Chapter 2
A/N: Hey guys, I'm sorry I've taken much longer than I thought I would, I really was not sure if I was going to continue this or not… but I'm back! I have so many ideas for other stories too and I don't know if I should go through with them or not…
I do not own anything Criminal Minds… that's all CBS. If I did, things would be very different!
Here it goes
"Son of a bitch!" Morgan shouted, his eyes practically glowing with anger. Garcia didn't pay any attention to the tears and mascara cascading down her face: she was frantically working on her computer, trying anything she could think of to get her white chocolate back. JJ was sitting, stunned, unsure of what to do or say. Her body wracked with silent sobs for her Spence. Emily, the master at compartmentalization, had her poker face on, already analyzing all of the evidence they had-the pictures, the video, anything-to get some sort of idea of who the hell this William Reid was. Dave and Hotch, the team leaders, were trying to wrap their heads around what had just happened, what they had just witnessed, while simultaneously trying to keep their level-headedness that they so desperately needed to have as the leaders of their team. All of this going on in each of the team members minds, while trying not to think of what their co-worker, friend, and family member could possibly be going through right now. "Damn kid," Morgan asked out loud while looking at one of the pictures of kid Reid, "what did this SOB do to you?"
Spencer Reid woke to the feeling of someone's foreign grip around his lanky frame. He was being carried, bridal style, through the cold, dead night. He was gagged, blindfolded, and his arms were handcuffed together. Even without the iron like grip one of his captors (his father was not this strong; it had to be an accomplice. But who?) had on him, Spencer doubted that he could have escaped. He must have been drugged-though he didn't feel the same as when Tobias Hankel drugged him, he still felt as if his legs were being held down by weights. He tried to mentally assess himself: definitely some bruised ribs, an either fractured or broken leg, a sprained wrist, a split lip, a gash underneath his right eye-he knew he didn't look too hot. All of a sudden, unexpectedly, he was dropped by the man who was carrying him. Spencer gave a grunt when he hit the cold, rock hard ground. He was lifted suddenly again, into a chair, and his hands were briefly uncuffed, only to be cuffed again, separately, to the chair's arms. His legs were handcuffed (or was it zip ties?) to the chair's legs. One man who was tying him up made a sound of approval, and his blindfold and gag were taken off. He opened his eyes to a pitch black room. Spencer began silently begging "please turn on the lights, please turn on the lights, please." Like someone was reading his mind, dim lights turned on. He was alone in the room: a small, 10 ft by 10 ft room with Spencer dead center. He hears a door open behind him, and then a voice that he has had nightmares about since he was three years old say, "Hello again Spencer." Then a flash went off in his face.
'It has been three hours since SSA Dr. Spencer Reid…' '... Federal agents are working as hard as the can to find their missing teammate, Dr. Spencer Reid…' 'It is rumored that someone from Dr. Reid's past is his abductor…' "Hotch, can you please shut that off?" JJ asked, her voice sounding almost as defeated as she felt. It had been three hours, three hours of pure misery, trying to figure out anything and everything about Spencer, his father William Reid; digging into his past had got to be ranked as one of the most awful things JJ has ever had to do. She really didn't want to do it, and she wasn't the only one who thought so. "Hotch, this is too personal! How can we dig into his past! This is violating his privacy, man!" Morgan protested. "Morgan," Hotch began, rubbing his hands over his eyes in an attempt to wake himself up, "we have to. I don't like this any more than you do, trust me. I don't want to know what Spencer has gone through in his past, but we have to. It's the quickest way to find him." So they did… and the members of the BAU team, no, the BAU family, did not like what they saw.
As Garcia researched further into her baby boy's past, she came across videos of Spencer being bullied; him tied up to the goalpost in only his boxers, begging to be let down. Garcia couldn't believe it, along with all of the abuse she found on Reid's hospital record. A broken arm from "tripping," a black eye from "bullying," bruises up and down his right side, several broken ribs, a concussion, and a fractured wrist from a "drunk driver who wasn't watching where he was going,"... the list went on and on. Garcia really wasn't sure how much more information she could deal with finding about Reid when all of a sudden an email from an unknown address popped up. She knew exactly who this would be from, and only prayed she could use something from the email to find the scumbag formally known as William Reid. She hustled down the hall to the conference room, calling out people's names as she saw them, "Morgan!" "JJ!" "Hotch!" Dave!" "Emily!" Each person after hearing their name called dropped what they were doing and ran towards the conference room. Once everyone was around the round table, Garcia revealed her newest information, "I got an email." "Put it up on the plasma," Hotch said stoically, though his charcoal black eyes told another story. Garcia displayed the email, which only contained one thing: a picture of a battered Spencer Reid.
