"Conference room NOW!" shouted Hotch, looking panicked, something the team never saw.
The whole team sprinted into the room with a sobbing Garcia following. Three hours…three hours… the words taunted Garcia in the back of her mind. That SOB was hurting her little G-man this very second and there was nothing she could do about it…
"Profile. GO!" ordered Hotch, marker in hand ready to write.
"D-definitely abusive background, d-did you he-hear the w-way he spoke? S-saying he w-wanted to ruin the f-f-family, that w-we couldn't t-trust our f-family," stuttered JJ through her cloud of tears. Spence… her Spence…
"Overly confident. He said no one would ever find him and he knows he's right," said Morgan, a fire in his eyes. When he got his hands on this guy…
"Obviously male and in good health. He had to be able to take down a trained FBI agent. Not everyone could do that," said Prentiss, pacing the room. She didn't know Spencer as well as the rest of the team, but he was one of the kindest, sweetest, most innocent…
"This guy is meticulous and smart. He managed to study Spencer and know his schedule. He knew that Reid always stayed a bit late and was the last to leave. The abduction must have been quick or else the security guards would have seen something," said Gideon, hands shaking. He looked so scared…
"So this guy is a white male, probably in his late twenties to earth thirties, from an abusive background. He probably lives alone. It would be hard to have a room like the one he kept Reid in without a wife knowing," started Hotch.
"And it's definitely not a partner thing here. This guy is defiant and totally loves being in control. He couldn't handle a partner," said Prentiss.
"He's confident and looks down and loathes families. He's v-violent," stuttered Morgan, regaining his composure. "All of the abductions have been of local families, so he most likely lives in a close radius."
Geographical profiles were always what Reid did best…
"We need to get this profile out right now. Garcia!" said Hotch.
"Yessir!" jumped Garcia, tears gone and a determined look set in her eye.
"Check every security camera's footage. Figure out what car this man drives, how he got Reid, everything, okay?"
"On it yesterday sir!" Garcia sprinted from the room, bright yellow heels clacking the whole way.
"Morgan, go talk to the security guards, see if the saw anything," said Gideon.
Morgan didn't say anything, but left the room before Gideon had even finished talking.
"JJ, go handle the press. Make sure they don't know that the latest victim is a FBI agent, that would just give the unSub motivation," said Hotch.
JJ wiped here eyes and exited the room.
"Prentiss, give the profile to every officer you can find. This is a priority, tell them to drop everything else."
"I'll set up a tip line and tell JJ to get the profile on the news," said Prentiss, on the move.
Hotch looked at Gideon, noticing the man's unshed tears in his eyes.
"We'll get him Jason. Reid is tougher than he looks. He's proved it on multiple occasions," said Hotch, putting a hand on his mentor's shoulder.
"He's just a kid, Hotch. A kid who'se had the innocence beaten out of him. This is my fault. Everything," said Gideon, putting his head in his hands.
"There is no way you could have predicted this, Jason, you know that."
"I brought him into the BAU. He was too young. So young…" A tear slid down his cheek as the mentor allowed himself to mourn for his protégé.
Suddenly, Gideon stood up, startling Hotch.
"What am I doing, this isn't helping Spencer? I'll go watch the DVD again, to make sure we haven't missed anything." Gideon left.
Hotch stared after him, shaking his head. Why was it always Reid?
Spencer was shaking. This was worse than Tobias. At least Tobias tried to save him.
His head hurt. His ribs hurt. His broken ankle hurt. He wanted to go home.
But he didn't display his fear to his captor. He death-glared him, hoping to make him feel guilty for what he had done.
But Reid knew the profile. This unSub felt no guilt. Only joy for others pain.
The unSub laughed, his face hidden in the shadows.
"And how is my little doctor doing this lovely morning?"
Reid was gagged and couldn't say anything.
Suddenly, a fist flew out of the shadow, pounding into Reid's skull, making him cry out through his gag. The punches and kicks continued to fly, causing more damage to the already battered man.
Morgan, help! Make him stop, make it stop, oh God, prayed Reid. It didn't stop. Gideon! I'm here, please come and find me. It's not that far…Garcia! JJ, oh God Prentiss!
The blows came for what felt like hours. When it mercifully stopped, Spencer was barely conscious.
Then something woke him up.
He saw his captor's face and the silver knife in his hand.
Fear not, our Reid does not die in this chapter
I'm not one for killing off my all time fav character ever.