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Donovan watched the emotions cross over Spencer's face, one after the other. He smirked and walked back to the bed, holding the gun at his side.

"You know, we have options."

Reid's dark eyes looked up at him and Donovan felt his arousal kick back up at the mere sight of how helpless the younger man looked.

"Options?" Reid asked quietly.

"Mhm." Donovan sat back down on the bed with a sigh, "Well, I could just shoot you, you know, leave you for Hotchner to find."

Reid grit his teeth as Donovan's hand once again began to explore his body, "You could also just let me go."

Donovan laughed loudly, "Man, I really like you. Once I'm ready, we'll go." He stood up and walked towards the bathroom, leaving Reid to his thoughts.

Reid felt his lip quiver as soon as Donovan left the room, ashamed that he came close to losing his composure in front of the man.

Aaron Hotchner knew that the second Garcia had gotten an address off of Wells' phone that there weren't many scenarios he was going to find Reid in and none of them were good.

"There's the community." Rossi pointed needlessly and Morgan was surprisingly quiet in the backseat, having only just finished contacting the local police and updating them. "…Morgan and I could take point, Aaron."

Hotch glanced at Rossi and considered his words for a moment. What if something had happened to Reid? Was he prepared to face it?

"I'm going to get Spencer, David."

Rossi nodded in understand but Morgan looked less than convinced, "Hotch, Rossi and I can-"

"I've already decided, Morgan but thank you for your concern."

Morgan sighed in defeat and allowed the subject drop if only for Reid's well-being. Hotch directed them with simple hand gestures and Rossi went to the back of the home they were approaching. Morgan lined himself up with the door and Hotch gave him a silent countdown and when he hit the one Morgan hit the door with such force it splintered from the frame.

"FBI!"

They flanked into the building and were met with the sounds of a radio station blasting but even with the noise they could still pick up the faint sounds of Rossi taking out a window to enter himself.

Morgan got Hotch's attention and motioned that he would take the upstairs and leave Hotch the ground floor to sweep with Rossi. Hotch nodded in agreement and took off to begin as Morgan padded up the carpeted stairs to the other bedrooms.

Morgan was careful to be quiet, knowing full well that the radio was probably just being used to mask whatever sounds Donovan was making…

Morgan grimaced at the thought and held his gun up evenly again, taking the first corner and clearing the first bedroom.

It was empty.

So was the next room and the next, each completely devoid of any sort of personal touch that would make this into a home.

The last room Morgan needed to check however had him calling for Hotch in mere seconds even though he had to wait for the older men to clear the bottom floor before arriving.

Rossi's face fell when he stepped around Morgan to peer into the room, "Morgan call a crime scene unit here now!" The older agent snapped, forcing Morgan to take action instead of staring desperately into the room. As Morgan left he bumped into Hotch and grabbed the unit leader's arm.

"Hotch, you should come with me to call the CSU…" Morgan began gently but Hotch's gaze remained stoic.

"I want to see the room."

The look in his eyes was enough to make Morgan pull out his phone and step away to call in the unit they needed and allow Rossi to take over the rest.

"Aaron, Reid's not in here."

"Then what are you keeping from me, Dave?"

Rossi sighed and motioned into the room, stepping out of the way as he did so. Hotch entered the room and felt something in his chest go cold. The room was as bare as the others except for the bed, the frame had one handcuff still attached to it and the other was badly scraped as if whoever had been cuffed had struggled.

But the handcuff wasn't what alarmed Hotch, it was the red spot, dried and dark now that made the room spin in front of him.

"Aaron?" Rossi spoke just as Morgan had, quietly and clearly attempting to provide some sort of comfort. "We can wait outside."

"I need a minute Dave." Hotch nearly ordered but the older man wisely backed out of the room without a complaint.

Hotch stared at the room before stepping deeper into it, into Spencer's own hell. He felt something tremble in his knee and cursed himself as he made his way around the bed.

"Damn." He clicked out and his eyes fell to the ground and that's when he spotted it.

A trail of blood, redder than the bed so clearly more fresh. He glanced around to see if he could find the beginning and saw that the trail began up by the handcuff.

He knelt down and followed it throughout the room and saw how easily someone could miss it with the big stain on the bed being so much more glaring. It led around the room and through the door that was across from the one Morgan had entered. Hotch pulled out his gun once more and reached for the handle and pulled it open and found himself staring at a staircase leading up to the attic.

He frowned, thinking it was going to lead to another dead end when he heard a whimper. He stiffened and glanced back to see if Rossi was still close by but he didn't see the other man near the door and figured he went down to assist Morgan.

He made his choice and began to walk slowly up the stairs.

Donovan was sitting on the floor of the attic with Reid in front of him like a shield. He held his arm across Reid's chest and his other was going over his shoulder to keep his arm up so that the gun he held remained trained on the door.

"They got here faster than I thought they would." Donovan whispered and Reid whimpered through the towel that was tied around his mouth.

"Shh…Spencer, soon, it'll all be over."

Donovan can see the future because the next chapter will be the last one hahahhahhaha