"The DNA matches that of Tony Parkins." Garcia said solemnly.

"So you're telling me that this guy killed this couple and then kidnapped Luna and Spencer?" Morgan said in disbelief. The whole team was on edge with desperation hanging in the air.

"Could've been practice. He needed to know he could subdue two people before going after his real targets," Rossi stated. There were huge eye bags underneath their eyes from the lack of sleep. It had been 2 days since their colleagues had gone missing.

"So we know he did it. But how are we supposed to find that son of a bitch?" Emily asked angrily.

"Guys, somebody just dropped this off," JJ said as she walked in with a dvd in hand. She put it into the player and they all stared at the screen.

They weren't surprised to see Spencer chained up. He looked considerably well, although his face looked drained and thinner from lack of food. He had a black eye and his wrist was chained to a pipe. Then the video panned over and they all gasped. Luna sat in chains. Every wrist and ankle was bound and she had dried blood from cuts on her legs and arms. The camera zoomed in on her face, revealing a shallow cut on her cheek. She looked exhausted and was unmoving. The footage turned to static and Garcia began to panic.

"Look at what he's doing to them! Oh my god, we can't let this go on. We have to find them. They look like they haven't had a bite to eat and Luna!" She yelled. Hotch placed a hand on her shoulder in an attempt to calm her.

"Calm down. We need to figure out where he's keeping them. From the footage it seems to be some sort of basement. I need you to find out if he owns any property out here. Either him or his parents or even siblings. For now we just have to trust that they can hold their own until we get to them."

"No you don't understand!" Penelope exclaimed at his last statement. Hotch furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.

"Luna is pregnant," Emily explained. The men all stayed quiet at the news. Any other day that would have been a happy announcement but today the circumstances were different. Morgan stood up angrily.

"I'm going to kill this son of a bitch."

Spencer kicked his leg out towards the bucket that held the tools, and finally managed to kick it over after trying for more times than he could count. Everything fell out and for once he was grateful for his awkward tallness. He managed to kick the small handsaw over to him and immediately grabbed it with his empty hand.

Parkins only bothered to see them once a day and he'd already done so in the morning. It'd been 3 days now and Spencer was becoming desperate as he watched Luna's health wither away.

Spencer watched her from across the room. Her breathing was heavy as she leaned against the wall, her chest rising and falling slowly. The blood on her wounds had clotted and he found himself wishing she'd worn his flannel pants to sleep instead of the silk shorts she was in. He worried about her wounds becoming infected.

"I can feel you staring," she said softly without opening her eyes. Her hair was matted with sweat as the days had grown hotter.

"You always could," he replied with a small smile. He picked up the saw and began to saw through the chain. He sat for hours trying to break it, but had only managed to saw through about half of the link.

"Chloe," Luna said as she broke their silence.

"What?" Spencer asked confused. He worried that Luna had finally broken.

"That's what we'll name the baby if it's a girl," she said softly as her eyes looked at nothing. Spencer could tell she had detached herself from their situation in order to live through it.

"What if it's a boy?" He asked as he continued to saw through the chain.

"You can pick," she replied as she finally looked at him. He stopped as her brown eyes gazed into his and he felt an overwhelming feeling to protect her. She was his fiancé and he would make sure that they'd make it out of there alive.

"Austin. I like Austin," he said with a small smile. She grinned at the name.

"I like that."

Spencer spent the next two hours obsessively trying to break the chain. His forehead was soaked in sweat when he finally broke the link and his wrist was free. He immediately ran over to Luna's fragile form.

"Luna, Luna," he said as he shook her. She didn't move. He frantically checked for a pulse and let out a sigh when he felt it. It was weak but it was there.

He ran to the pile of tools that were scattered on the floor and finally found a piece of wire that could be used to pick a lock. Without hesitation he ran back to Luna and undid her chains.

He stopped when he heard footsteps approaching. He grabbed the chain in both hands and stood near the door. He attempted to steady his breathing as he readied himself.

The door swung open and Spencer lunged, quickly wrapping the chain around his neck. There was an immediate reaction from the man as he fought back. Spencer tried his best to hold on as the man flailed around. He lost his grip and the man fell to the floor gasping for air.

"You fucking bitch," he said angrily as he lunged for Spencer. Spencer quickly moved away and grabbed a pickaxe to defend himself with. The man tackled him down, the axe tumbling away. He wrapped his arms around Spencer's throat. Spencer did all he could to fight back but he was weak and he could feel himself starting to lose consciousness.

He hated this. He was staring into the face of this monster and this was going to be the last thing he saw before he died. He shifted his head in order to look at Luna. He wanted her to be the last thing he saw but she wasn't there anymore.

The force on his throat loosened and he choked as he gasped for air. The body of Tony Parkins fell off of him, a pickaxe stuck in the back of his head. Blood began to puddle around his dead body. Spencer coughed as his lungs filled with air once again and he saw Luna's frail body standing in front of him. He reached for her as she collapsed into his arms.

"Luna," he said as he slightly slapped her face. There was no reaction from her. "Luna please," he begged. He stood with all of the strength he could muster and carried her out of the house. They were isolated with no other houses in sight. There was a pickup truck outside and he quickly placed her into the passenger side before searching for the keys. He ran back into the house and quickly surveyed around but couldn't locate a phone. He cursed as he grabbed the keys off of the counter and ran back to the car. He raced out of the driveway with no regard to any of the driving laws.

"They're gone. Parkins is dead," Prentiss announced as she and Morgan emerged from the basement. They had gotten there too late.

"Guys, they're at the hospital. I'm already on my way there," Garcia said frantically as she called to let her teammates know.

They all walked into the hospital and were immediately filled in on the situation. Spencer was in a room hooked up to an IV. He was suffering from malnutrition and dehydration but he would be okay.

Luna was in another room. She was also hooked up to an IV for the same reasons. She had to be treated with antibiotics as her wounds had become infected and she was once again full of stitches. The doctor said that although she'd take longer to recover, she'd be fine.

Except her baby hadn't been that lucky.

"Kid," Morgan said as he walked into Spencer's room. Spencer refused to look at him and didn't say a word. "Kid, I'm sorry," he said softly.

"Where were you?" Spencer said in a harsh tone as he finally made eye contact.

"We were doing the best we could, we just didn't get there in time" Morgan replied in frustration.

"Luna is in the hospital again. My child died. You didn't do the best you could." He said roughly as tears filled his eyes. "Go. I don't want you here."

aw poor spence! He's understandably upset. I apologize for the wait! Don't forget to REVIEW/FOLLOW/FAVORITE!