Spencer slowly became aware of his surroundings while still feeling the familiar grogginess of drugs coursing through his veins. His first coherent thoughts centered around a television with the picture of a beautiful young woman on the screen. She appeared to be laughing and joking with whomever was filming her. Her body language was one of youthful exuberance and everything the young with a naive outlook on life exhibited. Spencer was slightly confused when the voice that he was hearing didn't match up with the movements of the girl's lips on the screen. Spencer was a little frustrated by the amount of time it took him to realize the voice he was hearing belonged to a man. It took it even longer for his brain to translate the words into sentences that actually made some kind of sense.

"Carrie was the last one, Sammy. All of our friends it seems hsve turned their grief into anger at you for taking your life and then turned that anger into healing and forgiveness. How I wish I could do the same, but I can't. I just can't seem to ever get angry with you. I love you too much. Sometimes I really want to, but I can't. I knew Josh was bisexual when I introduced the two of you. Hell he had hit on me a few months earlier. When you got serious I even threatened him with bodily harm if he ever hurt you. He just laughed and reminded me that you were the older sibling by sixteen minutes. I told him that it didn't matter. I am so sorry that I never told you about him. I am even sorrier that I ever introduced you to him. I promised Mom and Dad that I would always look out for you but I failed you. But I swear to you Sammy I am making a difference. There are so many assholes like Josh out there, men who promise someone forever but then are incapable of fulfilling that promise. Men who cheat and lie to the people who love them most. I will make them pay and I will make sure no one can ever hurt their partners again. No one should have to live with the pain and humiliation that you did in the end. I love you Sammy."

The picture on the television faded and the face of a young man appeared in Spencer's line of view."Oh , I didn't expect you to be up just yet. How about I grab you something to drink?"

Spencer attempted to shake his head no at the offer afraid of what else might be in the drink but when his head only fell to the side he noticed that his hands were restrained in medical style restraints and their was an IV attached to his arm.

The man continued to talk to him like they were old friends, " It's no problem, I'll only be a minute."
When the man left the room Spencer attempted to test the bonds holding him only to realize that while his mind was waking up, he had very little control of his extremities. His arms and legs were still completely numb.

The man walked back into the room with a glass of clear liquid in his hand. Spencer could see him reach for a controller on the table next to the television and then he felt the top of the bed he was in slowly begin to rise. The man continued on to him and carefully reached around to brace his head while he raised the glass to his lips. Even though Spencer was fearful of what might be mixed in with the water, the coolness on his lips and the scratchiness of his throat soon overrode all all concerns as he began to greedily drink the offered water.

The man pulled the glass back and smile down at him kindly, "Not too fast, you will only make yourself sick. Small sips. I will take care of you, don't worry."

Part of Spencer's brain had already made the connection from the man who had kidnapped him and the case the team was already working, His faith in his team to catch this unsub and rescue him was the only thing keeping the pure panic he knew he should be feeling at bay. While he continued to assess his surroundings hoping for some way to contact his team and aid in his own recovery, he also listened and cataloged everything the unsub was telling him.

"I'm sorry I couldn't find you and rescue you sooner. I only discovered last night that you were being hurt. I hoped to reach you before you found out but as soon as I saw your face when you got off the bus I knew you had discovered what he did. Do you want to talk about it?"

The pain of seeing Derek's infidelity shot through Spencer like an arrow and tears began to form in his eyes, he quickly tried to blink them away before they could be noticed but he was unsucessful and think man gave him a sad look as he walked up and gently wiped away the few tears that had managed to escape. "I know how badly you are hurting but trust me I will make him pay and I will make sure you are never hurt like that again. Trust me."

Penelope Garcia's shoes rang out with a loud click clack as she raced from her lair to the conference room that the BAU was using. Agents in between the two locations quickly cleared a path for the brightly dressed woman well aware of her computer skills and what she could do to them if they impeded her mission to help the youngest member of the elite unit. Though everyone knew she never carried a fire arm, the idea of her weaponizing a computer against them terrified them more than facing the worst of the worst that their job forced upon them.

Upon entering the conference room she only paused for a brief second to give a deathly glare to Morgan before addressing Hotch. "I found something" as she reached for the laptop on the table and began to rapidly punch the keys before turning it around for the Unit Chief to see.

The screen showed a bus pull into a stop, "That's right by Spencer's apartment.", Derek said, his full attention on the screen.

Hotch looked up at the man handcuffed to him and desperately tried to keep the anger at him off his face but he only partially succeeded, before he once again turned his attention to the screen.

The trio saw Spencer exit the bus and begin to walk off screen when he was bumped into by a stranger next to the curb. His legs gave out almost immediately and the man quickly wrapped his arms around the collapsing figure before loading him into a waiting car. Everyone in the room recognized the car as the one that had followed Morgan from the crime scene the night before.

Derek's legs gave out, and he fell into the chair next to Hotch. His head dropped down into his hands and he softly moaned. "This is all my fault."

AN: I am sorry this chapter took so long. I am really trying to return to my writing. Please review with your thoughts and comments. They really keep me going. Stray:)