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No Such Thing.
Spencer swallowed the fear he felt as Hubbell spun to point at him. He heard JJ stifle a gasp, and glanced over to see Emily begin to cry.
"Spencer...I just had so much fun with you. I...I'm fascinated by you when you're in pain. And this was, after all, partially your idea." Hubbell said confidently, and Reid sighed, trying to remain calm.
He knew this was the right thing to do. It would save the others. He couldn't stand to see any of them hurt anymore, especially Emily. It nearly killed him when he heard her screams. So... he had to do this, and stay brave throughout.
"Fine. Fine. Everyone...go. Get out of here." Reid said softly, looking at the ground. Out of his peripheral vision he saw JJ shake her head.
"No. No way. We are not leaving you here Reid." Morgan said angrily, but Reid shook his head fiercely.
"Yes you are. You're all hurt, and you all need help. Whether you want to leave or not, you're going. Find a way out. I know you can. Don't bother with the cars, I'm sure you wrecked them?" He asked Hubbell, who nodded maliciously.
"No, Reid I can't go and know you're here being hurt. I can't do that!" Penelope argued through tears, and shaky breaths.
Reid stood up warily, looking at Mark for permission. He nodded slightly and Spencer walked to where Garcia was, pulling her up with his good arm. She was still shaking her head. He put his good hand on her shoulder.
"Yes you can. And you will. Be strong for Morgan. Get his ass out of here, and don't let him do anything stupid. You and I both know he'll try to come back. Don't let him Penelope. Okay?" He asked, tears starting to brim his eyes.
Garcia shook her head. "No, no Spencer,"
"Do it for me. Okay? I'm staying here, and all I want you to do, is get Derek out of here." He said again, looking over at Morgan with a stern look. The other man shook his head, but his eyes said he was thinking differently.
"Reid, I am not allowing you to stay here and get hurt!" Hotch said firmly, and stumbled upwards, a hand firmly on the stab wound on his stomach.
"Guys! What don't you get about this? It's not an option! He's not letting me go okay? You need out of here. You all need medical help. And Hotch, as the leader, you have to help them! Nobody is dying because of me. You all need to leave." He said and put a hand to his now pounding head.
"Spence..." Was all JJ could manage before a sob escaped her throat.
He wrapped her in a hug, and held her as tightly as he could. He decided to use this memory while Hubbell did as he wanted, and hold onto the feeling to survive. He loved JJ more than anything; she was his best friend. If a memory of anyone was going to get him through this, it would be one with her in it.
"It'll be fine. I'll be fine." Reid whispered softly, and felt JJ tremble.
"Oh no you won't Spencer." Hubbell taunted and Reid sighed, extremely annoyed.
"Yes, I will. Now go." Reid assured her and backed away unwillingly. He didn't want to let go, but they needed to get out of there. They needed to be safe.
He watched as the girls took a few staggered, dreadful steps backwards towards Hotch, Rossi and Morgan who were now all standing warily. He noticed Emily hadn't moved, and he turned to see her looking at him silently, tears rolling down her pink cheeks. He quickly enveloped her in a tight hug, feeling her hold him tighter than he'd ever been held before.
"Please. Just let me take your place." She whispered in his ear, and he ran a hand over her back.
"No way in hell Em. Just make sure they get out safe. Make them listen to you." He told Emily, and still not unlatching from her, he swallowed down the lump in his throat.
As soon as I get them help I'm coming back for you. You know that right?" She asked and he smiled sadly.
"Of course I do." He said softly, knowing he couldn't argue with her. Instead, he lightly kissed her hair, unable to think why.
"Don't die on me Spencer." She said as she let go of him. He looked into her deep brown eyes and couldn't tell if she was being completely serious, or was attempting to be light and...well...Emily Prentiss.
"Never."
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"Why the hell did we agree to this?" Rossi asked as soon as Hubbell shut the door behind them. Hotch spun to look at him, trying to keep composure.
"Because you all need medical attention. As soon as we get help, I'm coming straight back for him." Aaron assured them and immediately cringed as he thought of the state Reid might be in by then.
He didn't want to leave Spencer behind. In fact, he wanted nothing more than to go back in there and forcibly rip Hubbell's throat out. But the rest of the team, maybe including himself, needed help right away. And as harsh as it was to admit it, he wasn't going to sacrifice all their lives just to run back in and get Reid. He would hold on longer than probably any of them could, just because that's who he was.
"So am I." Emily immediately added, and before he could argue, Morgan impatiently raised his voice.
"Shut up. We all need to hurry and get back for Reid. Let's just get us all the hell out of here."
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"So, Spencer, what shall we do while your team abandons you and attempts to get away?" Mark taunted, and watched as Reid spun to look at him, irritation clear on his face.
"Correction; gets away." Spencer said firmly, causing anger to stir deep in Hubbell's gut. The attitude in this one... but then again, that' why he picked him.
"I'd watch what you say if I was you. I'm the one with the knife here, and you're the one with the stab wound and no chance of escape." Hubbell replied, and walked slowly closer to Spencer.
He watched as Reid fidgeted slightly under his stare, but didn't back away. Had he gotten more confident? More accepting of his fate? It was an interesting concept to ponder, but Hubbell had no time for that. He was already craving more torture. Deep down he knew that it would soon be something he couldn't go without for hours, but for now, he would use Spencer for as long as he could.
"That's correct." Spencer said lightly, almost carefree. What was going on? He was supposed to be frightened...
Hubbell stepped closer, and suddenly shoved Reid forcefully, watching as he fell backwards and cried out in utter pain. A smile began to appear on Mark's lips as he knelt down beside the fallen genius.
"How about we get started, hmm?" He asked with a grin, and moved to sit on Spencer's stomach, effectively straddling him. The genius didn't even flinch.
He put the knife to his throat, and began trailing it downwards, occasionally nicking his fare skin, just deep enough to bring blood to the surface. He was pulled from his trance by a sigh escaping Reid's firm lips, and looked up to see no fear, pain or worry in his eyes.
In fact, there was something more like confidence in them. Confidence and maybe a tad bit of arrogance?
"What?" Hubbell asked, looking into his eyes, trying to seem as powerful as possible.
"Nothing." Reid said, almost as if to make a fool out of him. That was not acceptable.
He shoved to knife downwards suddenly on Spencer's other shoulder, on a painful, sharp angle. He was fairly sure it went deep into the muscle, and he knew that was painful. Reid gasped in pain, clenching his teeth together, but still showed no fear.
Hubbell pulled the knife out and sliced open his arm deeply, tearing through his white shirt. This earned another pained cry, but nothing appeared in his eyes. Hubbell was sure confusion was showing on his face. Obviously Spencer Reid saw it too.
"Stab me all you want Mark. You aren't going to get what you want." He said rather calmly, and Hubbell paused to simply stare at him, brows furrowing.
"We both know you like seeing people in pain. But you also love the fear. It's crucial. Except you won't be seeing anything like that in me. Not tonight." Spencer assured him, and for a second, anger flashed in his chest making it seize.
"And why the fuck is that?" He spat out angrily, watching as Reid, pinned to the floor with a knife ready to stab him, chuckled. Reid chuckled.
"Because, I have nothing to be upset or fearful about. You just let my family, the only people I care about, go free. And even though you seem to be convinced otherwise, they are going to get out of here. I only worry about them, not me. Hell, Morgan even teases me about being too selfless." Spencer said, and Mark, out of instinct, stabbed him in the arm out of anger. Reid gasped, but didn't cry out.
"When you took me before, I wasn't scared for myself, I was scared for my team. For my family. But you just let my entire reason for fear walk out those damn doors. And they'll come back, yes. But with police, SWAT, dogs, you name it. And they'll be just fine." Spencer further said, provoking Hubbell to swear under his breath, and push the knife in deeper, earning a cringe.
"Truth is Mark, you picked the wrong person to keep with you. You will see no fear in me. You could be ready to kill me, and I don't give a flying fuck, quite honestly." Spencer said, surprising Hubbell again. He didn't seem like the person who swore often. "Because my family is safe."
Suddenly, realizing his huge mistake, Mark felt rage and fury overcome him like a hurricane, and flood his every muscle. He picked up the knife and plunged it into Reid's stomach, causing blood to spurt out quickly. Spencer cried out viciously, unable to hold in the agony any longer.
Hubbell relished the pain, but still couldn't find any small amount of fear within those caramel coloured eyes. This angered him further.
"Who says I haven't set up things to stop them from leaving?" Hubbell said, which wasn't completely a lie, but was definitely an exaggeration.
"It won't even slow them down." Reid said, seeming very confident in that statement.
"Oh? Well if that doesn't slow them down, I think one thing will." Hubbell said, and ripped the knife out of Spencer's chest, laughing inwardly.
In a sudden movement he shoved it down, hitting Reid's ribs excruciatingly. Spencer instantly screamed out in agony, the pain overwhelming him. It was obvious he regretted calling out, but was unable to stop it from happening.
"Your screams." Hubbell finished saying with a smirk, and with a twist of his wrist, turned the knife's blade in between Reid's ribs, tearing open his intercostal muscle.
Reid obviously didn't want to, but he couldn't help it as he screamed out in pain, his blood soaking through his shirt to form a circle of crimson.
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