L.D.S.K Pt.10
I know ya'll are getting pretty excited on what's going to happen after that little mean cliffhanger in the last chapter! Well, here ya'll go!
Spencer gasped out as he collapsed on the ground, his hisses escaping through his teeth as he tried to cooperate with the agony pain on his back. Looking behind him, still gasping out for air, he saw two small holes on either wall that released a strange yellow mixed with brown gas.
His eyes widened and he could smell an odor of garlic, slightly more on the mustard plant side. Spencer's brain automatically came up on the War of 1916. They had used Sulfur Mustard gas to defend against the armies.
Moaning in pain, Spencer gently removed his shirt. It was difficult with the bomb around his neck but he managed. It felt so much better when he took off his shirt, the material wasn't disturbing the skin and Spencer gave a small whine of relief.
He looked back and he could see red skin everywhere but it was more on the pink side. Spencer knew it he doesn't get out of here very soon; he could develop into intense itching and skin irritation, which will turn into nasty yellow blisters. Some parts of his back had third degree burns while the rest were simply a second degree. Around his shoulders and neck, it was less severe than the middle of his back, he predicted. His pain and collar was preventing him from seeing the rest of the burns.
Resting in that spot, not moving, he prepared himself, he could not just wait there until the bomb catches up. But with the new wounds, Spencer just wanted to stay still and wait until his time was up.
However, the loud ticking encouraged him to get up and move on. Spencer couldn't stop the loud cry from escaping his throat, the pain was indescribable.
He reminded himself to take one step at a time and each step brought him closer to freedom. That is, of course, if Spencer survives the journey. He wondered how much time he already lost.
Hotch turned at the call. "Yes, Morgan?"
"We got the sketch." Morgan replied, holding up the pad where a dark haired man's face was. He had high cheekbones with slight stubble at the chin. His hair was slicked back without overdoing it and he had hollowed cheeks, with strong jaw. All above, he looked like a supermodel but Hotch was not convinced.
"Ok," Hotch nodded, "Time to release it to the media."
JJ held up the image as she finished off her speech. "And if you have any information on this man, please call the hotline below. Thank you very much." And with that, ignoring the shouts of the reporters, she got off the stage to where Hotch, Morgan, Gideon and Elle were waiting.
They were quiet until Elle spoke up, "We should go back to BAU."
No one said anything but looked at Hotch who nodded. "Let's go."
They headed back, not seeing a hooded man in the crowd who was watching the entire presentation. He smiled his bright, white teeth and walked to the parking lot where his stolen car awaits.
Hotch entered the conference room, rubbing his eyebrow, willing the pain to go away but to no avail. He thought of his beloved Spencer and he couldn't imagine what was happening to him right now. The thought of Spencer lying on the cold, stone floor, covered in his own blood and his lifeless eyes staring out at him froze Hotch's blood to the core.
He silently prayed that Spencer was still alive and not in pain. Hotch truly loved him and he wanted him back, back into his arms. He didn't care he was being selfish, Hotch just wanted Spencer back.
Spencer breathed in and out heavily; it had been hours since the exposure to the dangerous gas. A large amount can be fatal but only after about a day or so. However, with his recent surgery, Spencer was weaker than usual.
He avoided several traps, almost coming close to getting his hand chopped off. But now, Spencer just want to lie down and fall asleep, letting the darkness consume him. However, Spencer was determined. He thought of his mother and he knew he couldn't leave her to the state. He will not let Diana feel useless and lonely. Spencer wrote to her everyday for a reason.
And so, he continued. He thought of his team members. Garcia came to his mind first. She was outgoing, always made everybody smile no matter what circumstances they were in. Her style and fashion was unique, Spencer knew without a doubt.
Gideon was next and Spencer missed his mentor terribly. He was practically his adoptive father after William had left him and his paranoid schizophrenia mother at a young age. Spencer was extremely thankful that Gideon had brought him to the FBI for a job. It gave him a life and now… Spencer wasn't sure if it was worth it. He was willing to help people and solve cases but he knew it could result in his death, therefore leaving Diana all alone. Spencer had known the risk but he never thought it would end where he was now.
After Gideon was Elle. He and Elle had a small relationship, they weren't very talkative but they understood each other. They knew when to be quiet and just enjoy the silence.
Next was JJ. Spencer once had a small crush on her but that crush turned into friendly. JJ was almost like a sister to Spencer, she was fun but serious. Spencer couldn't imagine a romantic relationship with her, it was too incest now. Spencer knew he could talk to her and she wouldn't give away his secrets.
Morgan was different. He loved to tease and annoy Spencer and that irritated the genius to no end. But Spencer knew it was out of brotherly love. At first, when it happened, he thought Morgan was being a bully and it hurt him after seeing that giant smile. After knowing Morgan, however, Spencer discovered it was in his nature to tease those who he loved. Spencer was honored to be one of Morgan's friends, if not adoptive brothers.
And finally… Aaron Hotchner. When Spencer first met him, he was mind-blown. He couldn't stop thinking how hot his new boss was. And when he saw Hotch's ring on his left hand and the photos of a woman on his desk, Spencer was saddened but quickly got over it. After all, he was always alone and there was no way a guy this handsome could ever love a geek like him.
A few months later, Spencer was surprised that Hotch was starting to have an interest in him and that was the moment Spencer was truly the happiest man ever.
Spencer faintly smiled but it quickly went away. 'It was all a fake, he never even liked me.' He thought tiredly and dejected.
Suddenly, Spencer yelped and ducked as a bright, blue electric shot right passed where his head was. He had to be more careful, Spencer knew. But it was getting harder and the halls were getting darker as he went further into the tunnels.
Spencer's foot hit something and the object rattled. He smelled an odd fouling familiar smell. Something was decaying and Spencer stayed quiet. He knew what it was but he was not going shriek like a little girl. He stepped over it and kept going.
Back at the BAU, a phone rang. Elle picked it up and said, "Hello, BAU of FBI. How can we help you?"
On the other side was a police officer. "We just got a tip on your guy. A man reported to having seen him at the Cherry Hotel on 33rd Street downtown, room 319."
"We'll be there." And with that, she hung up the phone and hurriedly ran to the conference room where the rest of the team, excluding Spencer was. "We got a hit. Cherry Hotel on 33rd Street, room 319."
Hotch and the rest of the team perked up, hope rising in their eyes. They looked up at their boss and waited for their orders.
"Get suited up and call the SWAT."
Inside of Hotch's mind, he was jumping for joy. Maybe there was hope for him and Spencer. All he wanted to do was gather him up in his arms, go home, away from reality and whisper nothings into his love's ears, reassuring that he will never leave Spencer again and he was terribly sorry.
Together and quickly as possible, they put their vests on to protect themselves from bullets and ran to their vehicles, a chosen team of SWAT following behind them just for caution.
Hotch let Morgan drive as Hotch was afraid to go too fast and get into a car accident.
His mind began to drift off, images of Spencer going through his head. Hotch didn't know what to expect if- no, when they find Spencer. 'Is he severely wounded? Is he bleeding to death? In fact, is he already dead? NO!' Hotch will not go any further than that thought. He will not believe that Spencer is dead. Hotch will believe Spencer has passed away the day when Hell freezes over.
The black SUVs were loud as they arrived at where they believed their UnSub was. Entering the building, they ran past the protesting manager who was red in the face. The group immediately went up the stairs, agreeing mentally that the elevator would be too slow. Soon, they reached the third floor where room 319 was.
Standing by the wooden door, Hotch shouted, "This is FBI!" When no reply but grunts were answered, Hotch tried the door but it was locked as expected. He turned to Morgan and quietly nodded.
Morgan did what he was good at; knocking doors down. He broke the door down by his foot and it only hung by its hinges.
"FBI! FBI! FBI!" The members of the force ran into the room, guns out and pointing at the bed where two shocked occupants lied. The woman screamed and covered her bare body with the cover while the sweating man next to her just stared dumbfounded at the guns pointing at them.
"What the fuck!" The woman yelled, enraged. The blonde man next to her gulped loudly, unable to make a sound.
Out of nowhere, Morgan's phone rang and after answering and putting it on speakers, Garcia voice filled the air. "A car is reported stolen and when I checked the videos, it was the UnSub. The owner also reported his cards and phone was also stolen. A call was made on that phone and it called our hotline."
It was obvious what just happened here and Hotch whispered, "Dammit."
I finally completed my physical therapy! YAY! :D I'm still a little weak in the arms, lost some muscles but it is waaaaaaaaay better than what it was weeks ago! :D
I would like to thank bb, Savageblue, omgnotagain, Lenika08, pipinheart, Thera-Rocklynn, LoveReid, 14hpgirl19 and Miss R. Hood.
Now, I have a question that LoveReid asked me! "What's a smut?" It's a slash fiction meaning sexual romance if you know what I mean.
And I have a question for ya guys. Should I change the rating to a M Rated with the f-bombs going on and all that? Thank ya all!