"He's not home," Elle commented.
"I can see that, Elle," Morgan said. He didn't want to return to Hotch empty handed, because if their profile was right, the unsub would kidnap another teenage boy before the next evening.
"Let's get back to Reid." Elle said. Morgan sighed, silently agreeing with her.
As they made their way back down the quarter mile long driveway, Elle commented, "It looks like rain."
"Great, weather to match the mood," Morgan said jokingly. Elle gave a slight smile, but then frowned, "What? What is it?" Morgan asked.
"Where's Reid?" Elle asked. Morgan looked at the SUV that was now coming into sight, but couldn't see any sign of Reid.
"Yo, Reid! Come on man, stop playing!" Morgan called as Elle instinctively placed a hand on one of her holsters. She began to make her way to the SUV, with Morgan in tow. Morgan's heart felt like it had went up into his throat when they still couldn't find Reid.
"Call him," Elle instructed.
"Already on it," Morgan said, taking out his phone and dialing Reid's number. He closed his eyes in terror when he heard Reid's ring tone come from underneath the car. Elle bent over, picking something up. It was his phone.
"Wherever he went, he didn't bring his phone," She commented.
"Elle," said Morgan, "How many times does the unsub insert himself into the investigation?"
"Reid would know,"
"This man called as a witness to say he saw the last kidnapping and rape happen. What are the odds that-?"
"Reid doesn't fit the victimology," Elle's voice had gotten quieter.
"The victimology is teenage boys who are runaways. Reid looks younger than he is, and sometimes, with the way he dresses, he looks homeless."
"Oh God," Elle whispered, "Call the others."
The man grunted as he finished inside of Reid. He laid on top of him, then, panting, before Reid felt him roll off, and Spencer almost sighed in relief.
But that momentarily relief did not last long, because he felt the cold metal of the man's knife tear into his skin.
"To tell everybody that you're mine,"
I'm not yours! Reid thought stubbornly, but remained silent. He closed his eyes, the worst part was already over, and the knife was really nothing, compared to what had just happened.
The man then got up, brushing his jeans off, still facing away from Reid, not showing his face. He walked away from Reid.
Reid tried to take in every other characteristic of the man, though. He was tall, muscular. He had dark brown hair and was wearing a t-shirt and jeans, both of which had blood on them. Reid's blood.
As soon as the man was out of sight, Reid reached down and pulled his pants up, too exhausted to do anything else.
At least when they find my body, I won't be completely naked.
Night had just about fallen, and Reid could barely see what was in front of him anymore. Whether that was due to the concussion he had sustained, or the darkness, he wasn't completely sure. Never in his life had he felt so vulnerable, and so disgusting. He let out a small sob, wrapping his arms around his torso as rain started to fall.
"Thanks Garcia," Hotch said, hanging up his phone. Gideon looked up from the case file he had been studying, his glasses on the edge of his nose.
"Nothing useful," He assured him as JJ entered the conference room in the town's crowded police station.
"You got anything?" Gideon asked the blonde media liaison.
"Maps of every campsite and national park in the state," She said, "I wish we wouldn't have sent Reid with the others, he would be able to do this so much faster," She said, laying the maps down on the table.
Moments later, Hotch's phone rang again. This time, it was Morgan.
"Yeah?" He asked as he answered the phone.
"Hotch, we think the unsub has Reid." Morgan's voice almost cracked, and Hotch could tell that he was in distress.
Hotch, taken off his guard, was silent for a moment, before asking, "Are you sure?"
"Yes." Hotch's stomach twisted into uncomfortable knots.
"Hold on," He said, putting the phone on speaker, "You've got Gideon, JJ, and I. Tell us what happened,"
"We went to talk to Timothy Curry, the witness. He's the unsub."
"Did you arrest him?" JJ asked.
"No,"
"How do you know he's the unsub?" Gideon asked, taking off his glasses.
"Because he took Reid."
There was a stunned silence in the room following the sentence, Gideon's jaw clenched, and JJ's eyes widened.
"I want a unit out there right now, let's find him before its too late," Hotch said before hanging up.