I know its short and I apologize but I felt this was a good place to stop. I hope you enjoy it anyway.

So as usual my thanks goes to: Herky Illiniwek, Dragon Claymore, Quiet Ryter, lovesreidforever, IanJa, Luv4RobPattz, reina13, Rayne McKenna, everything-is-eninalus

Chapter 21

The next morning Spencer woke up thinking he was alone. He started to cry thinking that Derek left without telling him. Derek was in the kitchen when he heard Spencer crying. Worried he rushed into the bedroom.

"Pretty boy, what's wrong?"

Spencer lifted his head, his cheeks streaked with tear stains, "Derek?"

Derek walked over and sat on the bed, "Yeah, baby, I'm here. Why are you crying?"

Spencer sat up and wiped his eyes, "I thought you left without telling me."

Derek chuckled and shook his head, "I'd never do that baby. Hotch gave me a couple days off."

"Oh."

Derek kissed his lover's forehead, "I made breakfast. When you're ready you can come and get it," he said just someone knocked on the door.

Spencer watched as Derek headed to the door. He sat up and wiped his face and chided himself for being so silly.

Derek headed to the door and opened it to see two FBI agents standing there. He let them in and frowned.

"Anderson? Cole? What are you two doing here?"

"Hotch sent us. He gave us instructions to be positioned outside your house in case anyone suspicious and neither you nor Reid knew tries anything."

Derek groaned. He pulled out his phone and speed dialed his boss, "Hotch."

"Morgan, I know you didn't want police out there in case they alerted Spencer but now that he knows, you need some form of law enforcement to watch out for him especially when you're not there."

"Hotch, it wasn't just because of Spencer it was because of Frank. We don't know what having these guys here will do."

"Morgan, I understand that, but Spencer, and you need some kind of protection."

Derek sighed, "Fine."

Derek hung up the phone and turned just as Spencer was walking into the living room. Spencer looked at the two men and then at Derek and frowned. Derek sighed and walked over to him and introduced him to the two guys.

"Spencer, I don't know if you remember Anderson and Cole."

Spencer shook his head, "I know Anderson, but I don't think I've ever met Cole."

"That's fine. They're here to watch the house."

"For Frank?"

Derek nodded, "Yes."

Spencer nodded. The two men left and Derek led Spencer to the kitchen for breakfast. Derek had made some eggs and waffles. He figured it would be simple enough for Spencer to stomach it. Spencer was very happy to notice that he was able to keep breakfast down. After breakfast while Derek cleaned, Spencer sat on the couch talking about baby plans.

"So I was thinking that if the baby's gonna be a boy we could paint the nursery like maybe blue or something like that maybe have a boy themed wallpaper. Or if it's a girl it could be pink, maybe. What do you think, Derek?"

Derek chuckled and dried his hands. He walked over to Spencer and kissed his forehead, "I think those ideas are great, baby."

Spencer looked up at him and placed a hand on his belly, "Really?" Derek nodded.

"Yeah, those are fine. We should probably start getting supplies and stuff so we can decorate the nursery however you want."

Spencer smiled and leaned over and kissed his boyfriend.

A couple of weeks later Spencer started to visibly relax. He was so sure that Frank wasn't gonna do anything if he hadn't done anything already. He realized that even if Frank was gonna try and do something he wouldn't get that far because there were FBI agents watching the house. He was getting ready for his and Derek's appointment with Kathi when he heard a noise coming from the kitchen. He thought it was Derek.

"Derek? You're home already?" He asked walking into the living room.

Clooney ran up to him and barked. Spencer frowned but ignored Clooney.

"Derek? Is that you?"

Years of training taught him to never go anywhere not even around his own house unarmed. He pulled out his gun as he walked slowly into the kitchen. He searched but didn't see anything. Suddenly he felt a sharp pain on the back of his head and all he saw was blackness as he was knocked out.

All day at the BAU Morgan was off his game. He was worried sick about Spencer. He knew that Anderson and Cole would protect him, but as the day got closer and closer to 5 Morgan got more and more worried. Garcia exited her office and found him staring at the phone.

"Honey bun, have you called him at all today?"

Morgan looked up and nodded, "I called him around twelve. That's the last time I talked to him."

Garcia gave Morgan's shoulder a gentle squeeze, "Why don't you call him? Let him know you're on your way?"

Morgan nodded and picked up the phone and dialed waiting for Spencer to pick up the phone.

"Spencer?"

"Not quite."

Morgan's breath hitched, "Frank."

Frank laughed, "Quite perceptive. Did you really think a couple of wannabe FBI agents would stop me from taking what's mine?"

"Where's Spencer?"

"Oh, he's here, but unfortunately he's a little preoccupied right now and can't come to the phone."

"You sonovabitch! Don't you hurt him!"

"Why not? I mean don't you get it Agent Morgan, Spencer BELONGS TO ME! HE'S MINE!"

Morgan gripped the phone in a death grip, "I swear I will find you, you sick sonovabitch and when I do I will kill you. I will tear you apart with my bare hands."

"I'd like to see you try. I'll make a deal with you Agent Morgan. I'll give you an hour to find us. If you find us within that hour I'll let Spencer go. No harm, no foul. But fail, and Spencer's mine. Just like he should've been years ago," Frank said and hung up the phone.

"Sonovabitch!" Morgan yelled slamming his fist down on the table making Garcia jump.

Prentiss and Rossi had just came back from the break room. Prentiss glanced at Garcia who was trying to remain calm. Morgan jumped up.

"Hotch!"

Hotch exited his office, "What is it Morgan?"

"Your dumbass FBI agents, that's what! Somehow Frank got past them."

Rossi looked at Garcia who nodded and whispered, "He has Spencer."

Spencer woke up and the first thing he noticed was that his head hurt. His head hurt, the light was bothering his eyes, and he couldn't move. Slowly he blinked a couple times and opened his eyes. He was tied to a bed but he didn't know where they were. It definitely wasn't home.

"Thought you'd be able to get away that easily? Did you Spencer?"

Spencer shut his eyes and whimpered. It was Frank. Frank walked over to him and gripped his hair. Hard.

"I asked you a fucking question! Did you really think you'd be able to get away from me that easily? ANSWER ME!"

Spencer kept his eyes shut and whimpered as he shook his head. Frank laughed and released Spencer.

"That's right because you belong to me. If you thought it was easy for your friends to find you last time, they won't find you this time, trust me."

"Morgan, are you sure?" Hotch asked.

"Fuck, Hotch, I just talked to him. He fucking took him. He told me that if I can find him within an hour he'll let Spencer go, but if not…"

Hotch nodded, "Well, let's get to work," he said and went to get JJ.

TBC...