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Derek sat at his desk reading a file when his desk phone rang.

"Morgan," he said into the receiver.

"Agent Morgan, I'm terribly sorry to bother you, but we have a young woman in the lobby demanding to see you. She said it's an emergency regarding Dr. Spencer Reid," the security guard said.

"Send her up," Derek said.

He hung up the phone and got up from his desk. He walked out of his office and straight towards the elevators, where he'd wait for the arrival of the young woman. He only waited a few seconds before the doors opened and she walked off the elevator.

"Brooke, what's wrong?" he said concerned.

"Spencer's been kidnapped. I saw it, they just took him," she said as tears streamed from her eyes.

"Ok, baby girl, ok. Calm down, come with me," he said as he put his arm around her shoulder and lead her to the conference room.

On his way to the conference room, he signaled Luke, Tara, and J.J. to follow him. He also gave a brief knock on Rossi's door as he passed by. As Brooke settled into one of the chairs, the rest of the team came walking in.

"What's going on?" Luke asked as he looked at the crying brunette.

"Reid's been kidnapped," Derek said as he stood next to Brooke.

"What?" J.J. gasped.

"Who's this?" Rossi said.

"This is Reid's girlfriend, Brooke," Derek introduced.

The woman looked up with an embarrassed smile. "Lovely way to meet you all," she sniffled.

"It's ok, just tell us what happened," Tara said kindly.

Brooke wiped her nose with the tissue that J.J. handed her.

"We just finished having coffee and we needed to get to work. He went to his car while I headed towards mine. I realized that I forgot to give him his jacket back. It was cold in the coffee shop and he let me borrow it. When I turned the corner … I saw … these guys they … they …" she started getting choked up again.

"You are doing great," Derek assured her as he rubbed her shoulder.

Brooke took a deep breath and looked up at the ceiling for a moment. When she felt she had calmed enough she continued.

"These guys they pressed something into his back and he started shaking. He would've fallen to the ground, but they caught him and dragged him into their van. I ran after them, but it was too late. They were already out onto the road."

"J.J., call Emily," Rossi said.

"Brooke, can we ask you some more questions?" Derek asked as he sat down in a chair next to her.

"Yea, I don't know how much more help I'll be," she said wiping away some tears with the back of her hand.

"It seems useless, but sometimes the smallest details can help us predict and read the unsub," Tara said as she too sat down.

"Unsub?" Brooke said furrowing her brow.

"Unknown subject, the kidnappers," Tara explained.

Brooke nodded her understanding.

"Ok, we are going to have you close your eyes. I want you to tell us everything you see, hear, smell, anything," Derek said.

Brooke nodded again. She seemed afraid to close her eyes. Derek held out his hand and Brooke grabbed it. He could feel her shaking.

"I'm right here Brooke. You are safe with us," Derek assured her.

"Ok," she whispered.

"Close your eyes and tell me what happened after Spencer walked away."

"I was walking back to my apartment. I live just two blocks from the coffee shop, so I don't drive when we meet there. I had just gotten to the corner to cross, when I looked down and noticed I was still wearing Spencer's jacket.

I turned around and started jogging back to the coffee shop. The parking lot is around back, so I tried to move quickly. I didn't want him to leave without it. I turned the corner and I saw two guys jump out of a van and put some black thing to Spencer's back."

"What color was the van?" Tara interrupted.

"It's white. It looks like the kind of trucks that repairmen drive, only it wasn't as dirty or rusty. It was in better condition," Brooke said.

"Can you read the license plate?"

Brooke's face scrunched up in concentration. She shook her head no.

"No, no, I can't. It's too far away," she frowned. "I'm sorry."

"No, don't be sorry. This is helping," Tara said. "You said you tried to run after them?"

"Yea, I don't know what I thought it would do, but I just started running. I saw a man driving the car," she said.

"Describe him," Derek said.

"It's so hard, he's so far away," Brooke said anxiously.

"Come on, Brooke. Focus, you had to notice something," Derek insisted.

Brooke's squeezed her eyes shut as she tried hard to see something. There, she saw him as he looked to see if any cars were coming before pulling into traffic.

"He has very short gray hair. Might have a little bit of black speckled in it. He has a partial mustache and beard, like he hasn't shaved in a few days," she said.

Derek looked at Tara and Luke.

"Brooke, if I showed you a picture, could you identify that man?" Derek asked.

"I … think so," she said.

"Ok, sweetheart, you can open your eyes," Tara said.

"Did it help?" she asked as her eyes darted between the three agents.

"Yes," Tara said as Derek raced out of the conference room.

As he was briskly walking towards Garcia's office, Rossi and J.J. walked out of his office.

"Emily isn't answering," J.J. said.

"If this is who I think it is, he has her too," Derek said.

"Who?" Rossi asked.

"Ian Doyle."

J.J. looked questioningly at Rossi, who looked at her the same way.

"Who's Ian Doyle?" Rossi said.

"Come on, I'll explain on the way to Garcia's office," Derek replied.

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Spencer felt excruciating pain in his knee. He slowly opened his eyes and winced at the throbbing. By this point, he was sweating and nauseous from the pain.

"Spencer, look at me."

Spencer slowly lifted his head to see a tear-stain faced Emily. He could see the distress in her eyes.

"I am so sorry. This is all my fault. I am so sorry. I tried to protect you. I tried," she said as she began to sob again.

"You didn't know what you were getting yourself into Dr. Reid, when you let this woman into your heart."

Ian came walking back into the room. This time he was pushing some cart that had a silver box and two bars attached to it that looked like drum sticks. Ian began playing with something on the front of the box.

"Ian, you've proven your point. You've already broken me. You win. Please let him go," Emily said desperately.

"The thing with Lauren, oh I'm sorry you know her as Emily. See when I met Emily, she introduced herself as Lauren Reynolds. She led me to believe that she was in love with me. Did she do that to you too, Dr. Reid?"

Spencer looked helplessly at Emily, who looked at him with water filled apologetic eyes.

"I, like yourself, fell for her ruse. I let her into my home and shared my life with her. Did she use sex to coerce you into falling in love with her?"

Spencer looked at Emily with questioning eyes.

"Spencer, no, don't listen to him," Emily said.

"She did, didn't she? Don't worry my friend, I was sucked in by her incredible body and technique as well. There was no one as talented at sucking my dick like she was. Oh, and the way she'd scream in bed. I'd have to warn staff ahead of time so they didn't think she was being hurt," Ian laughed.

Spencer's face was twisted in a mixture of pain and hurt. Emily was sobbing and shaking her head.

"Spencer, please don't listen to him," Emily repeated.

"Anyway, I stupidly asked her to marry me and she accepted. Little did I know this was all a trap and not only would she take away my freedom, but she stole my son from me as well," Ian growled.

He lifted the instruments from the cart and walked behind Spencer. Bending over, he leaned close to Spencer's ear.

"Do you know what she did with him?" Ian paused for dramatic effect. "She murdered him. She shot my sweet boy and his nanny. Your Emily is not only a master manipulator, but she is a murderer."

Emily continued to shake her head no, but could barely breathe anymore as she saw the shock in Spencer's eyes. He looked at her with terror written all over him. Confusion streaming from his eyes.

"So, you can understand why I must do this to you, Dr. Reid. She stole my boy from me and now, I must make her hurt as bad as I have for the past 7 years!" Ian shouted.

Spencer howled behind the tape as the metal drum sticks sent electricity through his body. Ian leaned forward and ripped the tape off Spencer's mouth.

"Let her hear you scream! Let her hear what she has done to you!" Ian yelled.

He zapped Spencer again and smiled when the scream tore through his throat. Emily wanted to hold her ears. The sound of his screaming was too much to bare. She closed her eyes tightly as Spencer let out another shout of pain. Emily didn't even realize she was screaming Spencer's name over and over.

Ian placed the instruments back down and turned the machine off. Without a word, he wheeled the cart from the room. Spencer was drooped to the side. His head flopped lifelessly.

"Spencer, look at me. Please, look at me," Emily pleaded.

Spencer couldn't move. His body was so tight, it was as if he just had a seizure. The slightest movement was agony. His brain was zoning in and out. Trying to decide if it was safer to go unconscious.

"Spencer, if you can hear me, nothing he said about how I feel about you is true. Yes, I was with him and I pretended to love him. But it's because he was a wanted terrorist. I was doing my job. With you … Spencer, what we have is so real.

We have a connection that cannot be faked. You are my world and he knows it. Otherwise he wouldn't torture you. I pray that someone tortures the hell out of Ian. But I would never wish that on you. I love you so much Spencer. It's why I pushed you away.

I knew he was coming back for me and I couldn't let you get hurt. I had to push you away, but it killed me inside. That night … I felt it too. It was the hardest thing to turn my back on you. When I saw you with Brooke my heart was broken.

I wanted that to be us. I didn't want her to be with you. I wanted to go back in time and change my life so that I was worthy of you. I don't deserve you. People like Brooke deserve you. I am so sorry that you ever met me. I should have stayed away from you.

I … I was selfish and I'm sorry. I am so sorry, Spencer," Emily said bursting into tears again.

She sobbed hysterically until she had nothing left. She sat limply in the chair as her eyes grew heavy from distress and exhaustion. She didn't know if Spencer heard a word she said, but she prayed to God that he did.