Human Connections

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A/N: Well.. better late than never right? God I wish I had a good excuse. I don't. Just good old fashioned writer's block. I will do my best to get an update to you guys next week, though! As always don't forget to leave a review or a like or follow and I'll see you guys soon!

Chapter 11

For two days Spencer tried called Ryanne only to get nothing back.

She didn't pick up, she didn't answer emails or text, and she didn't respond to any of his voicemails. Yes, he had realized now that he had made a mistake, he knew it wasn't his place to dictate who his sister could date, he just wanted the chance to apologize to her.

He had purposely not told anyone what had happened. He had gone to lunch by himself that day, hoping that she'd show up and they could talk it out, but she never came. He wanted to ask Morgan for advice, but he knew if he told Morgan what the argument was about, Morgan would feel honor bound to ask her out so she wouldn't be upset. Spencer had a feeling Ryanne wouldn't want a pity date.

Though, honestly, he was worried Morgan would hit him with an I-told-you-so and Spencer didn't want to deal with that either.

They had gotten a new case, Hotch had called them in to go to the briefing room. Spencer was basically about to go when he heard the tell-tale sound of a commotion.

"YOU!" came a loud shout and then security was struggling to hold someone back. "Spencer Reid you come here right this second!"

Spencer left his cubicle right away. It was a good thing that his co-workers hadn't been out on the floor with him at that time, because they would have immediately been defensive, but he knew this wasn't a threat this was his sister's best friend.

"It's alright, it's alright, she's here to see me," he told security and they finally let her go.

Ryanne must have told Emily what had happened and she was here to beat some sense into him. He might as well get it over with.

Seeing as she was probably there to kill him for upsetting Ryanne.

"You know, would it have killed you to pick up the phone?" she snapped.

Spencer had no idea that she was even calling his phone. He had gotten a few calls from a blocked number but they had come in at odd hours. One in the middle of the night, one when he was in the shower and one when he had been on his way here and about to go into a tunnel. Had that been her?

If she really had wanted him to pick up she shouldn't have called from a blocked number.

When he just stared at her she huffed. "Whatever, Ryanne's missing."

An icy bolt of fear ran down Spencer's spine, but he laughed it off. "That can't be true," he said. "She's not missing, she's just mad at me."

Emily glared at him. "Yes, she's mad at you, but she's not mad at me. She should have gotten a hold of me by now. She's missing I tell you! Missing!"

The thought was too upsetting for Spencer to even think about, and luckily Morgan took over.

Where had he even come from? Had heard Emily's outburst and come to check on him, make sure that she didn't thrash him too badly? If so how nice of him.

"Okay, how do you know she's missing?" he asked her. "What's your proof?"

"I don't have concrete proof yet," she said. "That's what I need you guys for!"

Morgan glanced to Spencer and then back to Emily. "So… she hasn't picked up your calls? And that means she's missing?"

"YES!" Emily shouted but when it was clear that the two men didn't get it, she groaned and added: "She left me a message asking me to call her. She said it was an emergency and she needed me to call her back right away. Except she didn't pick up a single one of my calls. She NEVER misses a call with me. And I don't mean that she doesn't pick up, because that's stupid, I mean she would have called me back. AND she hasn't answered my parents either."

"Okay but she could be on a roll, she does…"

"Maybe she cuts you out when she's on a roll, but she doesn't cut me out, and she definitely doesn't cut my parents out. Besides someone upset her, she wanted to talk to me. She wouldn't just stop responding."

Morgan sighed, but it was clear that he was getting nervous too. "Okay, have you tried calling the hotel?"

"They say she's in her room but not answering. But that's bullshit, because she always answers."

"Okay, just… just wait here," Spencer said and then rushed to the briefing room where Rossi, Emily, Hotch and JJ were all waiting.

"Uh… Hotch?" he asked and then waved him over. It wasn't like Spencer to do that, so right away Hotch's eyebrows furrowed in confusion, but he got up and went to the door that Spencer had half open and his head peaking through.

"What's the matter?"

"It's Ryanne, something's wrong. Her best friend just showed up and thinks she's missing."

Hotch's look of confusion got deeper. "Why does she think that?"

"Neither she nor her parents have been able to get a hold of her for two days and that's completely not like her," Spencer said. "Can I have permission to sit this one out and see if everything's okay with Ryanne?"

"Of course, and uh… take Morgan," Hotch said nodding to where the man was standing hands on his hips beside Emily. "You may need back up and it looks like he'd be willing to help you."

"Thank you, thank you so much," Spencer said.

"No problem. Keep me updated," he called as Spencer rushed back to his cubicle to get his satchel and his coat.

"I'm heading out with Emily," Spencer said to Morgan. "Hotch says you can come with me if you want."

"Course I'm coming," Morgan said rushing to his own cubicle to make sure he had everything that he needed.

Spencer was immediately grateful. After this, Morgan more than had his blessing to date his sister, for however long he wanted.

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With Morgan at the helm, they got to the hotel quicker than if Emily had driven them. They had argued originally about who would drive, but Morgan won because he had access to a car with a police siren and flashers.

Emily was sure to tell him that if he hadn't had the flashers and the siren her time would have beat his. Though he had advantages, that did not make him better than her.

Spencer got her room key while they were arguing about who was the better and faster driver. He tried to get it by telling them he was her brother but when that didn't work, he just slapped his badge down and they had to give it to him.

Together they went up to the room, let themselves in and were immediately confronted with a mess.

As they stepped around it, Spencer struggled to figure out if that was just messy Ryanne or evidence of an actual struggle that had taken place.

"Okay, this proves it, something happened," Emily said as she stood in the middle of the mess her hands on her hips.

"Uh how?" Morgan asked her. "That month she was staying with Reid, all he did was complain about how messy she was."

"Well, the hotel was pretty sure she was in here but not responding, and she's not here… so…"

"Yeah but that could just mean she's out right now."

Emily pinned him with a dry glare and showed him the phone she had in her hand. It was clearly Ryanne's.

"Okay so she went somewhere with out her phone…"

"Ryanne never leaves without her phone. She has movie producers, set and costume designers, casting directors and an actual director waiting for her say on every little decision. She wouldn't leave this phone behind."

"Oh, so they actually decided on making the movie?"

"Oh yeah they settled on a budget and they're moving on to casting…"

Spencer let the two get distracted as he moved towards what he figured to be the most important part of the room.

Ryanne always requested a writing desk with space for her to work and lounge, and it was there that he found the evidence to agree with Emily.

"Hey, come look at this," Spencer called and Emily and Morgan joined him by the desk.

Together they took in the off kilter calendar, the pens strewn all over the tabletop and the floor, the laptop that had been pushed over and lying on it's screen.

"Well that just proves it," Emily cried but Morgan didn't get it.

"Proves what?"

"That she's been taken!"

"How do you figure?"

"What do you mean…? Look at her writing station!" she cried. "It's never like this!"

Morgan turned to her. "Is that really the only indication that…."

"No, she's right, her writing set up is always perfect," Spencer said and then turned to Emily. "Well, is there anyone you can think that would hold a grudge…"

"I mean, her family…"

"I highly doubt they'd do this. I feel like they never leave Vegas."

"True," Emily admitted and then really thought about it. "Well, what about that guy who was calling."

"What guy?"

"The heavy breather…"

"No, no, I told him to stop, I warned him…" Spencer said but Emily shook her head.

"No, he's still very much a thing. Last she told me he had started talking."

"Talking?"

"Yeah, asking her things. Like about what she was wearing, and if she'd take it off so he could see a little skin. It's why she's not in New York right now. He described the inside of her apartment and she decided to come here."

Well that was fucking terrifying. "Sounds like she had a stalker," Morgan said and Spencer mentally cursed himself.

He should have taken down that number and done something about it when he first found out about it. He should have had the guy arrested, not just try to verbally scare the guy off.

Spencer took a pen and turned to a random page in Ryanne's journal.

"What are you doing?" Emily asked him as he scrawled down the number from memory.

"I saw the number once. We need it to give it to Garcia to see where it's pinging or who it's registered to."

"You know it's probably in her phone, we could have just charged it," Morgan reminded him.

"This is quicker," he said and then ripped the paper out of the journal which caused Emily to squeak.

"What, what's the problem?" Morgan asked her.

"Ryanne is like super OCD about her journal, specifically pages not being in sequential order…"

"We don't have time for this," Spencer snapped heading back to the door. He already had his phone out to call Garcia, he wanted the search to be almost done by the time they got back to head quarters.

Though Emily was right. Ryanne was going to be furious about the journal, but he'd rather have her angry and back with him than the alternative.

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Two days ago

Ryanne woke up and immediately groaned.

She had tried to struggle with the man who had showed up in her apartment but he was strong, and he cheated.

As soon as he could he had tased her.

She looked around at where she was and found herself surprised to kind of recognize the room she was in.

The interior was wooden, there was a fireplace, blue curtains and all sorts of aquatic cottagey decorations.

It looked like a place she had once stayed in. A little cottage in the boondocks of the Hamptons before she could afford the actual Hamptons. It was the first time she had travelled to write and she wanted somewhere remote with no cell service so her hateful mother couldn't reach her anymore.

She had a weekend of blissful silence. She finished the sequel to her best-selling novel that weekend and solidified a contract for five more. And when she got service again, she had 51 voicemails from her mother, that started out spiteful and hit a level of hatred that was normally came out of the mouths of terrorists.

A door opened somewhere beside her and then some one was in there with her.

She was in the main area, it was open plan all through the kitchen, the dining rom and living room. She was in the living room are and she was facing a turned off TV.

She stayed perfectly still hoping whoever was in there with her, though she was assuming it was the guy who had tased her, wouldn't notice that she was awake. She didn't want them to talk to her, she wanted them to leave her alone so she could figure out how to get out of the duct tape that was holding her in place.

She wasn't that lucky.

"Oh you're finally awake," the man said coming towards her.

He walked around her and smiled down at her like he didn't just tase her, kidnap her and take her god knows where.

"Okay… so I don't know what this is, but if you let me go, I won't go to the cops I'll just… I'll just pretend this never happened, okay?"

Lies. Utter lies. If she got out of this she was going to call Spencer and have his team deal with this psycho. But hey, maybe he'd believe her.

"And tell them what? That your boyfriend surprised you with a romantic get away? I highly doubt they'd be interested in that."

Boyfriend? Boyfriend? Was this man on crack? She wasn't nearly famous enough for this level of crazy. Was this a prank? Was this some twisted kind of revenge her family thought up? Because, holy shit, was she going to file for a restraining order if it was.

"Okay, well, you're not my boyfriend. I don't even know you!"

Now that earned her a frown.

"Of course, you know me," he says with a shaky laugh. "Four years ago, you came here, you stayed with me. We shared one magical night…"

Oh! Oh, now she remembered him.

He had rented her the cottage in the Hamptons.

But this didn't make sense. She barely interacted with him. You know except for that one night she got drunk and may or may not have made out with him. But it was one night, they didn't even talk to each other after that. She checked out and never saw him again.

How, how had he gotten so confused?

That meant that this wasn't a similar cottage it was the same one! He must have brought her back to where he thought it all started.

"It was a kiss. I was drunk! Are you for real right now?!" she cried but he just smiled at her. "We didn't even have sex!"

"Why wouldn't I be for real? That was our first date, our anniversary. Yes we've been doing long distance but we've been making it work," he said.

Ryanne just stared at him. Long distance? She had never even been back what… what was he talking about.

He smiled that crazy wide smile at her as he added: "I brag to everyone about my writer girlfriend. They don't believe me, but we're going to prove them wrong, right?"

Ryanne's mouth dropped. He was crazy. Absolutely insane.

And what was worse she could see it in his eyes. They were the same kind of wide and dilated she described in her villains, you know the ones who were nuts and not just evil.

She was going to have to come up with a plan, and fast.