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James Allen interviewing Ralf Schumacher at a Grand Prix, asked: "What does it feel like being rammed up the backside by Barrichello?"
Disclaimer: Criminal Minds is not mine.
He wanted to tell Aaron where he was. He needed to tell him go come and get him. The buzzing in his ear suddenly became a ripping popping sound. He shouted out in horror and pain and put his hands to his ear feeling the hot sticky goo bubbling its way out. As the room span and the phone fell to the floor Spencer noticed someone standing in the doorway. Someone standing in the doorway with a shotgun and a bad look on his face.
"Please, don't."
He watched the man arm the gun as he started to back off. Then watched as he raised the weapon and point it at Reid's face.
"No! Stop!"
Spencer tried to duck down behind the desk but he had backed too far up and had his back to the rear wall. No where to hide. Spencer heard the gun fire and he felt something ripping through his flesh.
As he slid to the floor he moved his hands down to his leg not wanting to look but feeling the way the flesh, muscle and bone had been ripped and shattered by the blast.
He started to curl up foetal to attempt to protect himself as the guy began to bludgeon him with the butt of the shot gun; the side of his face, his head, his ribs, his hands which were shielding his knee from the attacker.
And then the darkness and the pain let him fall asleep.
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Hotch stood staring at the phone for the shortest of moments then leapt into action. "Garcia tell me you traced that call."
"I don't have an exact spot sir, but it came from the general location of the old prison. I am going to tear that recording apart until I let more."
Morgan and Prentiss were already on their feet.
"They searched that place." Prentiss sounded upset by what they had just heard. "How could they have missed him?"
Morgan grabbed her arm on the way out of the small room they had been occupying. "Then we search it again."
Hotch was making quick calls on his cell as they ran for the cars. He needed to get local PD out there ASAP. They were at least half an hour away from the location. He wanted the place locked down. He wanted no one to leave or enter the area.
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Joel Velesco slowed down when he saw the line of police cars heading the way he had just come from. He frowned as the cars raced by his battered truck but still waved a 'hello' to his 'fellow workmates'. Ok he wasn't actually a cop, but as near as damnit. Actually when he thought about it he was better than them, just people didn't appreciate what he did. They didn't see the long hours he put into doing what he was doing. Cleaning the scum off the street. Getting rid of the deviants. As long as they didn't pull him over now he would be home free.
Joel knew exactly where they were going. The bastard fag in his trunk had made that damned call. They had traced it. He would pay for that. Yes he would pay dearly.
He thought the guy was dead. He looked dead. He will be dead. Oh he will make sure of that. Dirty disease carrier. He carried on driving down the road back towards the town.
Joel had to think. What was he going to do now? Where could he take this scum to teach him to mess up his plans? They will find evidence down there that he had been there. They are sure to find something. He needed to go into hiding. Once all the cop cars had passed he took his truck off the road and out towards the mountains in the distance. Joel knew where to take this pig. He had an idea. Yes he could out smart those stupid local cops and it looked like he could outwit the FBI too. He had their boy and they had no idea – yet – that it was him.
He smacked his fist down on the steering wheel and cursed every word he could think of and then he made some up as he drove across the dust.
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They had flak vests on as they walked the perimeter of the old building. They looked for anything which they hadn't seen before, anything different. An open door, a broken window, just something to show them that someone had been here but it was a blustery hot day and so any signs that someone had walked around here would be gone. When they realised they were back at the start again they began yet another search of the interior.
Hotch had asked Garcia to get him floor plans of the place. Something must have been missed the first time around. He didn't intend missing it again.
Derek and Hotch walked side by side with anger and fear inside them both. They needed to find Reid but they didn't know what they were going to find. They just knew that whatever it was they were going to find they needed to get him out as quickly as they could.
They walked around the prison block, the thick walls keeping the heat out, looking down at the map and back to where they were. It must have been a good hour – far too long – before they noticed the discrepancy. Hotch sighed as he thought how Reid would have picked up on it immediately.
Hotch and Morgan backtracked and found an emergency exit. On the map Hotch was holding it showed that it led to the outside. On the map Morgan held, an older map from when the place was built it showed a small lobby with stairs going downwards. The exit door must have been added later.
Derek slowly opened the door. It was well used and didn't creak. They both stood and stared at the pool of blood on the small landing at the top of the stairs and then at the drag marks across the floor leading to the door which Hotch had marked on his map. The lights were on, but the place was in silence. Aaron stood with his gun pointing down the stairs, but in his heart he knew now that Reid wasn't going to be there. Whoever had him had moved on quickly after the phone call. Derek raced back to find the rest of the team and the local cops. If the UnSub was still there they needed to make sure he didn't get out.
Carefully they stepped around the pool of blood; it was still very wet and fresh and it made Aaron's stomach clench in fear and made their ways down the stairs. They looked at each step and with each step the tightening got worse in Aaron's stomach, and the frown got deeper on Derek's face. Every tread had a splat of fresh blood on it. There were smears along the wall and the occasional bloody hand print.
"He was awake." Hotch muttered. Though what he really meant was 'He was a live.'
The blood trail was easy to follow. They went through the big barred doorway and saw the smears and bloody hand and foot prints on the floor.
"He was able to stand. That's good." But his heart was breaking thinking of the pain Reid must have been in to be loosing that much blood. They could see clearly now how he had been dragged from a room and made to stand, they could see how he had fallen again, either from pain or sliding in his own blood. They knew this was Reid. They had no evidence, but they soon would. He had left them nice clear finger and palm prints.
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Spencer didn't know where he was. The light was dim and the air cool but smoky. Somewhere someone had lit a fire. He tired to work out where he was and what had happened.
The first thing he thought of was a headache which felt like it was taking the top of his head off. His gingerly felt down his leg to where in some distant past he remembered there being immense pain. His leg was numb now, but he could feel a bandage had been wrapped around his leg. Whoever had done it hadn't bothered to cut his trousers to treat the wound and so Spencer reasoned it hadn't been cleaned. The shotgun pellets would still be imbedded in his flesh and bone.
An unopened bottle of water was sitting on the floor next to him. He chewed on his bottom lip thinking. He knew he had lost a lot of blood and he knew that meant he needed to drink.
Shaking blood soaked hands reached out for the bottle. It was still sealed. It would be safe. He had little choice. The pain wracking through his body through the effort of opening the bottle made star dance in front of his eyes. He could feel the foggy greyness clouding in around the edges of his vision and as he bottle lid popped off he felt it slide from this fingers and the blackness took over as he fell back again unconscious with blood loss and pain.
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The next time he tried to open his eyes he realised he had been crying. If through pain of distress he wasn't sure. The bottle was next to him again. The cap replaced and some of the water missing. He lay and stared at it for a while. Then pushing up on his elbow he reached out for it again. He watched his hand still covered in dried blood reach out and clutch the bottle then pull it back towards him. The effort made him feel sick. He could smell something cooking on a fire too. Something rich and meaty, which was making his stomach turn. He didn't want to be sick. He needed all the fluids inside him. He flipped the lid off the bottle and tipped it back between his dry parched lips. His bottom lip was swollen and split, but he thought that might have been from when he was hit with the gun butt.
Spencer's shaking caused a good deal of the water to miss his mouth and run down his chin and across his cheek. He didn't want to drink it all. It would make him ill, so he carefully replaced the lid and put the bottle down beside him. He felt light headed but his leg was still not hurting which in one respect was good and in another terrified him.
He lay back down on his side. The UnSub didn't seem to be hurting him now. He hadn't seen or heard him. Just seen the bandage and the water and he could smell food.
In the back of Spencer's mind he was sure he was going to be left here to die. The night creatures would devour him before anyone would find him. Just another missing person; another statistic. He wanted to laugh at that and managed a smile. As he wrapped his arms around himself and tried to sleep.
It was pitch black the next time he opened his eyes but he wasn't afraid this time. He could feel arms around him. He could feel hot breath on the back of his neck and he could smell that smell which was so familiar to him. He pushed back harder onto the sleeping form behind him and heard a slight moan in return and the arms tightened around him.
Spencer closed his eyes again and slept peacefully until the morning.
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A/N there will now be a short delay until the next posting. I will be writing but not posting for a while...sorry. :c) plz feel free to pm if you need to know why!
