It had been two weeks since Spencer had gone missing and the team wasn't the same. There was no trace him. Garcia had tried everything possible but whoever took Reid was completely off the radar. Hotch had been growing increasingly depressed and Morgan was so angry. It was like he had just disappeared, they had even gone through Spencer's apartment and computer to see if they could find anything, they hated invading on his privacy like this but it was necessary.

Hotch sighed as he looked through Spencer's room again, he had been here quite a few times but never found anything. He opened the desk drawers seeing if there was anything, he found half written letters to his mom and old papers. There were some pictures of a very young Spencer who looked nine or ten; he was holding a huge textbook probably meant for a college level. Then there was one of Spencer and his mom on Halloween he was dressed up like a blue power ranger. Hotch smiled at this, Spencer kept some of his favorite pictures from his childhood.

Then his hand felt something else, he pulled out a leather bound book. It was small and was tied shut. It was worn and old, it looked thoroughly used. Hotch untied it and opened the book. The front cover said property of Spencer Reid, it was a journal. Hotch was intrigued he never knew Spencer kept a journal. He opened it and began to flip through the pages it seemed to start when Spencer was in college. He wrote about his classes and the friends he made. He seemed to write about a guy named Ethan a lot. He soon realized that they had been in a relationship for a few months. Then he wrote about contemplating putting his mother in a sanitarium. He seemed so upset by this and he really hated the idea. But in the end he ended up going through with it. He barley wrote for a few years and then began writing again. He wrote about meeting Gideon and how much interest the man showed in him. He had even made some advances on him but Spencer had rejected him. Then he began writing about joining the BAU and how excited he was. Hotch smiled at this, He seemed so young and innocent when he first met Spencer years ago. After that Spencer rarely wrote anymore, sometimes he would write about the really rough cases they had, and about his dilaudid cravings. Hotch had no idea Spencer's headaches had gotten that bad. Spencer seemed so terrified what the doctors would tell him. He began writing about his relationship with Hotch, he sounded happier than he had been in a long time. Spencer also wrote about feeling like he was being watched sometimes when he went out, he didn't want to tell anyone because then they would think he was paranoid or something.

Hotch felt enraged by this, Spencer had noticed something and had not said anything because he was paranoid. Well considering that his mother is a paranoid schizophrenic, he would probably be a bit nervous. But why wouldn't Spencer have told him? Hotch told him he would never judge him. But it was too late now and the most important part now was finding him.

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Spencer lay there in pain he could feel Chris kissing his face and neck, everything hurt so bad and he felt extremely weak and sick. He was coming in and out of consciousness every so often. The next time he was aware of things he could feel cool water being pressed against his lips. He whimpered, shifting on the mattress, his arms and legs were still restrained. "Shh Spencer. You have a fever but you're going to be fine." Chris whispered to him. "I'm tired." He whispered. "Yes I know, just get some rest okay. I have to leave for work soon." Spencer just nodded as he faded out of consciousness again.

When Spencer was beginning to wake up everything felt so fuzzy, the room was blurry. All he could feel was hands running down his weak body and someone kissing him gently. He groaned softly looking around a bit. He then felt Chris's mouth sucking and licking at his soft member bringing it to hardness. Spencer whimpered softly, he didn't want to do this. He wanted Aaron to come and save him.

"Shh, Spencer. Just relax. This will feel good I promise." Chris then adjusted himself and pushed himself into Spencer's tight hole. The man moaned in pleasure, slamming harder into his helpless victim. "God, you're so tight." Chris moaned. Spencer let more tears run down his face, Chris was not being gentle at all.

When he released he pulled out slowly of the bloody hole, which was now leaking semen. Spencer was crying harder now as Chris molested him more, touching him everywhere. It was like his body didn't even belong to him anymore. Chris could do whatever he liked and he couldn't do a thing about it. Spencer thought miserably. He wanted Aaron so badly now, the pain was unbearable.

After a minute Chris got up and walked over to another side of the room, Spencer vaguely heard a door open and Chris came back out. He whimpered softly trying to get comfortable in the position he was in. Chris had still had him tied up, he then heard clicking and a light in his eyes but everything was too blurry and he could see very well. Then he felt something hard being pushed inside his abused entrance, it began vibrating and pleasure and pain radiated through his body. Spencer whimpered softly he felt so helpless, he then felt a liquid on his chest and stomach and Chris speaking to him before he passed out.

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Weeks went by and turned into months everyone at the BAU was losing hope of ever seeing Reid again. Strauss was even trying to convince Hotch to replace Reid. But the team would never hear of it, although their opinion was not cared for. Everything at Reid's desk was left how it was and Aaron went to his apartment to clean once a week for when he came back. The other teams watched sadly with pity as they mourned.

Aaron Hotchner walked through the halls of the BAU to his office he opened the door shutting it quietly. He sat down at his desk; there were files of candidates to replace Spencer sitting there. Strauss must have put them there; he didn't even bother looking through them before tossing them in the old file bin. Aaron sighed looking up at a picture of him and Spencer, his arm was around Spencer's waist pulling him closer and Spencer was laughing while Aaron grinned back at him. That picture was taken a few weeks before he was taken when they were at the park on a Saturday afternoon with Jack. That was such a fun day he remembered, but now nothing but pain and grief filled his life. Why must everyone he loved be taken away from him, was he just meant to be unhappy forever?

Hotch heard a knock on his door and looked up as Morgan came in. "We have a case Hotch." The younger man announced. He stood up trying to forget his depressing thoughts but that would never happen.

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Spencer lay on his side on his mattress, a thin blanket hardly covering him. The cold room of the basement made his sick and he was now very weak. His matted hair had grown longer and his skin was so pale from being in the dark room all this time. He would just lay there for hours looking at the cracks in the wall wondering when he would die. Chris stopped by everyday to see him, he would hold him and talk to him about his day or if he were feeling sadistic he would whip him or rape him. Sometimes he would take pictures, not like Spencer cared anymore he was going to die anyway he just wanted to get it over with he had no idea how long he had been gone for. Sometimes Spencer would think about the team and Aaron and his mom. They probably replaced him already with someone much better than him; this was his entire fault anyway.

The door opened at the top of the stairs and he could hear footsteps. "Hey Spencer." Chris set the tray of food he had brought down on the hard floor. He picked up the water bottle opening it and gently put his hand down on the younger man's shoulder making him turn on to his back. "You need to eat, you've been looking thin." Chris told him. The last thing Spencer wanted was food, his stomach hurt so bad and he just couldn't handle so much. "N..no I'm f..fine." He whispered hoarsely. He then felt Chris press the water bottle up to his mouth, cool water being poured into his dry mouth. He coughed trying to pick his head up; Chris helped him up a little so he could drink better.

When he had finished Spencer tried to lie back down but Chris had kept him up. "You need to eat also." Spencer tried to push him away but he was too weak. "I made you oatmeal." He always made him oatmeal; it was probably one of the only things he could make. He spooned the mushy tasteless food into Spencer's mouth, forcing him to swallow. After a while he seemed to be finished he said he'd be back later and kissed him on the forehead. Spencer was so tired he lay there for a while before falling back to sleep.

Chapter 2 completed 8/5/12

My summer job is now finished so I hope I will have more time to write. But im taking two online classes and im going away for a few days. My school starts August 20 so I don't have much time left of summer. So please review I know this chapter was boring.