A/N: Sorry it took forever for an update, so I hope this is pretty good and not so straightforward! Haha! Some may kind of sort of get their wish? I don't know!
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"Clears" ran throughout the house as the team quickly searched throughout the home for any signs of Reid, Morgan, and Mark.
"Rossi, you and JJ check out the basement, Prentiss and I will go to the second floor," Hotch said quickly. With a brief nod they went their separate ways.
JJ and Rossi quickly approached the basement door and halted. It was broken.
"What the—" Rossi said quietly as he used his foot to push the door open. Turning on his flashlight, they slowly made their way down the stairs. There was another door.
"Does that lead to a room?" JJ asked and Rossi nodded.
"The basement has been redone," Rossi said as he opened the second door. Quickly turning on the lights, they were greeted with just concrete walls and a concrete floor.
"Search for anything," Rossi said looking around carefully. He wasn't sure what he was looking for, but at this point, anything would be necessary. He glanced around. The room was decently sized, but not the cleanest. 'Why would anyone have their basement re-done, but not use it?' Rossi questioned in thought. He looked over to where JJ was and saw her studying something on the ground.
"What did you find?" Rossi questioned.
"I'm not too sure. I think it's blood, but it's possible that the floor is just that dirty," JJ said still staring at the droplets. Rossi pulled out a zip lock back and a Q-tip. He swapped the small stain and threw it in the zip-lock bag for further testing.
"We'll find out soon," Rossi stated. JJ nodded slowly and stood up.
"There's something off about this room," JJ mumbled.
"You are correct about that," Rossi agreed as they walked out. Rossi looked over and saw that there was a mini-hallway.
"Hold on JJ," Rossi said walking into the slight hallway. He saw another small room and entered. Much to his own surprise, there was a simple chair and what appeared to be a TV. It was monitoring that room.
"This has to be where they held Reid," JJ said quickly.
"Check for a tape, anywhere," Rossi said going back into the other room in search of the camera. JJ searched through everything, not finding a thing. She huffed in annoyance. Of course the evidence wouldn't be in plain sight. Dan was quite organized, why would he keep it where the camera was? He either took it with him, or placed it somewhere else in the house. JJ walked out of the room and back into the hallway where Rossi was just returning.
"Nothing," She said as they headed back up the stairs to the first floor.
"We may have to check the rest of the house," Rossi stated.
"Let's hope that tape is here," JJ agreed as they got to the first floor. Hotch and Prentiss were walking down the stairs quickly.
"Did you guys find something?" Prentiss questioned with a frown.
"Possibly blood, which Rossi has swabbed and a surveillance room without the tape," JJ answered. "You guy?"
"I believe we have a lock of Reid's hair," Hotch frowned.
"A lock of Reid's hair?" Rossi questioned.
"Yes, it was sitting underneath a razor, discretely tucked behind a loose piece of wood on the cabinet. Almost as if Reid decided to leave us a clue. Let us know he was here," Hotch said with a frown.
"So why was he locked down-stairs, but was able to leave a clue upstairs?" JJ asked.
"Maybe he was able to get someone on his side. It was in the bathroom, so maybe he convinced them to let him take a shower or something," Rossi answered.
"Right. Let's search for this tape and then get to the second house. Reid has to be close," Hotch said as they split up again to search the house.
…
She had to come up with something—anything that could get her brother out of this mess. Sure the only way is to kill everyone who truly knows, but wouldn't that seem suspicious. If Dan supposedly kills Spencer ad then Morgan, why would he let Mark live? How would that play out? Unless she could make up some type of swap. Like a negotiation. Then she could get Mark out of this trouble. He can just be a simple victim who survived. She needed to call them. Get a phone, but she was technically under protection. She laughed at the thought. She could just kill them all and leave, but that would be suspicious.
She took a deep breath and decided that she would have to take a chance. She pulled out her cell phone and dialed Dan. Hopefully, she can find an excuse for calling him.
"Haven't heard from you in a while. In fact, word on the street is that you went to the feds," Dan said in a calm manner. It scared her slightly.
"You had to be an idiot and fake kidnap my brother. I had to act like he was missing. What was I supposed to do, look like an accessory? In fact, if I remember, Derek Morgan was supposed to be dead and Spencer was supposed to die at the end of the week. One week. That's what you all said. This would be over in one week," She snapped.
"Well Sweetheart, it's only been about three days," Dan chuckled.
"Almost four! Derek needs to be dead. He's going to get us all in jail! He knows what we did to Spencer! He needs to go," She argued.
"Alright, Alright! He'll be gone by tomorrow, I promise. After all, I saw that those feds infiltrated my house a few minutes ago. They're bound to find Spencer's blood in the basement," Dan said quietly.
"You could've told me to tamper with it," Elizabeth mumbled.
"It doesn't matter. I'm going to Prison regardless. So, might as well go out with a bang," Dan chuckled darkly.
"Well, don't let Mark get what he wants. I know he'll do anything to keep Spencer alive. Hell, I'll kill the kid myself if it keeps me out of prison," Elizabeth frown.
"No worries. He'll die in less than four days," Dan promised.
"Good. Now I have to go before it becomes obvious that I'm on the phone," She said.
"Alright. Bye," He said and hung up. She smiled. Dan always kept to his word. She had a feeling that everything else would work out for the better. All she had to do was play the lost and confused girl who was dating Dr. Spencer Reid, before he disappeared.
….
He slowly opened his eyes, shocked that he was even asleep.
He felt the strong arms that were wrapped around his midsection and he froze. Who was holding him? Why were they holding him?
Instinct took over rational thoughts as he immediately slammed backwards into his captor, definitely knocking the wind out of whoever it was, but it wasn't enough.
His captor was fighting back! Trying to hold him down! The man was calling his name and was breathing rather roughly, was it...?
He felt at least 135 pounds of force try to hold him down rather weakly, and Morgan was close to going in for the kill, but his captor started to look more like Reid. He froze as the realization dawned on him.
"I can't fight you. Calm down," Reid whispered. Morgan only nodded, still in shock. Reid slowly got off of him when he was sure that Morgan wouldn't try to kill him, wincing in the process.
Morgan slowly sat up and watched Spencer carefully.
"You're bleeding," Morgan pointed out taking in the lack of clothes Reid was in.
"Not as bad as you were," Reid said closing his eyes willing the pain in his chest to go away. His shoulder felt like it was being ripped off slowly, but he could deal with it. Morgan looked down at his shoulder. So that's where Reid's shirt went. Morgan scooted closer to Reid.
"You're hurt," Morgan said.
"We've already established that a while ago," Reid said wondering what time it was.
"What can I do to make it easier?" Morgan asked desperately.
"Just let me help you," Reid said carefully. It was all he could ask for at the moment. He couldn't help himself, and if he could have, he still wouldn't. In his eyes, Morgan came first.
Morgan allowed the silence to grow between them, which was a first. Usually if the opportunity arose, Reid would never stop talking, but this time Reid was deathly silent. Morgan felt the shame slowly work itself into him. Reid was probably quiet because Morgan allowed himself to get hurt. In Morgan's eyes, he lost that control he always had. Now he wasn't even sure if he would win any challenge Mark threw at him.
He felt Reid's arm pull him into a slight side hug, much to his own surprise. Reid wasn't one for human contact no matter the issue.
"Thank you for defending me," Reid said quietly. He refused to let Morgan think that Mark had won. Mark simply had an advantage and took it.
"I didn't do such a great job considering what he did afterwards," Morgan mumbled leaning into Reid's cool skin. Reid fell silent. What could he say to that? He didn't exactly want to discuss that issue at all.
"It would have happened regardless," Reid said slowly. "If you had hurt him then he would've just taken his anger out on me." Reid took a deep breath and felt like his chest was going to explode.
"I should've done better," Morgan mumbled full of guilt.
"I should've never asked for it," Reid shrugged. Morgan looked at him in shock.
"You didn't ask for it. He forced himself on you!" Morgan half-shouted.
"He forced you to fight with him, knowing he would win. He forced himself on you, yet, you blame yourself," Reid noted.
"But-"
"No," Reid shook his head. "He only won because he had a Taser. I saw that. I saw you fight for me even when I didn't want to fight for myself. You may have not won physically, but you helped me feel just a bit stronger," Reid smiled.
"How?" Morgan asked not believing him.
"I wouldn't have resisted at this point. Before you noticed, I just simply decided upon letting it happen," Reid sighed. He was ashamed for giving up so quickly. Morgan leaned back into Spencer.
"You gave up," Morgan said slowly.
"For a while, yes. You made me keep trying," Reid admitted shyly. He hated being sentimental. It made him feel weird... Awkward.
"So, you're not mad at me for failing?" Morgan asked quietly.
"Never," Reid said. It was a simple answer and it was meant for the past, present, and future.
"Thank you," Morgan said feeling a bit better. He still wanted to show that he was stronger. Then he remembered the look Reid gave him when Mark got on top of him. Why was he apologizing? Why was he begging for forgiveness? Would now be a good time to ask?
"Spencer," Morgan started out slowly, catching Reid's attention.
"What was going on when Mark got on top of you? Why did you give me that look?" Morgan asked. He had to know. Reid may have helped him, but he still wanted to return the favor. Morgan felt Reid tense.
"I don't want to talk about it," Reid answered.
Morgan sighed. He didn't want to force Reid to tell him, but it would be greatly appreciated. He wanted to help Reid.
He wished he could move his arms.
"There has to be a wire somewhere," Spencer noted.
Morgan raised an eyebrow. Reid knew his train of thought a little too well.
"Don't worry about me. You're still bleeding," Morgan noted.
"I'm not going to die," Reid said monotonously.
"Still Spencer," Morgan argued.
"Please," Reid begged softly. Morgan stayed quiet. He didn't like the sound of Reid begging.
"Alright," Morgan said giving in.
"I need to get you out of those cuffs," Reid mumbled.
"And then what?" Morgan asked and Spencer blinked in slight confusion. Was the answer to that not too obvious? Was he being vague? Morgan should know what they would do next. Anyone would at this point?
"Look at me," Reid demanded causing Morgan to frown.
"What?" Morgan asked in confusion.
"Look at me," Reid repeated speaking slower.
Morgan slowly leaned away from Spencer and looked at him.
Reid quickly clasped Morgan's face and studied him carefully. Staring straight into his eyes.
"Shit," Reid mumbled. Causing Morgan's frown to deepen.
"What's wrong?" Morgan asked.
"Concussion," Reid mumbled releasing Morgan's face. "I should have noticed it earlier. It makes sense. I can't let them hurt you," Reid whispered.
"I can handle a concussion, besides, I feel fine Reid," Morgan argued obviously irritated.
"No. It doesn't look good," Reid whispered.
"What happened to your wrists," Morgan noticed.
"Let's focus on you," Reid Sao quickly.
"Tell me," Morgan demanded.
"You're going to die if they hit your head one more time. Morgan, stop worrying about me and focus on yourself," Reid snapped.
Morgan didn't say another word and Reid almost felt guilty. Almost. Morgan's health was more important than his feelings. Reid was angry for not noticing it earlier. It was so obvious. Morgan's lack of focus and balance, him going unconscious at a time adrenalin should be running, and now the confusion.
Reid sighed. How can he get Morgan out of there? Morgan needs to see a doctor soon. Last thing Reid needs is Morgan to actually die. He would go insane!
Reid looked around and saw a particularly big rock. Maybe he could break the cuffs. It was worth a try. Reid slowly stood up, it was easier this time, and made his way towards the rock. He quickly picked it up and walked back to Morgan.
"What are you doing," Morgan mumbled. Reid rose an eyebrow. Was Morgan still mad at him? That's when it hit him. Morgan said those exact same words to him once, maybe a bit harsher, but it had the same meaning. Reid remembered how it felt.
"Look, I'm sorry. I just need you to be okay," Reid said sitting directly behind Morgan.
"What are you doing?" Morgan repeated. Reid rolled his eyes. So Morgan was going to be stubborn about this. Reid nodded to himself. Oh well.
"Don't move," Reid demanded as he carefully placed the rock in between the cuffs. He could possibly split them in half, depending on how cheap they were.
"What?" Morgan questioned, but he already heard the rock coming down onto the cuffs. It was sort of loud to him and he wished Reid would stop.
"I think it's almost there," he heard Reid say to himself. Why was Reid hitting his restraints? It's not going to do anything.
Then he heard the small clink. Then a thud. He heard Reid chuckle and hug him from behind. 'Reid is going crazy!' Morgan thought to himself. Then he realized it. He could move his arms!
"You did it," Morgan said in surprise.
Reid let go of him and moved back to his original spot next to him. This time Reid was quiet and Morgan felt guilty.
"Sorry Spencer," Morgan apologized and Reid nodded.
"It's fine. I just wanted to see if you were still acting up," Reid admitted. Morgan chuckled.
"We have to get out of here," Reid said as Morgan decided to make Reid's lap his pillow.
"Oh right. I forgot about that part," Morgan mumbled.
"I know," Reid said softly. He would start now, but he wanted Morgan to stay relaxed just a bit longer.
Morgan slowly grabbed Reid's hands to assess the damage from the restraints, but at he looked closer he could tell that not all of it was from the restraints.
"Did Mark do this to you?" Morgan asked wondering what it was. It was hard to tell with the amount of blood surrounding it.
"Don't worry about it. I'm fine," Reid mumbled.
Morgan sighed. Reid doesn't care about himself. He's in that "I'm fine" moment where he could be dying and still think he's perfectly fine.
"Okay, how do you plan on getting out of here?" Morgan questioned, knowing that it would be a more favorable discussion for Reid.
"The best way that involves little to no type of physical altercation between you and everyone else," Reid answered as he closed his eyes in thought. He could easily make a semi-run for it, and have Morgan go in the opposite direction. He still doesn't know why Dan wants Morgan, but at this point, he could care less about that as long as Morgan got away.
"How did Dan bring you here?" Reid asked.
"He attacked me in the hospital," Morgan said quietly. Reid nodded slowly. So Dan doesn't have anything to lose. That meant that Dan could kill them if he wanted to at this point. Reid hoped his team was coming soon. Because the next time one of them enter, is the only chance they'll get. They'll definitely kill them if they see that they're both unrestrained.
"Morgan, I'm going to distract whoever comes in here next. All you have to do is run. I'm guessing we are in a forest. Given the temperature, I'm sure we are a bit higher up, so maybe somewhere near the mountains or so. Whatever you do, keep climbing up. It's better to attack from high ground than low. Also, Dan and Mark doesn't appear to have good climbing strength," Reid said softly. HE didn't want anyone to hear him if they were close by.
"How will I keep you safe?" Morgan frowned.
"That doesn't matter. Remember what I said, one hit to the head will most likely kill you. Let's just pray the team is close to finding us. We only have one chance," Reid said slowly.
"Reid, but you are just as hurt as I am," Morgan argued.
"I can handle a beating," Reid said slowly. Morgan had to understand.
"I don't think us separating is a good idea," Morgan frowned again.
"Together, we will both die. At least this way I know you'll make it to the team. You can tell them everything and hopefully you'll find me in time," Reid said. Morgan shook his head. He didn't like the idea. He would rather be the distraction. He wasn't sure what Reid was talking about. Morgan didn't feel messed up in the head. He felt perfectly fine. Reid was the one who was hurt. Hell, Reid's the one bleeding.
Reid heard the slightly rustle of leaves outside and looked down at Morgan.
"This is it," Reid whispered as Morgan's eyes widened slightly.
The door opened.
A/N: Welp, sorry if it was uber long! Until the next chapter! Thanks for all the reviews and the favorites and the follows! I apologize again for taking five hundred years!
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