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"Please," He begged for the hundredth time. He was on his knees in from of Marcus, unable to move anywhere else. Marcus laughed and kicked him again. Spencer's hands were still duck-taped behind his back, but he wasn't on the chair anymore. Marcus had untied him and shoved him to the ground, knowing he wasn't physically able to go anywhere else. "Please don't." He'd screamed so many times his voice came out in a quiet rasp. This wasn't like last time. Last time he didn't get hit every second, last time it wasn't this hot. He was still sweating, still bleeding, still terrified. He prayed desperately for this to be another nightmare, a dream. But that kind of mercy didn't exist here.

"I'm in control here Spencer." Marcus said, pausing for a brief moment. "In this place, I am God." He back handed Spencer. "Your life is in my hands now." Spencer already knew this.

He needed a few seconds to think, it was too hot to think, too painful to think. He wanted relief, if not he'd die. Someone help me. Please help me. His shirt was drenched in sweat and blood, as was his face. He was surprised his ribs weren't broken from Marcus kicking him. Please, Rachel, where are you?

"God you are pathetic." Marcus said. "All those brains but so incredibly socially awkward he can't even get a date. All those brains but no one who gives a damn to listen." Spencer's vision was swirled, dizzy. He hit Spencer again. Tears had been falling down his face for hours, unable to stop.

He looked past Marcus and out the window, flashlights dancing in the darkened night.

Oh thank God. His facial expression didn't change, he didn't want to give anything away.

"You know what?" Marcus said. "I'm done with this." He drew a large knife out of the sheath on his belt loop. Spencer's eyes grew and, if possible, his heart pounded harder. From a distance, Spencer heard a door bust open. Marcus grinned. "Showtime." He said. He moved to the dresser in the room and took the roll of duck-tape and a hanker-chief from the surface. He grabbed Spencer's face and forced his jaw open, stuffed the cloth in his mouth and taped his mouth shut. He grabbed his hair and pulled him up, turning him around as the footsteps got closer. He pushed the knife to Spencer's throat just as the door burst open.

"Marcus Pope," Hotch said. Spencer was relieved at the sight of him. J.J., Morgan, Rachel and the rest of the team followed slowly behind him, guns aimed. Marcus backed up, pulling Spencer's hair tighter. He pushed the knife harder into his neck.

"Don't move." Marcus said. "Move and I'll kill him." Spencer closed his eyes, tears still sliding down his cheeks. Rachel looked as if she might cry, or kill Marcus.

"Marcus let him go." Hotch demanded. Marcus shook his head.

"No, I let him live and my message won't be clear." He said, pushing the knife in Spencer's neck so hard a drop of blood fell. "It has to be clear. They don't understand. I was helping, I was gonna change what was happening!" Spencer swallowed hard, starting to shake when he yelled. Morgan's jaw was set, ready to charge Marcus at any given time.

Spencer dared to open his eyes. They went straight to Rachel, pleading with her to help him. She looked back at him, pain and sadness evident. She wanted so desperately to do something, but his life was in danger, the profilers would have to handle it for now.

"We promise," Rossi began. "Your message will get out. If you kill this agent your message will go nowhere. And that is also not a threat." Marcus paused, contemplating the thought.

"No," He said, pushing harder on the knife. "No this is the only way."

"If you kill him," Morgan said. "There are about fifty people ready to take you out right now. You won't get far." Marcus looked sideways, once again thinking about what they said.

"I'll get my message out," He said. "One way or the other." At that last word he shoved Spencer at them and dove out of the window, taking off into the woods behind him.

Rachel caught Spencer and lowered both of them to the ground.

"We need to go get his ass." Morgan said. Hotch shook his head.

"We go in there we're dead, that's his territory." He said.

"So we're gonna let him go?" Morgan asked, incredulous.

"No, we're going to lock that area own like Fort Knox." He said. Morgan nodded.

Rachel took the duck-tape off of Spencer's wrists and mouth, taking the gag out as well.

"Sweet-heart are you okay?" She asked. He swallowed and nodded. She hugged him and he closed his eyes.

"It's so hot." He said hoarsely. Rachel swallowed the lump that had suddenly appeared in his throat.

"We're gonna get you out of here okay?" She said. He nodded. She hugged him tighter. "I was so scared he'd..." She trailed off. He looked up at her and smiled gently.

"I'm just happy you're here." He said. She leaned down and kissed him softly.

"I love you, so much and I was so scared." She said once they broke apart.

"I love you too." he said. And I was scared too." He said. She snorted.

"Yeah I would be too." She said. He shook his head.

"I wasn't scared for me. I was scared I'd never see you again." He rasped. She let the tears she had been keeping at bay fall and hugged him again. Prentice opened her mouth to say something but J.J. stopped her.

"Don't ruin it." She mouthed. Prentice nodded.

Spencer pulled away from her and kissed her, with more passion, and more love than Rachel had ever seen before. Emily and J.J.'s brows raised, both grinning, and Morgan had to cover his mouth when he re-entered the room.

"This is too cute." J.J. whispered. Morgan nodded.

"Despite the whole 'Reid-is-bleeding-and-needs-to-see-a-medic-BAD' thing." He said thoughtfully. J.J. nodded.

"True."

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