(Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds or its characters)

Woooo, new chapter! Yay! I was actually super excited to write this, I'm totally invested in this story. Thanks again Reidgirl for this great request, I hope this is what you wanted.


Spencer woke up slowly, his head swaying and small mumbles escaping his lips as he came back to the living. He squinted around the sleep in his eyes, reaching a hand to wipe it away and realising his hands weren't available to fulfill their desired task. He glanced down and found his arms wrenched behind his back, his legs forced out uncomfortably in front of him, thick, black duck tape securing his knees and ankles together and by the rawness of his wrists, he could tell they too were tied with duck tape. To heighten his problem, Reid was unable to let out more than the mumbles he had minutes before, his mouth was covered in the same tape, which was irritably tickling his nose.

Spencer shook his head, causing nausea to fill his stomach and he felt bile tingle at the back of his throat. He breathed deeply through his nose, trying to each the sickness away, he knew if he was sick now, he'd suffocate. The thought plagued his mind and only elevated his throats desire to heave. He focused on his breathing and soon he felt save enough to open his eyes again. Reid blinked several times to clear the blurriness, and slowly looked around.

He was in some kind of warehouse. The room they were in was the main floor room. Clearly it had been abandoned from the discarded machinery lay in small piles here and there, to the dank smell, as if life hadn't been present for a long time. Spencer was lent against a wall and he weakly directed his eyes to the wall. They landed on another body. Reid narrowed his eyes.

Morgan! His mind jumped to life, refreshing Spencer on everything that had happened. Once again, Spencer felt a little ill thinking about what had gone down. The crash. The blood. The hand. He shuddered at the memory of the fingers caressing his hair.

Reid yelled through the tape, praying Derek would hear him.

"Mrrn" he growled loudly, the tape restricting his voice.

"Mmmrk", Morgan didn't even twitch at Spencer's loud, muffled cries.

Suddenly, a door slammed open and Spencer's eyes flew to the direction of the noise, his body beginning to tremble involuntarily.

"Don't waste your voice, Kid", guffawed the man, coming close to Spencer and kneeling beside him. Spencer beheld his face and began to shy away when a calloused hand help his head in place, his fingers twirling through Spencer's curls. The man had a hard face, rounded at the edges, but even so this didn't soften one's preconception of the guy. His eyebrows were thick and furry, furrowed more often than not. His eyes were a dim mixture of gray and green, portraying little emotion or character. His thin lips curled up into a smile, revealing surprisingly white teeth. The Unsub looked over Spencer, appreciating the young man. He stared down into the boys eyes, drinking in the fear and innocence that practically leaked out from them. Spencer looked away, unable to look into the eyes of a devil.

"It seems we're not properly acquainted. I'm Robert. I'll call you boy or kid. What are you, 25?" Spencer looked up at the man, silll shaking. "Younger?" Robert asked. Spenecr didn't move and Robert sighed, sending a backhand across Spencer's cheek, Reid bit his tongue painfully and his mouth filled with an unnatural metallic taste and yet again bile came to the edge of his throat.

"Younger?" Robert repeated sternly. Reid shook his head gently, cautious of the throb running cross his skull. "Older than 25?" Spencer nodded, anxiously glancing at the fist Robert had made.

"26?" Shake.

"27?" Reid shook again.

"28?" Finally Reid nodded and the Unsub's smile widened.

"Ah, still young. I was surprised you were even in the FBI. As soon as I saw you I knew I had to have you, even though you were hunting me." Reid's brow furrowed the cogs in his brain whirring away.

"It's lucky you only found Tyler. You guys had no idea he had a partner did you? You think he could do it on his own? No. I chose the boys, he'd grab them, I'd have my fun, we'd kill them together. Everything was perfect until you guys showed up." Spencer whimpered behind the duck tape. "Oh, don't worry, I don't blame you, Boy. I blame your agent friends. I have to do this all on my own because of them", Robert pinched the bridge of his nose, his smile faltering.

"No matter. I can still have my fun", with that Robert stood up and stepped over to Morgan, Reid screamed behind his tape for him to leave Derek alone.

Spencer's mind flickered back to the past week. They'd been chasing an unsub who'd been kidnapping, assaulting and killing young men who reminded him of his brother. They'd caught the man, eveything matched, he even had a hostage and admitted to the crimes. So who was Robert?

Reid didn't have much time to think when he heard a gasp fill the room, his eyes snapped to his friend, who's eyes were finally open and he was panting heavily.

"What the hell!?" Morgan snapped and the Unsub backhanded him.

"Rise and shine agent! You've caused me a whole deal of trouble", Robert paced the room. Spencer called out to Morgan, who slowly turned his head and saw Reid.

"Reid! Are you alright man?" Spencer nodded vigourously. This was a lie. Spencer could feel something very wrong in his body, it started at his leg and spread along his entire body. Facts about infection sprung to mind as he took a look at the leg that had been trapped in the car. He could see the dried and fresh blood, but the wound was covered by his damp and muddy pant leg. Spencer took his eyes from his leg and took in Morgan's appearance.

Derek had a gash on his forehead, with dried blood resonating around it. His shirt was ripped and beneath it were deep bruises from the shots he'd taken.

"It's alright Reid, I'm alright. We're gonna get out of here", Morgan promised before turning to their captor. "What the hell do you want, man!?" He spat courageously.

Robert was typing at his computer, ignoring Derek. He fiddled with some wires and pulled out a tripod. Spencer gulped, memories of his time with Tobias circling his mind.

"Well agent, I think the other FBI agents deserve to know where you are. I need to show them how weak you two are, that you both got caught by one man", he chuckled, "you call yourselves agents", he snorted, setting up the tripod and camera.

"You see I was pretty handy with all this techy shit, heck I even taught it. Okay, big smiles you two, you're live in..."

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