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Previously:
Sweeny Todd came into the room, carrying someone over his shoulder, and tossed the body onto the bed in front of the cowering woman.
The man-as it turned out to be-that had been dropped nearly in her lap was tall, skinny, and lanky, with light brown hair that was slightly curled at the ends. He couldn't be older than 25.
Sweeny Todd chained him to the wall as well, tightening the handcuff too much, and dropped first aid supplies at her feet.
"Take care of him, dearest."
She could only nod as she stared wide eyed at the young man lying on the bed.
. . .
Reid was gone, and there was no way of knowing where he was, or who, if anyone, had taken him.
Hotch arrived back at the Quantico Headquarters and stormed his way to his office. His dark brow was furrowed more than usual, his cynical eyes were brooding and fathomless, anyone he happened to pass shivered from the icy air that rolled off of him.
For a while, hours, he paced his office, having slammed the door shut and drawn the shades.
How? How could this have happened? He was gone for ten minutes! Only ten, and suddenly the youngest, smartest member of his team was just gone. Reid was the one that everyone loved, even if they wouldn't admit it. He was the one that everyone secretly admired and watched out for, trying to keep him out of harm's way and safe. The one that when he was in danger, or hurt, everyone swore vengeance on the one that had hurt him. Well, perhaps not vengeance, but heaven help the poor soul that had managed to evoke the wrath and fury of the extremely close knit and protective bonds of the FBI BAU team.
A sharp knock on the door startled Hotch from his silent mourning.
Gideon opened the door and leaned in. "Everything alright? You've been pacing for almost two hours."
The taller man stood up. "Get everyone in the conference room. Now."
"It's almost time to go home."
"Now Gideon." Hotch left his office and walked as calmly as possible to the conference room where JJ was organizing the folders left on the table.
"Everything okay Hotch?"
"Get Garcia in here," he replied, deathly quiet, ignoring her question.
The BAU team was mostly assembled within two minutes.
"I couldn't find Reid, and his phone went straight to voicemail," Gideon was last to enter the room.
"I know."
"What do you mean you know?"
"Reid's gone. We went to the Powers' apartment so he could look for something. I spoke to the manager, and when I returned to the apartment, he wasn't there. The items he was looking for were scattered on the floor, along with Reid's gun, bag, and holster."
The room was completely silent.
If anyone saw the tears that fell from Aaron Hotchner's hard gaze, they didn't say anything about it.
Morgan stood up, tipping his chair over loudly, and slamming the conference door shut as he stomped his way out.
. . .
Sweeny Todd had given Katrina water, cleaning alcohol, gauze and bandages, telling her to clean up the man laid at her feet. He had also given her a few days worth of food and water and told her he'd be back soon from work. He'd kissed the top of her head and ran his fingers through her hair as he left.
She'd given into violent shudders as the sound of his vehicle faded into the distance.
With him gone, Katrina gently brushed the hair out of the young man's face. There were dark purple circles under his eyes, and he seemed to have a somewhat boy-like quality to his appearance. His light brown hair curled at the ends, and was matted to his forehead with blood. He appeared to be tall, perhaps around six feet, and wore converse, mismatched socks, khaki dress pants, and a button down, short sleeved shirt with a tie.
The cat girl quietly opened the gauze pads and cleaning alcohol, gently wiping a soaked pad across the laceration on his temple where he'd been struck. As she cleaned his face, checked his pulse and breathing, and cleaned the blood from his hair, she began to hum through some Classic Disney songs. There was a small bruise on his neck, most likely where the anesthetic was injected rather quickly and painfully. She pulled a small strip of gauze off the end of a pad, folded it, drenched it in water, and laid it onto the bruise.
With his hair clean and his temple bandaged, she rearranged him as best she could so he would be comfortable when he woke up. Her mind occupied, she tied her hair back into a pony tail, took out the soft bristled brush Sweeny Todd had given her, and gently started to brush the young man's hair. there was something sticking out of the pocket on the front of his shirt. Her humming paused for a second, but she continued as she pulled out the item.
His work ID badge.
Her humming stopped completely.
FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION
SPENCER REID
SSA
The ID badge fell from her fingers onto his faintly rising chest.
The FBI.
How did he manage to abduct someone from the FBI? And why?
Are they… are they looking for me? She scarcely dared to hope.
She resumed humming, pinning the ID badge back to the FBI agents shirt and continued to brush his hair. Her thoughts flashed back to when she would brush Taryn's hair, gently tugging out the knots at the end and running the soft bristled brush through her hair again, letting it fall against her back like it did in the animated movies they watched as kids. His hair wouldn't do that, no it was much too short for that. Her memories flashed to when Taryn and Kat had decided-years upon years ago, when they were young, maybe 10-to cut their hair short for their mom when she got cancer. Their mom had gone out to a doctor's appointment, her hair was already short, and they stood in the bathroom with the kitchen scissors, Taryn cutting Kat's hair first, and then Kat cutting Taryn's. Their mother came home right after they'd finished and were cleaning up the hair, catching them half way to the kitchen trash bin.
She didn't realize she was crying until Spencer Reid flinched from the tears that landed on his face.
Spencer's head throbbed, mainly by his right temple, where he was bludgeoned to be knocked out. Something wet was falling on his face, something small and wet, like raindrops, but they were too warm for that. He groaned in his throat, moving his hand to hold his head. Messages were sent up through his nervous system to his parietal lobe, telling him that something was wrong with his arm-his wrist to be exact. It was uncomfortable; it felt pinched and tight, restricted. His vision was blurry as he opened his eyes. The attempts to clear his mind were revealed a handcuff chaining him to the wall that was too tight, and a woman just beyond that.
"Here," she stopped him from talking, holding a freshly opened water bottle to his slightly parted mouth, gently lifting his head to drink.
Her hands were gentle, holding the back of his head gingerly.
"Your wrist will probably hurt; he doesn't really understand the meaning of comfort. I um… I cleaned your head, and the blood from your hair."
Reid stopped drinking. "Who is 'he'?"
"Sweeny Todd."
The young agent sat up, winching from the discomfort in his wrist and looked Katrina over, noting her twitching ears flicking tail. A closer look into her eyes revealed slightly more cat like eyes. The way she sat with her legs under her and arms holding her torso up in front of her screamed cat. "Katrina? Katrina Powers?"
She nodded. "You're Spencer Reid, right?"
"Yeah, how did you-"
"Your name tag. What… where did he get you?"
"Your apartment. I was uh looking for your letters from Doctor Peirce-"
"Uncle Daniel? How did you know about him?"
"There was a letter on your front table addressed to him. He was with us, with my team and me, for a week after you were abducted, trying to help us find you."
She sat back, pulling her knees up under her chin.
"Um, Garcia… Garcia is really worried too. You should see her office, it's like a dense fog of depression invaded it."
She looked up at him, confusion clouding her eyes. "Who's Garcia?"
"She's… she's your cousin. Penelope Garcia?"
"My cousin Penelope went missing years ago. Years upon years. It can't be her. Her last name was Powers, and she went missing after my aunt and uncle died. We all… we all thought she died."
