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Chapter 3

I Own Nothing :(

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Chapter 3

Spencer sat at the BAU, attempting to concentrate on filing papers. He hadn't bothered going home, as late as it was; he knew that he would get no sleep, so it was best if he wasted away the night being productive. He looked at the clock that hung on the wall. It read 2:15 am. He sighed. It felt to him as though it was so much later.

He yawned and debated on whether or not he should try to go to sleep. Finally, he decided on staying at the BAU and working. Anyway, if he did go home, all he would end up doing would be laying in bed, awake, wondering about Bailey. Or, if he actually did fall asleep, he would end up having horribly realistic dreams about her and what was happening to her. He sighed. If only his mind didn't produce such horrifying dreams...

(Flashback)

"Spencer." Bailey shook his shoulder gently, and he woke up with a jolt. He looked around the room, becoming aware of where he was.

Bailey was sitting up at one end of her couch, and he was laying down at the other end. The TV across the room was on a very low volume, but a picture of Quaker Oats could still be seen on the screen. He came to the realization that he and Bailey must have fallen asleep while watching Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory. They watched a movie together almost every Friday night, and usually he went home after it was over, but tonight they both had fallen asleep on the sofa.

Spencer's heart slowly began to go back to a normal pace and his breathing slowed.

"It's only a dream..." He told himself silently.

"Are you okay?" Bailey asked him. "You were talking in your sleep. Really loudly." She yawned and sat up taller.

"Sorry." He said, playing with a string on the blanket covering him. "I had a bad dream."

Bailey nodded.

"It's pretty dumb, isn't it?" He asked her. "I mean, I still get scared of a dream."

"A genious like you can't be perfect." She smiled, and then shrugged. "Hey, I'm 15, too and I still get nightmares." She paused. "What were you dreaming about?"

"I always have this one dream that's the same." He replied. "I don't know why, but it never changes. I'm in a basement, and I find a dead kid. And there's a man there...but I can't tell who it is." He sighed. "Whatever. It's just a dream."

They were quiet for a few moments before Bailey spoke up. "I always have dreams about my dad." She said. Bailey, her older sister Caroline and their mother had all run away from their father, who was an abusive alcoholic with a horrible temper. Even though they were safe in Vegas, hundreds of miles away from Jacksonville, Florida, that didn't stop Bailey from fearing and hating her father.

"Are you gunna be able to fall back asleep?" She asked Spencer.

"Yeah, I'll be fine." He replied.

"Okay." Bailey said, laying back down on her end of the sofa. "Goodnight. See you in the morning."

"Goodnight." Spencer echoed, and within minutes he was asleep once again.

(End Flashback)

Spencer looked back over the physical evidence they had gathered. Basically, all that they had were pictures of the same tire treads at all of the abduction sites and the video the unsub had sent, which he had gone over about 20 times, and still saw nothing important on it. The words on a paper he was looking at became blurry. He sighed and laid his head down on his desk until sleep finally came.

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Morgan walked in the next day, only to find Spencer asleep. Morgan sighed and walked over to him.

"Yo, Sleeping Beauty." He slapped Spencer on the back. "Wake up."

Spencer sat up and yawned. "I wasn't asleep."

"Yeah, sure you weren't." Morgan said sarcastically. His mood suddenly became serious. "Reid, I'm gunna ask you this because I'm worried about you. Are you...okay?"

"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" Spencer asked him.

"Well...this case is personal for you, and-"

Spencer cut off Morgan. "I'm fine! I just want to find Bailey." He walked away, and Morgan sighed. JJ walked over, having witnessing what had just happened.

"Here, let me try talking to him." She said, and she went to where Spencer was standing, next to the coffee maker.

"Hey." She said softly.

"Hi JJ." He responded.

"Have you talked to Jake since yesterday? Is he doing okay?" JJ asked him.

Spencer nodded. "He's still shaken up but he's okay. He said that Anni is starting to realize that Bailey isn't around, and it's making her upset."

"Oh." JJ replied. "So...how are you doing?"

Spencer was quiet for a while. When he finally spoke, he didn't look at JJ. Instead, he kept his glance on the carpet, as though he was talking to it, not JJ.

"I honestly don't know."

He grabbed his coffee and turned back towards his desk. JJ watched him, worried.

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The day flew by with hardly any leads, and still there was not another message from the unsub, or a dead body, so they could not yet make a profile. Everyone was aware that it was "Week One, Day 3", which meant that Allison Grasso only had four days left to live.

By now, all of the families of the victims had been contacted and interviewed, and all said the same thing: on the first day of the week, like Bailey, they were taken from outside of their homes while they did ordinary tasks. Mollie Maladro, Girl Number 8, had a husband who saw a dark blue SUV speed away from outside of their home, and it was believed that it belonged to the unsub.

Around 6:30 pm, Spencer and JJ were talking softly about Bailey. While they were doing this, a woman, a man, and Hotch all walked up to them.

"Here he is." Hotch said to the couple behind him.

"Thank you." The woman said, and the man nodded in agreement. Hotch looked at Spencer one last time, then walked away from them all.

The lady gave Spencer a quick hug, and then started to talk. "We got on the first flight to New Jersey after Jake told us. Do you know where she is? Is she okay?" She began to ask Spencer.

"Well...I probably should go." JJ said.

"No, it's fine." Spencer replied. "This is Bailey's sister Caroline, and her husband Chris." Spencer looked at the couple. "And this is JJ. We work together."

After JJ shook both their hands, Caroline began to talk again.

"So you're helping to find Bailey? Do you have any clue about what happened?"

JJ and Spencer shared a look. JJ answered Caroline. "We don't exactly have that much of a clear picture about what happened yet. Bailey should be okay...for now. But we need to get some good leads soon."

Caroline nodded and chewed on her fingernail.

Caroline and Bailey looked very much alike. Both had blond, wavy hair and blue eyes. They had the same narrow nose and facial structure. There were only few differences in their physical appearence, the main being that Caroline was taller and curvier, and that she had a small scar under her left eye.

"Do you two have a place to stay?" Spencer asked them.

Chris nodded. "My aunt is letting us stay at her place until Bailey..." He faded out and did not complete his sentence. Spencer was about to reply, but Rossi called down to him and JJ from the meeting room above.

"Reid, JJ. Hurry up here. It's important." He called.

Spencer took off and hurried up the stairs, leaving Caroline and Chris next to his desk, confused.

Spencer reached the room and ran in, with JJ coming in behind him. Rossi and Garcia stood at the front of the room, and the look on their faces showed that something bad had just happened. When everyone had entered the room, Garcia began.

"The unsub sent me a video directly to my computer this time. And before anyone asks, no, it's not traceable. And trust me, this is one sicko that we're dealing with." She typed a few things into her laptop, and the video was shown to everyone.

The unsub appeared in front of the camera. He had brown hair and blue eyes, and he had a look of anger on his face . "So, you think that you can trick me? That you can just mess up my plan? You can't mess me up, you know! You won't take her back so easily. She's mine."

Everyone in the meeting room stared at the screen, confused. The unsub went on.

"Get over here." He hissed to a girl off-screen.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I swear!" She cried.

Spencer stared at the video. "That's Bailey." He muttered. "That's her."

"GET OVER HERE!" The unsub screamed. Bailey walked out next to him, and was shown in the video. She was shaking from crying.

"That's a good girl." The unsub smiled at her in such a way that it sent chills up Spencer's spine.

"So, as I learned, one of you knows this girl." The unsub said to the camera. "And that one of you would do anything to get her back." The unsub pulled Bailey down next to him, and then sat her on his lap. She began to shake even more. "But," The unsub paused and ran a hand through Bailey's hair. "You won't be able to."

Bailey let out a sob.

"Aren't you happy with me?" The unsub asked Bailey. She didn't reply.

"I ASKED YOU A QUESTION!" The unsub screamed.

"Yes, I'm happy! I'm really, really happy." Bailey cried.

"You see?" The unsub looked into the camera. "You'll never find her. You've only got 5 weeks. It'll be too late, and then she'll be with me. Forever." He gave Bailey another creepy smile, and then walked up slowly to the camera. He got close to the lens, and whispered softly.

"Good luck, Spencer."

The camera went dark.

Spencer stared at the black screen, waiting for something more to happen, even though he knew that the video was over. Good luck, Spencer. The unsub's taunt swirled around in his mind, and Spencer clenched his fists in anger.

To Be Continued