Rachel POV
I looked around the room I was in, it was dark but looked vaguely familiar, I felt like I'd been here before. What happened? I was talking to Quinn about pizza and then it went blank. I remembered something. A phone call I made but surely it had to be a dream. I wasn't chained, I was free to move around, I saw a door and ran to it. It had to be some sick joke Quinn pulled. I tried to turn the handle but it was locked. Shit. I banged on the wood.
"Hello! Quinn, are you there! Mrs Fabray!" I cried. Nothing. Shit, had I actually been kidnapped? Oh no, oh crap. Would the BAU get word of this? Would Spencer come and save me.
"Hello! CAN ANYONE HERE ME! HELP!" I screamed. I felt tears leaking in my eyes. I'm gonna die. I heard heavy footsteps and a click and the door swung open, I backed away from the figure, hitting the wall.
"Shut up!" He hissed. Oh no, I know that voice.
"Is that-Finn?"
"Shut up." Finn repeated.
"Oh my god, what am I doing here? What have you done?"
"I didn't do anything, I'm protecting you. Did you see what I did?"
"I haven't seen what you did I've been out of it for god knows how long."
"Six days, I gave you a bit too much sedative and then I kept giving you it because I had to set up out special room. But I stopped for a day because I had to make you make a phone call."
"Our special room? Oh god." I shook my head and fell down the wall.
"You haven't heard what I did to protect you!" He cried. He opened a laptop which was sitting on the desk and unlocked it. Pulling up a internet page.
"Here, read." He told me and I shook my head. "You have to read it."
"Let me go." I said shakily.
"Read it!" Finn said, harder, stalking toward me.
"OK." I said, scared. I stood up and walked over to the computers and my eyes were dragged to the pictures of Santana and Jacob.
At approximately 10:35 Friday morning, 26th May, the bodies of Santana Lopez and Jacob Ben Israel were found in the Auditorium in William McKinley High School in Lima Ohio. They were declared dead on the scene with multiple stab wounds to the face and neck-
I turned away, refusing to read anymore.
"You killed them." I whispered. "Why?"
"They were so mean to you, and Jacob was always perving on you and I couldn't have that because I had to have you all to myself."
"This isn't happening, this is a bad dream, I'm gonna wake-up and I'll be on the plane to Quantico and I just OD-ed on flight sickness medicine." I mumbled to myself. I saw the door was open and Finn wasn't near me. I calculated if I could make a run for it. Might as well try, I'm fairly limber on my feet. I started to sprint to the door but Finn's footsteps matched mine and he caught me in a second.
"You'll ruin it!" He screamed, I struggled.
"Let me go!" Then I felt a crack and it was dark again.
Spencer POV
"I'll talk to her." I said once we had gotten to the police station in Lima.
"That's not your job Reid." Hotch said.
"I know her, OK, she's probably scared for Rachel and would be more comfortable talking to me."
"Reid, don't let your personal life get in the way of your job."
"He's got a point. Spencer knows Quinn, it could be in our advantage. Personal life or not we need help, there are absolutely no leads." Emily told Hotch.
"Fine. Just try to keep it professional."
"Yep." I nodded and walked into the interrogation room. Quinn was pacing back and forth across the room. She turned to face me once I had entered the room.
"Spencer! You're gonna find her right? You have to find her."
"We will, I promise." I nodded.
"She's the only one who believed me, no one else did and she stopped me from making some really bad decisions."
"Quinn, you need to tell me what happened that night."
"Well, she was talking to you and I went to order pizza. When I came back up she was ordering her tickets, she bought one to go to Quantico this Friday and I asked what kind of pizza she wanted she told me so I went to finish the order, after that I went up to see if she wanted help packing or anything and she was gone, so was her suitcase. For a minute I thought she'd left for her Dad's or something but she would have told me and she would have gone past me."
"There's no window?"
"There is, but I live in one of the largest houses in Lima, my bedroom is on the seconds story. I have sneaked out, but its a two person job."
"And that's all you remember?" I asked. She slammed down in her chair and her face broke, tears leaking down her eyes. I reached over to pat her on hand.
"I'm so confused right now. Santana's dead, Rachel's missing. Does somebody hate me? Is this karma for what I've done?"
"What have you done?" I asked worriedly.
"I didn't kill anybody if that's what you're referring to." She snapped.
"Uh-I-no."
"I'm not a nice person Spencer. I was a complete bitch in high-school. I cheated on two of my boyfriends got pregnant put the baby up for adoption and tried to get social services on the woman who adopted my baby so I could get her back. God doesn't like me, you discover that pretty quick around me." Her tone was dead. "I should've transferred in junior year like I planned too, I could've missed all of this."
"Everything is going to be OK, Quinn. I swear." I stood up and patted her on the shoulder, sobs racking through her again.
Rachel POV
I woke up and and I could remember everything this time. It was like the first time I met Spencer. I felt clammy hands on my forearms and I knew that when I opened my eyes it wouldn't be Spencer there, looking over me.
"I know your awake." Finn said, shaking me slightly.
"Finn. Let me go." I said softly.
"I can't."
"Finn, you dumped me! I was heartbroken and I found someone to pick up the pieces."
"I was stupid, I still love you."
"Finn, please, listen to me. I love Spencer and if you truly love me, you'll let me go."
"NO!" I felt a sting across my cheek.
"Finn! Why didn't you talk to me, why did you kill Santana and Jacob? Why did you kidnap me" Why did you dump me?"
"Because... I was jealous and stupid but I'm not stupid anymore, I'm clever enough."
"Finn it was two months ago! Your still the same person! And Spencer and the FBI are going to find me and you're gonna go to jail, but if you let me go, I'll make sure you don't go to jail. Just please, please let me go."
"I can't. You'll leave me."
"No, I won't leave you. Finn, I always love you. I'm just not in love with you."
"It's not the same!" He screamed and kicked a nearby chair. Wow, he still did that? He looked at me. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean that. I overreacted. Can I get you anything?"
"No. I'm fine." I sat against the wall and pulled my knees to my chest.
Spencer POV
I flicked through my phone absentmindedly.
"Spence?" JJ said.
"Yeah?" I looked up.
"Are you OK?"
"No." I shook my head and stared at the picture of me and Rachel sitting on the piano in her choir room, her brother Blaine took itmine and Rachel's impromptu date.
"Won't you get in trouble?" Rachel's brother looked at me in question.
"No...Maybe...most likely." I shrugged
"I'm 18, it's legal." Rachel said firmly.
"He's FBI." He shook his head.
"All the more reason. Spencer can keep me safe, shouldn't you be happy about that Blaine?"
"I promise to keep her safe." I said reassuringly.
"I'm more worried about when he works a case and has to fly halfway across the country."
"Then he can take lots of pictures and tell me how much of a wonderful time he had and I won't get mad because I'm very supportive."
"I'm still in the room." I laughed
"Yes, but what if you do. You have a bit of a clingy state sometimes Rachel." Blaine continued, ignoring me. Rachel poked her tongue out.
"Go shove your tongue down Kurt's throat, Blaine."
"I think I just might."
"Ooh wait. Blaine can you take a picture of us? For my wall."
"Fine." He grumbled. Rachel pulled out her phone.
"Shoot, it's dead." She hissed. I pulled my phone from my pocket and handed it to Blaine.
"We can use mine, I'll send it to you."
"That works." Rachel nodded.
"Ooh, an FBI phone, I wonder what kind of dirty secrets are on there." Blaine teased.
"I delete all my messages at the end of the day, there's nothing new."
"You delete my messages?" Rachel said, hurt.
"I have an eidetic memory, remember? I have all of them memorized, up here." I tapped my head.
"Oh, right." She looked down and heat rushed up to her cheeks.
"Who's this grumpy dude?" Blaine asked, turning my phone around so I could see the picture of Hotch that JJ took a few months ago.
"My supervisor, Aaron Hotchner and I wish you would stop going through that."
"Yeah, yeah." He nodded. Rachel looked around the room.
"Ah!" She exclaimed and grabbed my hand, pulling me to the piano. "Sit." She ordered.
"Where?"
"On the piano, duh." She pulled herself on top and patted to the space next to her.
"Come on." She grinned and I leaned against the piano next to her, she wove her arm around mine and rest her head on my shoulder. Blaine clicked a button and the flash went off.
"Got it." He announced and jumped, dropping my phone."Crap! That thing vibrates violently." He cried. I moved away from Rachel and picked up my phone. A text from Hotch reading 'Get back to the station. NOW.' glaring up at me.
"I gotta go." I said, walking over to Rachel and landed a chaste kiss on her cheek.
"Bye." She smiled brightly.
"SPENCER!" Emily called from her computer. "Spencer, get over here now! Get Quinn! HURRY!" I got up and ran to get Quinn out of the interrogation room.
"What's going on?" She asked.
"Emergency."
"Spencer!" Emily cried again, we stopped in front of Emily's computer to see a frightened Rachel.
"Spence!" She cried, relieved.
"Rachel, are you OK?" Quinn asked.
"I'm being kept in a basement, I'm not OK." She snapped.
"Sorry, that was a stupid question."
"I'm gonna call Garcia and see if she can find a signal." Emily said, walking away.
"Rachel, where are you, do you know?" I asked, taking her seat.
"Spence I am so sorry! I didn't mean a word I said, he made me say it."
"Rachel who has you?" Quinn asked.
"I'm not allowed to say, he said it wouldn't end well if I did."
"Don't show him any fear." I told her.
"It's hard when I don't have either of you here for someone to lean on. He said this'll be the only time I'll ever get to talk to you. What if I'm here for a year? I'll go insane."
"You're strong Rachel, you're gonna survive this, and we'll find you." Quinn assured her.
"Don't do anything stupid Quinn." She smiled slightly. "I don't have much time and I have to tell you this, the guy who kidnapped me is the same person who killed Santana and Jacob, and it's my fault."
"Rachel, this is not your fault." I said firmly.
"Times up." A voice off screen said.
"No, just another minute. Please." Rachel pleaded.
"That voice...it sounds familiar." Quinn murmured.
"Say goodbye, Rachel, bye to Spencie, bye to Quinnie." The voice said harshly.
"Guys, I love you so much, please be quick." Rachel said quickly.
"We're going to find you." I said and the screen went blank. I looked to Quinn who was in deep focus, whispering words under her breath.
"Quinn, what is it?" I asked. She held up a finger.
"Shh for a second." She was silent for a few more moments before gasping.
"The man who kidnapped her. It was Finn. I'm gonna murder that son of a bitch."
"That wouldn't be the best idea."
"Spencer, let me help. I know Finn better than any of you, I can help. Please!"
"I'll talk to Hotch."
"SPENCER!" A familiar voice cried.
"What is he doing here." Quinn asked. I grimaced.
"Crap." I sighed. I turned to see Blaine marching in, his fists clenched. Derek and Hotch walked up.
"You need to calm down." Derek put a hand on his shoulder but Blaine pushed him off.
"You promised you would keep her safe!" He yelled and his arm swung back before coming forward and connecting his fist with the side of my jaw. It was still for a second before Derek and Hotch came forward to grab Blaine but I put my hand up.
"It's fine, he's right." I said and rubbed my jaw. He had a really strong hit.
"What?" JJ asked.
"I said that I would always protect Rachel and look where she ended up.
"I was in the house with her Spencer, if anything it's my fault." Quinn said. "Blaine, it's gonna be OK, I know who kidnapped her, it was Finn."
"Finn? That guys is gonna have no use with one of his nuts when I'm done." He hissed.
"No use of both of them after me." Quinn said.
"OK, that's enough – can we just focus on actually finding him first?" I spoke up, cutting off their thoughts.
"Right." Quinn bit her lip and looked at Blaine who was rubbing his fist slightly.
"Sorry for punching you, man." He apologized.
"It's OK, just...please don't do it again."
"Promise."
"Save em for Finn." Quinn muttered.
