A/N: Sorry I haven't updated recently. I promise to do better in the future. All of your reviews and pleading finally cracked me and I am finally updating because I love all of you and your reviews. Keep it up! ;) I want more reviews. I get high off of them. PLEASE! Don't deny me my drugs!
Declaimer: I don't own Criminal minds…yet. If I did, Reid would have a lot more whump and fluffy moments…
Summary: While on a case in Boston, Reid is kidnapped by the unsub. The team is in a race against time to find him before Reid is killed, while Spencer is facing some difficult obstacles, such as Torture, Rape, and malnutrition. REIDCENTRIC
Warnings: RAPE TORTURE TRIGGER
By The Way:
"Speaking"
'Thinking'
Flashback
Writing
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It was Hell for Reid. It was always dark and he's afraid of the dark. It brought back to those nights when his mother would have her episodes. He could remember every detail of it. The first time, after William Reid left, was the scariest. Just being ten years old, he was terrified out of his genius mind.
"I found this in your room!" Diana Reid shouted, thrusting a small camcorder to the ground. It broke into large pieces at the ten year old's feet. The camcorder had been a gift from his mother and father on his ninth birthday. He had loved reading up on video and movies and he had asked his parents for a video camera for his birthday.
"Mom-"
"You're not my Spencer! My Spencer doesn't spy on me! Where's my son? Why are you doing this to me!" He yanked on her long, blonde hair, squeezing her eyes shut.
"Please, Mom. I'm not with the government! I AM Spencer." The little genius felt close to tears.
"No! No, you're not!" His mother grabbed him by the hair, dragging him from the living room. In an attempt to keep himself up and not have his follicles ripped out, Spencer held onto his mother's wrist with both hands, tears leaking from his eyes.
"Please. Please, Mom. I promise. I'm Spencer Reid! I'm ten years old, I go to high school, my birthday is October 12, 1981. I live in Las Vegas and I love to read, and listen to you read," Spencer said, trying to convince his mother that he was her son.
"The government is watching me and my son." She mumbled to herself, "How else would you know all about him?" She threw him into the linen closet and locked the door. She flicked the light switch off and walked away.
"I know because I AM your son! MOM! Don't leave me in here!" Spencer yelled, fumbling with the doorknob. After he realized his attempts were futile, he sat against the wall, on the floor and rocked himself, wished it was all over.
It was so dark, he couldn't see anything. He was afraid of what could be lurking around in this closet: the germs, the disease-carrying bugs, and the…monsters. His genius mind told him there was no such thing as monsters, but in his fear induced state, he couldn't help but assume the worst.
He cried. He cried as he was in there for thirty six hours. He missed a day of school. His mother had finally come to a right state of mind and unlocked the door. She didn't remember it and he just shrugged it off. He told his teachers he was sick and they believed him because, frankly, he did look sick. He was pale, with even darker circles around his eyes and he was skinnier than usual from missing four meals.
"Please." Reid's voice was shaking with fear, vivid flashbacks playing in his mind, "At least turn on a light."
No one answered the poor, tied up profiler. Mark Curtis was out, hunting for new prey. Reid was alone, in the dark, restricted, and naked. He willed himself to sleep, hoping to wake up and all just be over, just like when he was ten.
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Morgan and Prentiss jumped out of the SUV, looking around for Reid. They just saw the Jet, still parked in the runway and the Black SUV Reid was supposed to take to the station.
"Morgan?" Prentiss called him over to where she was crouched, "Here's Reid's phone." He picked up the cell phone with a blue latex glove, flipping it over to see the screen.
It was on his contact listen, Hotch's number in the middle.
"So he was about to call Hotch and tell him that he was on his way when…what happened?" Morgan asked to no one, observing the area once again, "I'll go check inside the SUV just in case. You check out the jet."
Morgan opened the door and looked in the car. There was a piece on red construction paper on the passenger seat. Hesitantly, he reached for it, and opened it.
The note was written with much pressure. It was dark and black and in some place it indented into the paper. It was short. Only three sentences long.
Great Satan, meet THE Satan. I am your "Unsub". I have Spencer.
Morgan read the three simple sentences over and over again for a few minutes before he yelled for Prentiss. He was seriously considered putting a tracking device in the kid's ass. He got into so much trouble, it was ridiculous.
"Prentiss! HE's been kidnapped!" Morgan ran to the black haired profiler, shoving the paper in her face.
With a worried expression, she read the sentence, profiling it. After a minute of looking over, she shared her opinion with the black man, "Great Satan is referring to the government. He's calling himself THE Satan, so he obviously had a god complex, but in a different way, believing he IS Satan. He calls Reid Spencer, so he feels familiar with him and maybe has stalked him. He's uh… our Unsub, obviously. So we can assume that Reid has a month until…you know."
"Yeah, I know. I'll call Hotch," Morgan mumbled, pulling out his own phone. It rang for a moment, then Hotch answered.
"Hotchner. What do you have Morgan?"
"We have a situation, Hotch"
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A/N: Whoo! I did it! Yay! Eight O'clock. Four hours until 2012! Please review. Give me your opinion please. Was it good? Was my profiling okay? Is it OOC? I hope not. Morgan is supposed to be really protective of My- I mean OUR Boy Genius. I'll try to update by at least next weekend. Go on and click those little blue words below this. It'll only take a minute and you're already taking the time to read this so it's not an issue. Go on. What are you waiting for? Click it with your cursor!