Disclaimer: Would I really write on this site if I owned "Criminal Minds"? I think not. So here I am.

A/N: Sorry it took so long to update. I had this entire story written out, but it really sucked. Everyone died in my last version. It was really lame. So I made the story longer and more interesting. Don't you all just love me even more than you did two seconds ago? Ummm, yeah. Don't worry, I wouldn't either. Thank you, to all my kind reviewers! Can you believe no one has been mean to me yet? Insane, huh? Well, on to the story!

Oh, and there's a lot of violence in this chappie! Woohoo, violence!

The voice laughed cruelly and said, "Spencer's ex."

Morgan's eyes widened to the point where he looked inhuman.

After a brief silence between him and the caller, Morgan growled, "Liar."

The caller laughed again and said, "Oh, you'll find her. Count on it." And then there was the dial toneMorganswore loudly, and ran out to the hallway towards Hotch's office, silently reprimanded himself for not getting a call-trace.

Spencer stared at the table, wanting to believe that what the caller had said wasn't the truth. But, somewhere deep in his soul, he knew, even though the caller hadn't specified, he knew that it was Samantha. He knew that Samantha was dead. His thoughts had been slow, taking long to process, but when he formed the words "Samantha" and "dead" together, his mind reeled. The reality hit full force, and he felt nauseous. But he didn't cry. Crying meant mourning, and in Spencer's mind, Samantha wasn't yet dead. He needed proof. And proof he would soon get.

Hotch sighed as he got off the phone with the local PD. A girl, about 26, had been found dead. Her throat had been viciously ripped open. The laceration was long and slow. What made things twenty times worse; the body had been positively identified as Samantha Evans, aka Spencer's ex girlfriend.

There was a knock on the door and Hotch called out, "Come in."

It was Morgan who stepped in. There was an awkward silence, which was broken by both men saying simultaneously saying, "Reid's ex is dead."

That was followed by a simultaneous, "How'd you know?"

Hotch answered first, filling Morgan in on the newly-found body.

Morgan filled Hotch in about the call, bitterly adding, "I should've gotten a trace."

"Hey," Hotch reassured, "it's not your fault. Now, does Reid know?"

Morgan shook his head. "You saw how he reacted to her breaking up with him. What's he gonna do with her dead?"

Hotch angrily replied, "This monster's trying to break Reid!"

Elle walked in the room in time to hear Hotch make this statement. She interrupted, "He's succeeded."

"What?" Morgan yelled over-protectively.

Hotch and Morgan jumped up and followed Elle to the break-room.

On the way, Elle explained, "I walked past the room and saw Reid sitting there. I think he knows Samantha's dead. He was shaking. Hard. I went to see if he was okay, but the only response I got from him was, 'She's dead. No. She can't be.' It was freaky. He was, like, arguing with himself."

"Wait," Morgan said, stopping. "How'd you know Samantha's dead?"

JJ stepped up from behind and said, "He's contacted the media. He left a package, with no return address, with a picture of her corpse and a note reading, 'Dr. Reid, you're next. Hope you like the picture. It's especially for you.' Her picture is plastered all over the news. The one of her dead."

"He's fast," Morgan commented.

Hotch nodded his agreement, and the group walked to the break-room, which, to their horror, was empty. The table was upturned, and there was a small puddle of blood on the floor.

Earlier

Spencer sat at the table, hardly noticing his surroundings. An agent, one he vaguely recognized, walked in and smiled at him. The agent, Agent Brian Lucas, kneeled next to Spencer and his mouth next to his ear. Spencer betrayed no emotion, but deep down, he was kind of afraid of Lucas.

Lucas whispered, "Spencer. Oh, how I've longed for this moment. Now that the horrible woman is out of my way, you can be mine forever!"

Spencer looked at Lucas incredulously and said, "You? You did this?"

Lucas' grin widened.

"Why?" Spencer yelled, jumping to his feet.

Lucas frowned, and said as-matter-of-factly, "For you, of course."

Spencer screamed, "I didn't want this!" as he lunged at Lucas.

Spencer tackled Lucas, and Lucas' right fist connected with his jaw.

Dazed, Spencer didn't have time to block, or get out of the way, of Lucas' gun, aimed at his right leg. Lucas fired, and because he used a silencer, no one heard the shot. Spencer screamed as his leg burst into pain.

Lucas whispered, "Sorry," as he shoved a cloth into Spencer's mouth. Unfortunately for Spencer, everyone but his team had gone home, so there was no one to stop Lucas from dragging the young man down the hall to his blue van outside. Spencer tried to fight, but a back-hand to the face and blood-loss combined knocked him unconscious. The last thing he saw was himself getting tied to the van seat.

A/N- Wow, I thought that this chapter was good, but tell me what you think, OK? Poor Spence!