Greetings earthlings! I honestly don't know why I just said that—except for the fact that I always wanted to say it. Welcome to the third chapter of Que Sera Sera! Some of you have asked me if the team will be involved; perhaps as hostages themselves. At the time when I first conceived the idea I had considered that possibility but then I realized something. Reid is known by many as the character without thought for himself who jumps into situations that the team has to save him from. I decided that I wanted to do more with his character than that. I want to give him the opportunity to solve a problem on his own just to prove that he could. So, this story is more from his perspective of how he escapes from his captor than equally how the team saves him. Hopefully I'll do Reid justice. Love,

Holly Sophia.

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"God, my head hurts." Spencer said as he slowly began to wake, squeezing his eyes closed tighter in the hopes of forcing the pain away. When that didn't work, he opened his eyes and started with fear. A woman sat curled in the corner of the room, just staring at him.

"Who are you?" He asked her. "How did you get in here?"

She shrugged, "I have no idea. I went asleep a little while ago and I woke up in here."

"Were you kidnapped too?" Spencer expected she was recently captured so her response stunned him.

She gave a quick nod of her head. "I've been here for two days already."

Spencer's eyes widened. "Two days?"

"Yes. Today's my third. You started screaming yesterday so I'm guessing that today is your second day here."

"I've only be here two days?" Spencer couldn't believe it. "It feels like a week."

"I know the feeling. I feel like I've been here for eternity." She paused, passing her hand over her eyes in a gesture of exhaustion. He decided to engage her in more conversation and said, "My name's Spencer by the way. Spencer Reid."

The woman tried to twist her lips into a smile. "I'm Gia Rosenwood." It was then that the lanky genius took a good look at her. Long auburn hair hung limply around her face, masking white features and blue eyes. She wore a gray tee shirt and sweats, green sweatshirt and tennis shoes. She looked tired, dirty, and had a bruise under her right eye. From his experience here, Spencer knew she would have more.

"Do you remember what happened before he took you?" Spencer inquired of her.

"I remember being at a grocery store because I needed spaghetti sauce to make dinner. I went to the bathroom and I heard a baby crying in one of the stalls. So I called out into the hallway outside the restroom to see if the mom might still be around. But nobody came. I intended to take the baby up to customer services. Then I opened the stall door to get it but all I found was a recorder. I thought it was some kid's stupid prank until someone hit me on the back of my head and knocked me out. "She paused, using the back of her hand to rub her eyes. "Then I woke up in a room here."

His time spent working at the BAU had given him a deeper insight into people. He could sense right now that Gia was bothered terribly by something, so he asked, "What's wrong?"

Gia averted her gaze from his. "I don't want to talk about it."

"Okay." Spencer took a moment, moving in the chair. He wasn't tied up anymore. Slowly he got to his feet and felt solid floor under his shoes. It was almost too amazing for words. His joy must have showed because Gia asked, "Why do you look so happy?"

"I can stand up and move my feet. I've been here two days and this is the first time I've been able to do this. It's a wonderful feeling."

She nodded understandingly then asked a question out of the blue. "Do you have any family, Spencer?"

He shook his head, slightly surprised at hearing someone speak his first name. Only a few of all the people he knew actually did that. "Just my mom, but she lives pretty far away from me. I write to her every day though."

Gia looked surprised. "I don't even call my family that much in a month. Why do you do that?"

"To make her happy." Spencer added silently, 'And to make up for barely visiting her.'

"Couldn't you just call her?" She suggested.

"She doesn't have a phone."

Now Gia was incredulous. "She doesn't have a phone?"

Spencer shook his head no, then verbalized the gesture, "No."

"Does she not believe in them?"

"They don't really let the patients in sanitariums use them."

The brunette looked dumb-founded. "Oh. I'm sorry."

He shrugged his right shoulder. "It's not a problem. So, do you have any family?"

"Just my dad and two brothers; they live in Kansas City."

"Where do you live?" He asked her curiously.

"Used to be Kansas City but I wanted to work in Virginia so I transferred over there."

Spencer's curiosity was peaked now. "What company do you work for?"

A wry smile twisted Gia's lips. "The F.B.I." This revelation stunned the genius. "Really?"

"Yeah, I've been with them for about a year now. I was working at the field office in KC but they felt I would be better used in another place."

"That is very interesting." Spencer said thoughtfully. Gia tilted her head in his direction, "Why is that?"

"I work for the Behavioral Analysis Unit in Quantico."

Gia had surprise written all over her face. "You work for the FBI too?"

He nodded his response. "Fate has quite a strange humor, putting two FBI agents in the hands of an insane individual."

"This isn't a coincidence, Spencer. Whoever this person is, he didn't just randomly pick us. He chose us specifically!"

"I wonder why." Spencer mused thoughtfully.

She regarded their predicament and the man before her. "Well, I haven't met you before today. So we definitely haven't worked any of the same cases. What could possibly be connecting us that would cause this psycho to put us together?"

"You mean, besides the FBI?"

Gia nodded, "Yeah."

"I'm not sure." Spencer replied, lost in his thoughts.

"Would you like me to answer that for you?" The chilling voice asked out of nowhere. Gia jumped in fright, as terror etched itself into her face. "Who was that?"

"Our captor." Reid explained to her calmly. "Haven't you heard his voice before?"

She vehemently shook her head, "No. Never."

The voice spoke again. "Would you like to know?"

"Would we like to know…what exactly?" Spencer asked.

"Why I picked you two specifically." The lanky man waited a little before he responded with, "Okay. Tell us."

"I've been watching you both. All the cases you've been involved with. What you do, how you respond to things, what you eat for breakfast in the morning. Everything." The voice paused, not only to take a breath but also for dramatic effect—as Spencer knew quite well. "I know the horrors and tragedies you've both experienced in your lives. They would have broken someone else's spirit. But you, both of you are very much intact and happy. Not to mention incredibly optimistic. Almost to a fault really."

"So you kidnapped us because we're incredibly optimistic?" Gia inquired, not trusting her ears to repeat the truth to her. Not even Spencer could fathom the insanity of this man's plan at the moment.

"Exactly, Miss Rosenwood! Incredibly optimistic government servants? It's almost unheard of! You are both oddities: modern day marvels who can see the worst that the world has to offer without losing your happiness. Or your optimism that everything will be alright in the end. Good will conquer evil." The voice chuckled ominously.

"What is the point of this?" Gia said angrily, trying to hide her bewilderment as she clenched her fists in rage.

"The point, Miss Rosenwood?"

"Yes the point! What is the point of holding us here if we're both so incredibly optimistic?" She raged sarcastically.

"I want to see how long you both can survive."

Spencer saw the blood visibly drain from Gia's face and all the fight leave her. "What?" She murmured, eyes wide.

"I want to see how long your optimism sustains you. How far can it take you before you give in to madness? Tell me, do you know?"

Gia couldn't help her reaction. "You bastard! What the hell is wrong with you?" There was no reply. Spencer reached out; placing what he hoped would be a comforting hand on her arm. She turned to look at him, eyes glistening with tears. "What are we gonna do Spencer?" She fell into him, burying her face in his shoulder. He held her close, a hand pressed to her head. "I wish I knew."

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Rinswan: You will know more about the team's attempts to recover Spencer later on. Right now I wanted to focus more on his efforts at staying alive and escaping on his own.

Missspencerreid15: I'm doing my best! Speed coupled with accuracy is what I aim for.

Dragonflytwin: Goodness, so many questions! Let me try to tackle them. The food and water both have hallucinogenic properties which are used in this case to weaken the victim and leave them defenseless. I think this Unsub may alternately underestimate Reid and consider him a challenge. He sees him as strong because the horrors of life haven't broken him but this Unsub also knows anyone can be broken with time and effort. He just wants to know how much time it will take for Reid to give into madness. Your insight into Reid's character is quite impressive! Thanks for sharing it with me!

Goldspy: Reid definitely knows why he's there. The question now is, why is his captor doing this? I'm glad you find the drugged food and water aspect to be interesting. I wanted to show just how deep his captor's twisted intentions run and, of course, forcing someone to choose between eating and being beaten is definitely high on the twisted intentions scale.

The-Vampire-Act: Some people have to find ways to let their aggression out. This person is using the torture of other human beings as the outlet for his aggression. I'm glad you caught that! This chapter definitely explains that line. The dream was mostly his sub-conscious regurgitating memories of people who make him feel safe to counteract what he was dealing with in reality. I'm extremely delighted that you're enjoying the story! I hope you'll keep reading.

Fantasyqueen10: You can never have too much Reid, you know? He's undoubtedly my favorite on Criminal Minds! I'm guessing he's yours as well?

Edward-Cullen-babe501: Thanks go to you for all the love you have concerning my story! No need to worry, I would never kill Reid unless the situation highly called for it. He is, after all, the reason I started watching in the first place.

I am so grateful to all of you for taking the time to read and review my work. It touches me very much to know that you enjoy it and want to keep reading what comes next. I love all of you for your kindness and the thoughts you've shared with me. Please continue to comment and let me know what you think. You are who I am writing for after all!

P.S. Happy New Year everyone! Let's hope 2010 will be a smashing year!