The team left for Massachusetts as fast as they could. The plane ride there seemed to take forever. Hotch stared out the window the entire time. Emily studied the case file over and over. JJ stared at her phone, waiting for someone to call and say "We found him, he's unharmed." Rossi watched the floor as though Reid would just appear there and yell "April fools!" Morgan just spent the time trying to push down the red hot anger trying to erupt from him like a volcano spouts lava and fire. He couldn't just sit here on this plane while his best friend was being hurt… again.
When the plane finally landed at Logan Airport, the team hurried to begin giving the profile and coordinate the search.
Meanwhile, Reid sat in a cold metal chair, the unsub pacing around him holding a hammer.
"Do you know what I want revenge for, Dr. Reid?" he asked.
"No…"
The hammer hit his knee, and he cried out in pain.
"They need to feel my pain." He yelled.
He hit Reid in the face. "Do you know what they did?"
"No." Reid said.
Darrel dropped his hammer and picked up his knife.
"They let my little brother get hurt."
He pushed the knife downward in to Reid's arm. The dragged in up his arm and into his chest, leaving deep red lines that bleed profusely in its wake. It felt like he was on fire. There was no way to describe the agony he felt as the knife pulled through him. It was a truly ugly kind of pain, and it seemed as though there would be no end to it ever.
But he gripped the fact that it had to end eventually. After what felt like hours and hours of misery and suffering the pain began to slowly subside and he heard the door slam behind the unsub. He looked down at his aching, warped, tortured body resentfully.
He had lost a lot of blood and was starting to feel hazy. He had to hold on. His anguish seemed to escalate as time passed, and his head lolled to his chest. He heard the door close gently, and he struggled to look up. It was Alex, wearing jeans and a plaint-shirt, her hair down and slightly messy.
"Hi Spencer." She said.
He didn't reply.
"I'm sorry for this." She said.
She pulled out a bucket of water and a cloth; she gently removed his torn, bloody shirt and began wiping off the blood from his chest and arm. The water was hot, almost scorching, but soothing.
She put white gauze over his body. The agony he felt had subsided a great amount.
"Thank you." He croaked.
"Will you forgive me, ever?" she begged.
He was silent for a moment. "I forgive you, now." He said softly.
Tears ran down her face. "I'll get you out of here." She said.
Then she left the room, he heard loud yelling, a gunshot and a car driving away.
An extremely angry Darrel Harper entered the room. He pushed Reid's chair to the floor, kicking him several times before grabbing his knife…
"Hello?" Agent Morgan said into the phone.
"Hello, this is Alex Booker. I want to say I'm sorry. Spencer is at 789 Jackal Road. He doesn't have much time left, you need to save him." Alex said.
"Thank you." He said, and then called out "Guys, we got him!"