Ayyye lmao. So here's another chapter, y'all. Thanks for the kind reviews, they really mean a lot to me, and I always smile whenever I read them. So keep it up, my pretties, and more Reid whump will happen.
That's a terrible incentive.
But really, the ordeal will end soon enough, and the aftermath of it will shake the team pretty hard. So be prepared for the bau acting like more of a family than they already are and comforting each other. And Garcia's baking, of course. Because she bakes when she's anxious.
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"Reid," Rossi tried to catch the younger man's attention. It didn't work, as Spencer continued looking at the ground in front of him.
"I think he's ignoring you, agent Rossi," the unsub said, stroking Reid's hair as he pulled the young doctor's pants back up to where they were originally.
"Reid, you can chose us. Don't make yourself go through this alone," Reid still ignored him.
Well, ignoring wasn't exactly the word Rossi would use. It was as if Reid didn't even register that there was anyone else in the room besides him and the unsub. Rossi knew it was a coping mechanism, every hardship the younger agent had to go through in his life was alone, and Reid still hadn't gotten used to the fact that there were people who cared about him, who would die for him, if need be.
It wasn't a hero complex, or anything of the sort, it was just the way Reid grew up. Alone, self sufficient.
"You know, usually, I would punish him for his guests talking out of turn, but it is amusing to see him ignore you so stubbornly. It's like you're not even here!" The unsub cried, then started laughing, "I thought he would be more fun than this, more fighting or struggling. I'm kind of disappointed he was so submissive to me, Agent Rossi. He's probably done this before," Rossi resisted the urge to cuss him out.
"Come now, Agent, it's time for you to get back to your other friends,"
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Spencer looked down at the floor after Steven and Rossi left. As if his neck could no longer support the weight, his head fell, his hair now in front of his face.
He felt so dirty.
He wanted to die. He wanted Steven to kill him.
But he was not going to let his family get hurt, not while he still had the ability to stop it.
Reid gathered up his courage, Steven would be back soon, with another member of his team. He had beaten Spencer when Garcia was out here, because he knew it would effect them both in a similar way, which was being worried for the other. However, when Rossi was out here, Steven was determined to humiliate him.
He knows about the relationships me and each member of the team have, at least to some degree, Reid thought as the door opened. He closed his eyes tightly, steadying his breathing, before looking at who was here now.
It was Hotch.
"Spencer, are you alright?" His boss asked him.
Don't call me that! That's what he calls me! Reid wanted to scream at him. Instead, he gave the older man a look that both of them understood.
Reid was terrified, not only for his own life, but for the lives of the entire BAU. And unlike with Garcia or Rossi, he maintained eye contact with Hotch. He needed the man to be his rock, even though he was sitting several feet away from him.
Hotch understood that, and didn't look away from Reid's light brown eyes, trying to muster up the most comforting look he could give.
"Spencer, you or him?"
Spencer swallowed, "Me." A Cheshire grin appeared on the man's face.
"What should we do with you now, Spencer?" Steven asked, walking behind him, causing a fresh wave of panic to wash over Reid.
That's where he got the vibrator from! His thoughts screamed in horror.
"Reid, look at me, I'm right here," Hotch said. Reid realized he had looked away from Hotch in his moment of terror. He looked back up at the older man, who had the definition of a poker face on.
That bad, huh, Hotch? Reid though, tilting his head back slightly. By not giving away his emotions, Hotch was obviously trying to not frighten Reid.
Which, ironically, frightened Reid all the more.
Steven appeared in his line of sight again, blocking Hotch out, and wearing a maniacal smile on his face. He held in his left hand a knife.
Left handed. Reid thought, trying to focus on anything but the knife.
Steven grabbed Reid's shirt by his collar, sliding the knife underneath, causing Reid to widen his eyes in panic, making a small gasping noise.
Making a cut in the shirt, Steven ripped the rest of it off with his bare hands, throwing it somewhere out of Reid's vision. Steven then took a step to the side, wrapping his arms around Reid's shoulders embracing him, a wide grin on his face as he looked at Hotch.
"Isn't he just...breathtaking, Agent Hotchner? His body is almost feminine in a way, is it not?" Hotch didn't respond, but looked into the younger man's eyes again, trying to comfort him.
Spencer's eyes filled with tears, ashamed that his boss saw his bare torso. JJ, Emily, even Morgan would be better than Hotch to see him like this.
He looked away as the tears threatened to spill. He tried to blink them away as he felt the knife on his chest. Steven dragged it across his chest lightly, not enough to leave a mark.
"What should draw on you, Spencer, my precious little canvas?" Steven grinned like a cat, his eyes widening, "Oh! I know!" He stuck out his tongue in concentration, leaning over Reid, placing the knife above Reid's right nipple.
He gasped as he felt it rip into his soft flesh.
"Reid, look at me. Keep your eyes on me," His boss told him. But he could not, he kept his eyes trained on what Steven was carving.
W, the first letter was down.
"Reid!" Hotch said with authority. Reid's head whipped up, looking at him, "This isn't your fault, Spencer,"
Reid ignored him, looking back down at what Steven was writing. His last name, maybe?
Any hope of that was shattered when Steven wrote the next two letters, h, and o.
Reid closed his eyes when he realized what was about to be written, and probably scarred, into his chest.
"Reid..." Hotch whispered, realizing it was a lost cause.
"There!" Steven said happily, "All done! That wasn't so bad, was it? Except, all that blood...But that will stop eventually! Come alone, Agent Hotchner, let's Reid be alone with his thoughts for a bit, shall we?"
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Garcia was still crying, Morgan's arms were wrapped around her in an attempt to comfort her, but it looked like he was also in desperate need of comforting, himself.
Rossi continued looking at the door Hotch had exited out of.
"He just...kept beating him! And he wouldn't stop!" Garcia managed to say, her voice shaky.
"Rossi," Emily said gently. He looked over to her, "What did he do to Reid when you were out there?"
Rossi shuddered, sitting up a bit straighter, and started to tell the team what he had saw Reid go through.
Morgan stood up suddenly, pacing, telling the team all of the different ways he was going to kill this unsub for hurting his little brother.
JJ's fists were clenched, her eyes narrowed, and Rossi realized that Morgan was going to have help in his mission.
Not just from JJ, but from all of them.