Three
Spencer POV:
For the third time that morning Spencer went to press the call button on his phone, for the third time that morning he couldn't bring himself to put just the smallest touch of pressure on the button and connect. He was sitting on the couch, staring at the blank wall in front of him and clutching his mobile in an effort to actually call Selena. He decided to try and trick himself. He was just calling her to warn her about the Unsub… he was just calling to let her know it wasn't safe to be alone right now. Unsurprisingly his mind wasn't falling for it. He was scared of the sure rejection that would come if he did, since when did pretty women like Selena Jones actually take an interest in guys like him? He put the phone down with a sigh then brought it back up almost instantly to try again.
"Come on Spence, grow a pair and just call her." He muttered and pressed the button. It rang out and he held his breath. It was answered and a shaky came from the phone.
"Hello?" It said.
"Selena, its Spencer." He said and the person on the end coughed.
"Sorry, I'm not Selena, whoever she is… My names Georgia, I just picked this phone up and ya called." The woman said and Spencer froze. Of course, she'd played a trick on him. He frowned and slammed the phone shut. Curling his fists against his eyes he began to curse. Why had he expected her to be any different from the countless women who had already done this to him, hadn't he learnt his lesson by now? He felt like an idiot. His phone rang and he answered.
"Spencer?" It was the woman from before.
"I'm sorry to have called you Georgia; it would seem someone's being playing a joke." He said and the woman chuckled.
"No, I don' think so. I just searched the place where I found this phone… I ave a bag with yer Selena's things init." She said and Spencer's breath caught in his throat.
"What?" He asked as his whole body went numb. The woman sighed and the sound of a bag being opened came through the line.
"She a psychiatrist?" Georgia asked and Spencer's mouth went dry.
"Yes." He said quietly and the movement stopped.
"Where do ya want me t'drop this off then?" She asked and Spencer's mind froze.
"Where are you?" He asked and she told him.
"Please stay there, I'll come and collect it." He said, snapped the phone shut and sprinted out the door. He drove to the address Georgia had told him and saw her waiting on the side of a dim, quiet road.
"Georgia?" He called and she waved at him. She was a prostitute, going by the clothes she wore… and the expression on her face when she saw him. Why were prostitutes always attracted to him? Couldn't he have a normal woman like him just once? Georgia smiled as she approached him and handed him the bag.
"Thank you." He said and pulled out whatever he had in his wallet. Her eyes widened as she took the money.
"Did you see anything else?" Spencer asked and she frowned, trying to remember. Finally she shook her head.
"I came here for work. I saw da phone thought I migh' be able t'sell it when ya rang…" She said and hung her head ashamedly. Reid just shook his head.
"If you remember anything else please call me." He said and handed her his card.
"Alright. Do you 'ave a picture, I migh' be able t'see if people seen ya girl." She asked and he checked the bag. Nothing. Instead he described her. In the end Georgia shrugged.
"Sounds like a good girl, they don' come near us but I promise I'll keep an eye out Spencer." She said and he thanked her. Climbing back into his car he drove home and began to pile through her bag. She was a sufferer of OCD, she wouldn't have left her stuff lying in the middle of a street for a prostitute to find and sell off. Spencer also didn't believe in co-incidences, there was a serial killer out there targeting Selena's exact type and he arrived at a conclusion that worried him. Either; she'd lost it completely and gone off by herself or she'd being taken, going by her behaviour that morning Reid was one hundred percent certain it was the latter. Checking his watch he realised he would have to wait until later in the morning to tell the team as it was approaching one o'clock, he gripped the steering wheel hard. Then he slammed the wheel and swore.
"Damn it! Selena I'm going to find you, I promise." He said out loud and continued his drive home.
SRSRSRSRSR
"Morgan, he has her!" Spencer yelled as he sprinted into the police station, crashing into several people and tripping over a trolley of paper. He kept running until he saw the older agent already standing in the room they'd set up the night before. Morgan turned to face him, a confused look on his face. Hotch rushed into the conference room followed closely by Rossi, Prentiss and JJ.
"Reid? Who has who?" Morgan asked, placing his hands on Spencer's shoulders trying to calm the younger man down. Spencer peered over at the white board they had set up as he held Selena's diary in his hand and he showed it to Morgan.
"The Unsub, he has Selena!" He said desperately and Morgan's face showed his surprise. He forced the younger man into a chair but Spencer couldn't sit. Like a jack-in-the-box he sprung straight back up.
"Slow down Reid, how do you know he has her?" He asked and Spencer tried to stay seated but in the end simply paced the room while he explained trying to call her last night, skipping the three failed attempts to do so, and the subsequent discovery of her bag in the street.
"Maybe it's…" Morgan began but Spencer's face twisted into such a furious expression he immediately dropped that line of questioning.
"I followed her day planner this morning, no-ones seen her this morning or last night Morgan!" He said, calming himself with a few deep breaths as he looked over at Hotch. The team's Chief had his chin in his hand.
"It's only this morning Reid. If that's correct the Unsub took her the afternoon we began this investigation which also means we're looking for two children." He said and Rossi nodded. He pulled out his phone.
"I'll call Garcia see if she can pull missing children's reports." He said and Hotch nodded.
"I'll contact the media; do you have a photo Spence?" JJ asked and her face crumpled as the youngest member of the BAU team sank into the nearest chair his hands clenched in despair in his thick brown hair.
"I'll get one from Garcia." Rossi added and left the room.
"What do you mean if? Hotch she suffers from extreme Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, her entire world revolves around this day planner…" He said and grabbed it, holding it carefully as though by letting it go he had committed some great sin against its owner. He missed the pitying looks Morgan and Emily threw at each other as he stared down at the ugly carpet. Hotch, as always, took control of the situation and handled it like every other case they'd ever done… like a professional.
"Then that's our ticket into figuring out who this guy is Reid, can you write out the exact timeline on the day she went missing." Hotch said and Reid nodded. Grimly he grabbed the closest whiteboard and began to draw on it, muttering under his breath as his eidetic memory kicked in. Morgan shared a worried look with Hotch.
"Hotch, what are our chances?" He asked and the team leader spoke quietly, aware of the unstable young man steadily working just metres away.
"Our profile will lead us too this Unsub just like it always does." He said and Morgan shook his head.
"That's not what I mean Hotch and you know it. I've never seen him like that… we need to find this girl or I swear he'll loose whatever self he has left." The younger agent said and his boss sighed.
"I don't know Derek but keep working, text me when we're ready to give the profile." He said and exited the room. Spencer tried to ignore the growing feeling of sickness that welled inside his stomach as the minutes ticked by. He'd made a geographic profile, he'd marked down every detail of Selena's day and was currently pouring through piles of police reports sent to him by Garcia. All were on accidents dated back to about 2 years ago and he allowed his mind to settle into a rhythm as he scanned the pages and pages of official reports. He came up with nothing.
"Shit!" He swore and rubbed his face with his hands tiredly.
"Take a break kid." A deep voice called to him and he nodded, standing stiffly and stretching. Morgan clapped him on the back.
"We're giving the profile in five minutes… text Hotch." He said and sent Spencer off with a firm pat on the shoulder. Spencer leant against the wall outside the police station and sent Hotch the message, all the while thinking how nice it would be to forget, to reach into his bag and simply forget everything. He still carried the Dilaudid with him, although he hadn't taken it in over three months. He carried it with him as a reminder and, guiltily, as a fall back.
"Stop it Spencer, you don't need it." He muttered and stared out over the semi-deserted car park. Hotch arrived not long after this inner debate and the two of them joined the rest of the team in the police bullpen to give the profile. The whole Quantico Police department was on hand and the team faced them, prepped and ready to give this profile.
"To start off we are looking for a white male. He's in his early to mid thirties and has recently lost his entire family in an accident quite possibly caused by himself about two years ago." Emily began she indicated to the board where a sketch of the man was pinned. Information from the helpline and the interviewed families had provided a brief sketch that unfortunately didn't give much beyond blonde hair and tanned skin.
"He is suffering under a psychotic delusion caused by acute PTSD, post-traumatic stress disorder, in his mind these victims are his family. In reality they are simply strangers he has stalked and kidnapped in order to bring his family back from the dead." Spencer piped up and not just the police forced looked at him. Clearing his throat he stepped forward and indicated to the map.
"We have narrowed down his hunting ground between Montclair and Mnt. Vernon, however he actually lives in Quantico. He has avoided this specific area before because it has been too close to where he lives and thus taking his victims from nearby townships a) helps him in avoiding law enforcement crossovers and b) allows him to travel Highway 95 freely which gives him access to all towns along the bay area. His latest victim is the only one to actually come from here." He said and his throat closed. Swallowing he stepped back as Morgan spoke up.
"We call this kind of serial killer a collector. He has a specific type that he looks for in his victims, without them he feels incomplete. He is patient and very organized. He takes great care in studying his victims… learns everything he can about them before taking them which means he either has a steady job that doesn't require his constant presence or he is currently unemployed. Look for restrurant owners, home-businessmen or men in the travel industry." He said smoothly and Hotch stepped forward finally.
"Remember, sexual sadism is not in this man's mind, he is merely grieving and delusional. He is not a pedophile but the lives on these children depend solely on the behaviour of the young woman he has kidnapped. She is the key to finding him and if we find her, we find him. Good luck everyone." He said and everyone dispersed. JJ walked up to them and smiled sympathetically at Spencer.
"I've alerted the media, everyone is now aware that she is missing and information on missing children is pouring in faster than I find comfortable… tell them Garcia." She said into the phone she held.
"Boy wonder I have with me a list of children who have not be present at school in the areas you gave me in the last 36 hours, subtracting from that children over 13 and under 8, we have 50." She said and Reid began to think carefully.
"Only Caucasian Garcia and minus girls who are under 11, boys who are over 10 and cross check with children who live in close proximity to their school, he's picking these kids off the street so most likely while their walking home." He said and typing ensued. Silence.
"I have two boys and a girl. Karly Summers… sending her picture to your cells. Robert Johnson, wait he's in hospital with appendicitis youch, so that leaves Jason Livery sending his picture now." She said and Reid smiled despite the situation.
"Thanks Garcia." He said and the tech analyist laughed.
"Anything for my gorgeous Boy Wonder, keep that chin up and that amazing brain working. She said and hung up. Printing out the pictures he realised they were right on the money. The family unit was now complete. Karly, Jason and Selena fit the Unsub's victimology so well it hurt Spencer to think about it. Stepping back he gazed up at the board and waited for more news to come. It was only 12:00pm.
Selena POV:
The day had progressed swiftly enough. Karly and Jason had taken to her almost immediately however it was the little one Lucy who was still worrying Selena the most. She hadn't spoken a single word in the whole time she had been with them, simply pointing if she wanted something or sitting silently while the older children played. Finally Selena had enough.
"Lucy, come here darling." She said and was glad to hear the last traces of her slurred speech were gone. The little girl sighed and crept over to her. Holding out her arms Selena invited her to sit on the cottony starch of the delicate blue skirt that covered her lap. The little girl clambered on staring up at Selena with eyes clouded with an expression to old for her young face. It was loneliness.
"Do you want me to brush your hair, my mum used to for me when I was sad." Selena said and Karly stood to retrieve the brush as the smaller girl nodded silently.
"Alright then." Selena said and delicately pulled the hair from its tiny golden bun. Running a hand through the silken strands Selena smiled and held the small child close. The brush was given to her and she began to run it through the shining hair in front of her. Minutes of silence ticked by, broken only by the constant sound of Billy and the Comets.
"Karly will you turn that off please?" Selena asked and Jason jumped up.
"I wanna do it, I wanna do it." He said and Karly shoved him away.
"She asked me Jason so I'll do it." The older girl said, full of her own importance.
"Jason sweetie can you fetch me a pillow, my back is starting to hurt." Selena said quickly drawing the fighting to a close as the two went off to their own jobs throwing snobby looks at each other. A small giggle escaped Lucy and caught Selena by surprise.
"They are rather silly sometimes aren't they?" She told the little girl who nodded and stuck her finger back into her mouth. Jason returned with a crisp white pillow and gently placed it behind Selena as she continued to brush Lucy's golden hair. A silence filled the room Selena began to sing softly.
You know the dream I told you about the other day,
No, not the one that got me so upset
I mean the one I told you about that made me gay,
The one about the one that I dreamt I met
Well, what do you know
He smiled at me in my dreams last night
My dreams are getting better all the time
And what do you know
He looked at me in a different light
My dreams are getting better all the time…
Karly smiled and sat down next to her. Lucy's little body relaxed totally against Selena as she finished redoing her hair and she knew the little girl was asleep. She looked at Jason who was busy playing with the chess set before him, picking up the pieces and placing them around the board in an attempt to play himself.
"Selena, will we ever get out of here?" Karly asked and her hand crept to encircle Selena's. Selena squeezed it tightly.
"I don't know Karly. I hope so." She said and the girl nodded sadly.
"What was that song you were singing?" She asked and Selena smiled.
"'My Dreams are getting better all the Time' by Doris Day." She said and Karly smiled.
"I liked it but you have a funny voice." She said and Selena giggled. Looking at the clock she saw it was 12:00pm. Footsteps could be heard coming up the stairs and Jason looked up, horrified.
"Oh no." Karly whispered and Selena stiffened. The door opened and the man stepped into the house. All four people inside froze as his silhouette stood stark against the midday sun. He surveyed the room quietly and Selena's blood chilled in her veins. Carefully she moved out from beneath Lucy, picking up the awakening child and placing her gently on her hip.
"Darcy, why are the children playing… they should be studying." He said softly and Selena shivered at the underlining malice in his voice.
"I'm sorry, I thought…" She broke of as the man stepped through the doorway and rushed towards her. He grabbed her by the upper arm, harshly, bruisingly, so unlike that morning. She whimpered and bit her lip.
"You thought what?" The man said.
"You are a woman; you don't think, you obey your husband in all ways… is that clear?" He said and shook her slightly. She nodded, gasping in pain as his fingers gripped her tightly.
"Crystal clear." She said and he let go.
"You will learn Darcy, that a woman's place is to please her husband. You will please me Darcy, now give me a kiss." He demanded and, inwardly cringing, Selena leaned forward to place a soft kiss on her 'husband's' lips.
"There's my girl, take Lucy to bed then go make lunch. I will take Cindy and Matthew to their rooms." He said and all but dragged the two children from the room. Jason's cries fell on deaf ears as he and Karly were shoved into their room and locked inside. Carefully Selena carried Lucy into the only remaining bedroom that wasn't the Master's. It was small, pink and fluffy… a fairy tale room for a fairy tale princess. Gently Selena lay Lucy down pulled back the covers and removed the little girl's shoes. Thanking god for having had to look after significantly younger sisters, she managed to get Lucy into bed without her waking up entirely before sneaking out and making her way to the kitchen. Her kidnapper was there and he smiled as she entered.
"Now Darcy, what are you making?" He asked and she shrugged, knowing better than to actually suggest anything.
"I suggest sandwiches, ham ones with egg and lettuce." He said and she nodded silently. Cautiously she fixed the dinning room table, conscious of the children's sobs echoing through the house. She placed a dinner mat, identical knives and forks exactly one inch from the side of the mat and two completely symmetrical napkins before the places at the table. She then made the sandwiches and set them down in front of him and the other chair. She cleaned up the kitchen meticulously before seating herself down and waiting for him to start, forcing herself to eat the tasteless sandwich she had prepared. When that was done she cleaned up. Just as she placed the final dishes into the cupboards she felt him come up behind her. Two hands came to rest on her hips and he rested his chin on her shoulder before sighed deeply. She stiffened and waited. Soon his right hand moved to rest just below her breast, his thumb gently caressing the underside of the curve. She muffled a small shriek and bit down hard on her lip. His other hand came up to rest on her other shoulder as he smoothed a strand of hair away from her neck to place a chilling kiss against her feverish skin. Suddenly he whirled her around and forced her against him. She felt crushed and hot, not at all comfortable with his presence.
"Darcy, oh Darcy I missed you." He said and she suddenly had enough.
"I'm not Darcy." She said and he stiffened. Drawing back he looked down at her.
"I think the heat has gotten to you Darcy, you need to lie down." He said and tugged her roughly to the doorway of the kitchen. She struggled, screaming at him and swearing.
"You son of bitch! I hate you! Let me and those children go or I swear I'll kill you!" She yelled and he whirled around.
"Don't fuss Darcy, you'll work yourself into a fit and scare the children." He begged and she spat at him.
"My name is Selena, Se-leen-ah. Get it! I'm not Darcy. You are despicable if you think I'm letting you get away with this. We're going to get out of here, I promise you that." She said and he screamed, launching fist that struck the wall about half an inch from her head. She froze in horror.
"Don't you ever threaten to take my children from me, I am their father and your husband Darcy and you will stay here!" He shouted and she pushed him away one last time.
"My name is not Darcy!" She screamed and shrunk back as he approached her with rage in his eyes. A needle was clutched in his hand and as she struggled to get away he grabbed her arm.
"No, no, no not again. Please no I'll be Darcy. I'll be whoever you want just… no!" She screamed as the needle broke her skin and he injected her with whatever it was. Her world began to blur and she felt her knees begin to weaken, her mood begin to calm almost immediately. The man caught her as she staggered.
"Darcy, shhh. Let's get you to bed, it's time to sleep." He said and she struggled valiantly to remain conscious. Her last thought was of Spencer, she had to get word to Spencer… somehow. The world faded and she collapsed into sleep.
SRSRSRSRSRSR
When she awoke it was very late or possible very early. Through a haze of drugged influence and short sightedness she tried to sort out her situation with the minimal range of movement she had. The small, lace curtained window in the room was semi-drawn on a night sky, there was a soft glow of moonlight falling onto her face and she welcomed it like a mother's caress. To her panic she had no idea what the time was and looking down she realised she was dressed in a silken night gown that barely covered her thighs. Feeling sickened and violated she listened to the night around her and shuddered at the sound of gentle breathing. She could now feel someone sleeping beside her and slowly turned her head to stare with hatred at the man who had kidnapped her. He was fast asleep and she waited patiently while the drugs in her system began to wear off, allowing her small movements at a time. It was almost an hour before she had the mobility to get off the bed without disturbing its other occupant. Carefully she slid off the bed and crawled towards the door. She made it down the hallway until she reached Karly's room, reaching up to unlock the door and push it open. It took her three attempts but she managed to open it with little noise. Karly's pale face poked out into the corridor and she gasped at the sight of Selena on the floor. Pressing a finger to her lips she beckoned her closer.
"P-paper." She whispered and the girl nodded, glancing nervously towards the master bedroom.
"Assss-leep." Selena muttered and hauled herself against the corridor wall in an effort to stop the world from spinning. She watched as Karly walked off to search for a piece of paper and pen. She didn't know what to write when she got them and ended up simply staring at it for a long time.
"I don't know where we are Karly; I don't know what to write." She said and the girl began to cry. Pulling her close Selena murmured softly into her ear and held her tightly until she stopped.
"You are so brave Karly but I'm going to have to ask you to be even braver for a while." Selena said and Karly stiffened.
"What do you mean?" She asked and Selena grimaced.
"I have to lock the door, if I don't he'll know and I won't be able to get a clear enough head to write to Spencer." She said and Karly titled her head.
"Who's Spencer?" She asked and Selena smiled.
"A friend of mine, he works for the FBI and he'll be very worried about me." She said and Karly nodded.
"Okay, just this once Selena… I don't like locked doors but if you can get Spencer here… I'll do it." She said and Selena hugged her tightly.
"I promise you Karly, we're all going to get out of here." She said and the girl nodded. Slowly they stood and Selena gently closed the door behind the girl before locking it with a sickened heart. Suppressing her tears she walked back into the Master bedroom, holding the piece of paper and the pen and tucking the securely under the mattress before climbing cautiously into the bed. She settled down and tried to sleep, tomorrow she would find out where the hell she was and then she'd send that note to Spencer. Tears came, unbidden, to her eyes as an arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her against a firm masculine body. She suppressed a shudder as the hand traveled her body, riding beneath her hemline and panties, searching and finding what it wanted before she finally started to cry. As the man went about his perverted business Selena remained perfectly still, biding her time as the hand invaded her most inner places. She suppressed her cries and simply bore through the long night. He did not force himself upon her, merely touched her, however she knew the next time would be different. Next time he would have her and there would be nothing she could do minus killing herself. When the hand retracted from beneath her night gown Selena smiled into her pillow. Gentle snores filled the room once more and she smirked, waiting for the sun to rise and the last day of her life to begin. Come what may she would be ready to do what was necessary for herself and these children, if killing herself saw them out safely then she would do it. As always her final thoughts before drifting off were of Spencer. She warmed at the memory of his wide, brown eyes sparkling as she joked about life with two sisters. His gentle hands and fingers as he helped her to stand. His soft voice as he spoke to her of his theories of the world. She warmed and waited.
"Spencer." She breathed and drifted into pure nothing.
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