Okay, okay, so this isn't the happiest of chapters...but oh well! I almost cried while writing it 'cause I ALMOST wrote a completely different ending (no this chapter isn't the end, but if I had wrote the other thing, it would have been) :0 Good thing I didn't! ;) So, here you guys go, my fabulous readers! I love you all xD
I do not own CM or the characters :)
Spencer Reid shivered as he laid his head against the concrete wall. Lowell had taken the young agents clothes, leaving him after he had raped him again. Reid felt weaker and weaker with each passing hour, and he didn't even put up a fight. It didn't matter to him, he wished for his team to find him, but how could they? The genius had even stopped crying, the tears just wouldn't fall anymore. He thought about what was going to happen to him if he stayed here. He would most likely die, or worse, stay alive for Lowell's sick pleasures.
He thought about all the fun and happy memories that he had with the team. All the jokes with the girls, arguing over words with Hotch, chatting with Rossi, and hanging out with Morgan. He felt a tug on his heart when Reid thought of Morgan.
"Spencer, how are you feeling? Are you hungry?" Lowell's voice echoed in the cold room.
Reid hadn't even noticed the killer's presence. He stayed quiet, refusing to make eye contact with Lowell.
"You need to tell me if you need anything, Spencer."
"I don't need anything." He replied.
"It's been over thirty six hours; you must be hungry or thirsty."
"I'm fine."
Lowell glared, wanting a truthful answer. He sighed, walking over to a table on the opposite side of the room. Reid couldn't see what he was doing, but from what he heard, it gave him chills. The killer turned back towards the young man, syringe in his hand. Spencer felt sick seeing the needle gleam in the light.
"Spencer, lying is bad." Lowell hissed.
He stood over Reid, grabbing his bare arm and smiling. Lowell put the needle in, ignoring the pleading eyes from his victim.
"I'll be back later. Next time, do not lie to me." The killer stated, leaving the room.
Reid felt light headed and his eyes began to close. His body was going limp and he couldn't do anything about it.
/
Hotch drove the black SUV, sirens blasting and lights flashing. JJ sat in the passenger seat, staring out the window. They could hear the patrol cars behind them, following the agents towards their destination.
"We're almost there, JJ." Hotch muttered.
The liaison nodded and continued to stare out the window. She sucked in her breath when the house was in view. The car screeched to a stop, allowing the agents to hurry out. The patrol cars followed, allowing the cops to get out of their cars, guns at the ready. Patricia climbed out of one of the cars, Kelvin vest on. She followed Hotch and JJ as they walked up to the door.
"Kenney Lowell, this is the FBI, open the door."
/
Lowell jumped at the sound of banging fists on the door. He glanced over and saw patrol cars outside of his house.
"How the Hell….?" His voice trailed off.
He glanced at the basement door, which led to where he was keeping Spencer. Lowell narrowed his eyes, thinking of a way to escape. The killer grabbed the stereo remote and turned the music on, full blast. He grabbed the spare pocket knife on the table, before heading downstairs, towards Spencer.
/
Hotch beat on the door once more before he could hear music blasting through the house. He looked at JJ and nodded, kicking the door open. The music blared louder as the agents and officers got inside. Patricia covered her ears, following nervously.
JJ looked around the house, gun aimed and ready to shoot if necessary. She almost jumped when the music turned off. She glanced back and saw that Patricia turned it off, and gave her a grateful nod.
"JJ." Hotch whispered, pointing towards what looked like a basement door.
The blonde followed her boss as he opened the door and cautiously walked down the stairs. The group could hear the rattling of chains against concrete. Hotch reached the bottom, glaring at the sight he saw. JJ aimed her gun, wanting to shoot the man who was holding Reid.
Lowell was sitting on the floor, holding an unconscious Reid. From what JJ could see, Reid was wrapped in a blanket, but she could tell that underneath, he was most likely naked. The killer didn't even seem to notice as he stroked the young agent's face.
"Lowell, release the agent and put your hands behind your head." Hotch growled.
"Ah, Agents Hotchner and Jennifer Jareau, I was surprised you found me. Here I thought I would live out the rest of my life, with my dear, little Spencer, while you all suffered because I took him. I guess I underestimated your abilities. But it doesn't matter to me. You're still going to pay and that will be with Spencer's life. See, underneath this cloth, he has newly inflicted stab wounds, given by yours truly. I highly doubt he's going to last much longer." Lowell sighed.
JJ and Hotch looked closer at the blanket and saw that Lowell was indeed telling the truth. The agents could see splotches of blood seeping through as Reid's face grew whiter.
"Lowell, I will not ask you again." Hotch cocked his gun, ready to shoot.
"K-Kenney?"
Lowell looked up, confusion mixed in his eyes as Patricia stepped out from behind the agents. His breathing quickened, changing his focus from the injured agent to the girl in front of him.
"Kenney, please…let the poor man go….this isn't right." The girl stuttered.
"Why are you here?" Lowell whispered.
"Kenney, you can come with me…we'll live as a family again….just leave them be…"
"But they destroyed our home! They deserve to suffer, Patty."
"No, they saved us…Jesse and Cyrus destroyed our home…please, let him go…"
"Can we live together again? As a real family?"
"Anything you want...anything, my dear brother."
Patricia held out her hand, forcing a small smile. Lowell was hesitant for a second, reaching out with his own hand. He slowly moved Spencer off of him and took hold of the younger girl's hand. JJ held her gun, but walked over to where he friend was laying.
"Patty, how did you find me?" Lowell asked, eyeing the cops that were slowly closing in on him.
"I…I heard what was…going on and…um…"
"You helped them, didn't you? You are no sister of mine!"
Lowell pulled out the pocket knife, swinging it towards the unarmed girl. She screamed as gunshots rang out through the room. Lowell fell to the ground, multiple shots to his back. Patricia covered her eyes and began to sob. Hotch lowered his gun, not feeling any shame for shooting the man.
"Spencer? Open your eyes…please…" JJ whispered.
"Call paramedics!" Hotch demanded from the surrounding officers.
He kneeled down beside JJ and felt his heart stop. He realized that his youngest agent wasn't breathing.
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Morgan watched the clock move slowly, waiting for his friends to return back. Rossi and Prentiss refused to sit down, even though they were both on crutches. Garcia stayed seated by Morgan, holding his hand for comfort.
"Where are they?" Derek mumbled.
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Hotch held his breath as the paramedics in the ambulance worked on Reid. He couldn't make out what they were saying, but from what was happening, it wasn't good. Hotch felt sick seeing all the blood on the young man.
"C'mon Reid…" Hotch whispered to himself.
The older man could feel the ambulance come to a stop and saw the doors open. He could only watch as they rushed Spencer inside, trying to save his life.
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JJ walked into the hospital, heading towards the room holding her friends. She had held back her tears, but she didn't know how much longer that would last. The blonde opened the door, all eyes on her.
"JJ!" Emily exclaimed.
The liaison let her tears fall, showing her emotions to her team. Garcia hopped up, giving her friend a hug. Morgan knew something was wrong, and by looking at Rossi and Emily, they could tell too.
"JJ, where's Reid?" Morgan asked.
Garcia let go of JJ, needing to hear the answer.
"Surgery, but…the doctors said its best not to be hopeful…" she sobbed.
Derek couldn't breathe. Rossi and Prentiss slowly sat down as Garcia let a tear roll down her check. A world without Spencer Reid? None of the agents could imagine it. Hotch walked into the room, taking a seat in corner. He didn't look at anyone as he let his head fall into his hands.
"Lowell was right, taking away Reid would be the downfall of us all…" Hotch muttered.
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