, but he's more accepting then he was a year ago.

Spencer Reid was absolutely gorgeous. Beautiful. Perfect. Any word to describe how absolutely exquisite he his. And he's all his!

Right now, the two laid in their bed, only the white silk sheets keeping their naked bodies covered. Spencer was a hand away from him, slightly curled up, teary hazel eyes stared at him and he stared back with his own brown eyes. He reaches a hand out and softly wiped away a tear from Spencer's gentle face.

"Why are you crying, Baby?" he asked, his expression soft, expressing his genuine emotions of concern for his young lover.

"I-I want to go home, please Drew," Spencer replied brokenly. "I miss my family, I know they miss me too."

Drew felt a wave of anger flow through him. "You are home. Don't you forget that spencer!" he moved his hand to grab spencer's hair roughly. "I don't ever want you to say that again!" he hissed and jerked his hand, making spencer flinch.

"Sorry…" he whimpered, his head bowing slightly and he curled up a bit more. Drew paused and realized what he did. Wincing slightly at the realization, he gently removed his hand from spencer's hair and stroked his cheek.

"No, I'm sorry baby. I just don't like when you talk like that. I love you, and I know you love me too, you're just conflicted right now and don't know what to think… come here" Drew said softly and pulled spencer closer to him, he rested his head against spencer's forehead and gave him a loving kiss, which spencer reluctantly returned. "Now lets sleep, we have a big day tomorrow! We're going to the fair that opened up tomorrow! You remember what you have to do right?"

Spencer nodded, "Wear the tuque, and stay beside you no matter what." he receited.

"Perfect! Now sleep, a day full of fun awaits us!"

TBC?