Next chapter! Let's see what the mini twist I mentioned is. I also forgot to mention that I'm including a big twist as well at the end. Reviews make me happy.

SURPRISES

Derek paced nervously around the lab. It was nearly seven in the morning and they had gotten nowhere on where Spencer and Greg were being kept hostage. He was afraid of what might happen to Spencer, he knew he wasn't strong enough to take out a guy like Findler. What if he's hurt and he didn't day anything? He would do something like that so we wouldn't worry. What if Findler already killed him? He stopped pacing and put his head in his hands. I can't think like that. He has to be ok, he just has to be. He looked up when JJ walked into the room. "Hey, JJ."

"Hey," JJ said quietly, walking up to him. "Are you ok?" The sadness in her voice was plainly evident. She was also scared for Spencer. She cared about him a lot and hated to see him in situations like this. She wanted Henry to be able to see his godfather again.

"I don't know," Derek answered, staring over her shoulder. "I just wish that none of this had happened."

JJ nodded, looking up at him. "You still love him, don't you?"

Derek was silent for a moment, and then he nodded slowly. "I never stopped loving him," he said so quietly that JJ almost didn't hear it. He sat down on a chair and put his face in his hands again. "This is killing me, JJ. I can't stand not knowing where he is, if he's ok or not." He looked up at her, sadness in his eyes. "What am I supposed to do?"

JJ frowned and knelt down next to him. "You have to try and concentrate on finding him. Stay positive, it won't do you any good to think he might be hurt." She put her hand on his. "We're all struggling, Derek. Nobody wants to see Spencer get hurt." She was quiet for a moment before standing up. "Hotch feels really guilty. He was the one that sent Spencer and Greg to the house."

Derek stood as well. "It wasn't his fault they were taken, it's Findler."

JJ nodded slowly. "Garcia is trying to see if she can get any sort of tracking on Spencer's phone. There hasn't been any luck so far, it looks like Findler shut off the phone after he hung up."

Derek nodded and sighed. "I'm gonna go see if there is anything I can do. I can't just stand around like this."

JJ nodded and followed Derek out of the room, hoping that they would find Spencer quickly.

Spencer opened his eyes and glanced around. There was light coming through the single window, suggesting that it was morning. He looked down to see Greg snuggled up close to him for warmth. Being careful not to wake him up, Spencer slowly sat up and slid off the mattress. He cringed and wrapped his arm around his stomach. He was still in pain from being kicked by Findler the day before. He lifted his shirt up a little and looked down to see a large bruise across his stomach. He winced and put his shirt back down, deciding against telling Greg about this. He's already hurt; he doesn't need to be worrying about me too. He walked back over and sat down on the mattress. Greg made a small noise in his sleep, which caused him to look over at him. "Greg? Are you awake?"

Greg opened his eyes and looked over at Spencer. He snuggled deeper in the covers, pulling Spencer's jacket closer around himself. "I'm…h-hungry," he said quietly.

Spencer hadn't thought about it, but he realized that he was starving as well. He hadn't eaten since breakfast yesterday. "I am too," he said absentmindedly.

Greg sat up slowly, wincing a little at the pain in his side. He looked over at Spencer, realizing that he had his arm wrapped around his stomach. "It still hurts?"

Spencer looked confused for a moment and then realized what Greg was talking about. "A little," he said, looking away.

Greg frowned, sensing that Spencer was lying. He was about to speak when the door opened on the other side of the room. He froze in slight terror, and then realized that Spencer was by his side again. He looked up to see Martin walk into the room with a small box. "W-What do you want?"

Martin swallowed nervously and looked around. "I um…um…well…your side. It needs cleaned or it might be infected. I can do it."

"You're not going to touch him," Spencer said, glaring at Martin. He put a protective arm around Greg.

Martin frowned. "No, really, I can. I'm a male nurse. Alex…I didn't know what he was up to. He asked to meet up and…well, here I am. Against my will."

Spencer looked at Martin. He did appear to be nervous, even when they were back at Findler's house. Maybe he was the next victim Findler was going to kill. He looked down at Greg. "I think he's telling the truth."

Greg looked at his nervously and then slowly nodded. "Ok," he said quietly.

Martine nodded and approached the mattress. He knelt down on the floor and looked at Greg. "You can lay back down, it will be easier."

Greg lay back down and looked up at Spencer. He reached for his hand and held on tight.

"It will be ok, Greg," Spencer said. He watched Martin open up his kit and take out gauze and a bottle of peroxide. He looked nervous. "Why are you helping us?"

Martin looked at Spencer and hesitated. "I know what it's like to be scared and alone in a place that you can't get out of," he said quietly. He looked down and gently touched the gauze to Greg's side, frowning when he flinched. "I'm here against my will too. I know what Alex did to those other men…that's what he's going to do to me."

Spencer swallowed hard. "You can't just give up," he said. "You have to try to get out while you can."

"There's no getting past Alex," Martin said, sadness in his voice. "It's only a matter of days now…there is nothing I can do to stop him." He frowned when Greg flinched again. "Sorry."

"It just…burns," Greg said, squeezing his eyes shut against the pain.

"But that means it's getting everything out," Spencer said reassuringly, squeezing Greg's hand to comfort him. "It won't hurt so bad afterward."

Greg looked up at Spencer hopefully as Martin put clean, dry gauze over the wound and taped it in place with medical tape. "T-Thank you," he said quietly.

Martin smiled of the best of his ability. "I have to go now, Alex will wonder what is taking me so long." He packed up his kit and stood up. "Don't so anything to set him off, he'll get violent."

"I noticed," Spencer said, absentmindedly wrapping his arm around his stomach.

Martin nodded hesitantly and left the room, locking the door behind him. Spencer knew if he hadn't locked the door Findler might have hurt him.

"Spence?" Greg asked, slowly trying to sit up.

Spencer looked over and reached to help Greg sit up. "Do you feel any better?"

"A little," Greg said.

Spencer nodded. Greg still looked extremely pale. There was nothing he could do about that because it was from whatever blood loss he experienced. "Hotch and the others are probably really busy right now looking for us," he said calmly. "We'll be home soon, I promise."

Greg looked sadly at Spencer. "You think? Even after what Martin said? There is no getting away from Findler."

Spencer frowned. "Hotch won't let him kill us, he'll get us out of here." He hugged Greg close to him, partly to calm himself down. He just wanted out of this place. He wanted to be back with his team…back with Derek.

Nick paced through the DNA lab nervously. He realized he had been doing a lot of pacing lately, more than he ever had. He was just too worried about Greg. This shouldn't have happened, I should have been the one at that house. What if that blood is Greg's? What if Findler killed him already?

"Nick, seriously, cut it out," Hodges said, looking up from his microscope. "You're making me nervous."

"I'm nervous as hell, David," Nick said, leaning against the table. "This is so frustrating, he shouldn't have been in that house."

"I hate to say it, but pacing and wearing out my floor is not going to bring him back any faster, Nick," Hodges said.

Nick sighed and nodded. "Is the DNA test on the blood pool done yet?"

"Almost," Hodges answered, checking the machine. He looked over at Nick. "You really still care about Greg that much?"

Nick was startled. "What do you mean? Of course I care about him."

"Well, it's just the way you've been acting lately," Hodges said. "I mean, you and Derek are obviously more than friends if you don't mind me saying. You've been ignoring Greg, being mean to him when you do see him. It's not like you at all."

Nick frowned and looked down at the floor. He knew Hodges was right. "I made a mistake."

Hodges knew that Nick meant he made a mistake by letting Greg go. "You know, him and that Spencer guy…they're pretty great together. Just sayin."

Nick was quiet for a moment. He thought back on the past couple of days. He had been mean and hurtful towards Greg, and Spencer was always there to comfort the other man afterwards. Greg was always with Spencer, as if they really were together. He still didn't quite believe what Greg said about their relationship, but he couldn't be sure. I wouldn't doubt it now. The way I treated him, Spencer is so much better for him than I ever could be.

"DNA results are done," Hodges said, pulling the sheet out of the printer.

"What is it?" Nick asked.

Hodges frowned. "Nick, the blood belongs to Greg."

Nick swallowed hard and nodded. He had been afraid of this. He took the paper of Hodges. "I'll tell the others."

"I'm sorry, Nick. Really, I am."

"Thanks," Nick said quietly as he left the lab. He found Hotch and Catherine in one of the conference rooms looking at pictures. "Guys."

Catherine and Hotch looked up at him. "You have something?" Hotch asked hopefully.

"DNA from the blood pool," Nick said, handing the paper to Hotch. "It belongs to Greg."

Catherine frowned as she looked over at the paper. "Spencer mentioned on that phone that Greg needed a hospital."

Nick frowned; he hadn't been informed that Greg was hurt. This wasn't exactly the way he wanted to find out either. "Where's Derek? He'll probably want to know the blood doesn't belong to Spencer."

Hotch frowned. "I'm sorry you had to find out this way, Nick."

Nick simply nodded and turned to leave. He saw Derek approaching and walked towards him. "Derek, the DNA came back from the blood pool. It belongs to Greg."

Derek frowned. "Sorry, man," he said quietly. He put his hand on Nick's shoulder and squeezed it lightly. He was sad for Nick but he was relieved at the same time that it wasn't Spencer. "I'm sure Spencer is taking care of him, he's like that."

Nick smiled a little. He looked at Derek hopefully. "I just hope we find them soon. Knowing that Greg is out there and hurt…I don't know how much more I can take."

Derek nodded and hugged Nick briefly. "We'll ring them back, I promise."

Spencer sat back on the mattress and sighed. There was nothing to do in the locked room. There wasn't even anything light enough for him to throw at the window that might draw attention to the place. They were absolutely trapped. He looked over at Greg, who was just stretched out on his good side and staring at the wall. "Are you ok, Greg?"

Greg nodded slowly. "I miss Nick," he said quietly.

Spencer nodded. "I know. I miss Derek." He looked down. "It's like I don't even care that he said those things to me and hurt me. I just want to see him again." He frowned and fought back tears. He didn't want to scare Greg by crying. He was startled when the door flew open and Findler walked in.

"Well well, looks a little more homey than earlier," Findler sneered, staring at the two men on the mattress. "So, which one of you should I have some fun with first?" His eyes landed on Greg.

Greg sat up and looked at him in terror. "N-No…please." He inched back as Findler rapidly approached him.

Spencer reacted quickly when Findler reached down for Greg. He launched himself at the man, knocking him to the ground with a large thump. "Don't touch him!"

Findler was furious, and immediately shoved Spencer off of him. "How DARE you!" He roughly kicked Spencer in the chest, knocking him backwards. He then grabbed him by the shirt collar and pulled him up. "I have plans for you." He dragged Spencer towards the door.

"No…no, stop!" Spence cried out, gasping for air. He looked back to Greg, a look of terror on the other man's face. He cried out more when Findler shut the door and dragged him into another room.

"This should teach you a lesson," Findler said, roughly tossing Spencer onto a dingy old bed. "You'll get to see first hand what I did to all those other losers."

Spencer cried out again when Findler suddenly crawled on top of him and pushed him down. "Don't do this, please!" He couldn't hold back the tears any longer as Findler undid his shirt and pushed it back.

Findler grinned wickedly as he went for Spencer's pants. "A little something for you to remember me by when I kill you later."

Spencer choked and turned his head away. He was too weak to fight off the other man. He cried to himself as Alex began to have his way with him.

TBC

Ok, if you didn't guess it, the mini twist was Martin helping out our boys. The big twist is Findler is jumping Spencer. Reviews make the next chapter come faster!