The case the team had just finished didn't have the outcome that any of the team were hoping for, after searching for the unsub for a week they found him lying amongst the bodies of ten missing girls in their twenties. He had committed suicide as soon as he heard the siren, gunshot to the head, ice and clean. It wasn't a sight any of them would soon forget and in the mind of Spencer Reid it would never be forgotten.
He couldn't wait to get back to his apartment and sink into some much deserved sleep, maybe read a book or two to help send him off. The caffeine in his system keeping him from passing out through exhaustion was slowly wearing off and sleep would take hime soon. As he drove to his apartment he barely noticed the white, immaculately kept van which had been following him since his departure from Quantico. His tired eyes didn't pay attention to the vehicle slowly closing in behind him. He reached his apartment building and parked his car rather arkwardly on the dark street. Then he bent down to pick up his go-bag from the passenger seat but was stopped short when he heard the door open and felt a sharp pain shoot through the back of his head. Slumped forward in the seat his attacker dragged him out of his car with rough hands. Closing his eyes and subduing to unconsciousness he wondered how many more crap things could happen in his life. Black.
As the yound doctor started to wake he reached for his pillow to hold over his eyes. The light was to much and he wanted to carry on sleeping. He was so tired. His hand searched around his head to grasp nothing but air and thinking it was nothing to worry about Spencer reached to pull his duve over his head instead. Again feeling nothing was there he realised that he was not lying on his bed at all he was on a cold, stone floor.
The room itself was a fairly comfortable temperature but the heat failed to reach the floor he was lying on. Before opening his eyes he thought about the light coming in through the window but it didn't feel right. In the morning he could feel the sun slowly heat his body, rising from the east but this wasn't a warm light surrounding him it was small and concentrated on him. A light bulb hanging out of the ceiling. Still not putting this together in his mind he sat up to reach for his light switch, wanting to fall back to sleep. The shooting pain in his head as he sat up was enough to freeze him in place. Opening his eyes he remembered what had happened the night before. He had never made it to his comfortable bed, heck, he had never even made it to the door of his apartmet building. Someone had taken him and he didn't know where.
There wasn't much in the room he had been left in. There was no furniture, just a light bulb dangling above his head and two large, digital timers on the wall. Neither of them had started counting down and he was glad. Seeing as the first timer was only set to eight minutes he was worried about what he would have to do in that time.
"Hello?" he called, not expecting an answer.
As he turned around to see if there was anything else of interest in his prison he found that there was no obvious exit but there was a small camera hanging in the corner of the grey room, a red light showed that it was recording. He turned away from the watchful eyes of his captor, not wanting to give them the satisfaction of seeing the fear sparking in his eyes. He couldn't survive here for long and he knew it. There was no food and no water anywhere in sight. If he wasn't set free soon then he would die here. He pushed the thought out of his mind as he turned to look at the recorded time on the second timer, one hour. He wouldn't be left here long enough to die of starvation because he had a part to play. He didn't know what it was but he wasn't looking forward to finding out.
After tapping all of the surrounding walls to check if they were hollow he sank to the floor, finding nothing. How did I even get in here, he wondered. When he looked up from his position on the floor the first timer began to tick down. There was no warning and he started to panic, what was he supposed to in eight minutes and what had he done to trigger the first timer.
"What did I do?" he asked facing the camera, starting to pace the room. Little did he now that this timer was not set for him.