Hey, everyone. Here is the next chapter for you all. This is my only update for tonight as I had it ready the other day and I want to pose a question to you all. I have just had this idea and it won't leave my head. How many of you would read a bad ass Reid fic where he becomes a vigilante? A vigilante like you see in Arrow. I have the plot in my head worked out but I don't want to spoil too much by putting too much information here. What do you all think? Anyway, I'm so glad you all like this story and I look forward to hearing from you all. Enjoy!

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JJ and Rossi walked into the hospital and made their way to talk to the librarian that had reported Spencer Reid missing. They knocked on the door and walked in to find a nurse comforting the injured woman as she cried.

"Miss Poe, my name is Jennifer Jareau, I'm with the FBI. This is Agent David Rossi. We're looking into the disappearance of Spencer and three other boys. We need to ask you some questions if we can," JJ said as she held up her badge.

"I don't think this is a good time," the nurse spoke gently.

"No, it's fine," Miss Poe cried before taking a deep breath. "The quicker I answer their questions, the quicker they will find Spencer and the other boys."

The nurse nodded and left the room. JJ walked to bed and gave Miss Poe a comforting smile. "What happened before you were knocked out?"

"I thought it was just Spencer and myself left in the library. I was finishing up for the night while Spencer was reading Moby Dick."

"Moby dick?" Rossi questioned. "That's a very advanced book for a six year old."

"Spencer is a very special child," she smiled. "He has an eidetic memory, has an IQ of 187 and can read twenty thousand words a minute. They tested him at his school not that long ago. He's a genius. He was reading while I finished up and I kept checking on him. I heard a glass smash so I went to take a look. I saw the smashed glass and then felt nothing but pain in the back of my head. The last thing I saw before I blacked out was a pair of blue converses. I didn't see who hit me or who took Spencer. Please find him. He's such a special boy and I couldn't bear if anything happened to him."

"We suspect that he was taken due to problems at home. Have you ever seen any signs of abuse on Spencer?"

Miss Poe nodded before letting out a wince. She regained her composure and took a shaky breath. "I never had proof so no-one would listen. Spencer comes in with bruises sometimes and they aren't just from playing rough with other children or falling down. He came into the library today and his hands were scraped up and a bruise was starting to bloom on his cheek. I've asked him if anyone hurts him at home but he just shakes his head and says he is clumsy. It's his eyes too. No child should have that much sadness in their eyes. I should have done more," she cried before burying her face in her hands.

"It's okay," JJ said as she tried to keep Miss Poe calm. "We'll find Spencer and get him back."

Hotch and Morgan travelled to the Reid's residence after a small package containing Spencer's shoes had been delivered there by a teenager who had been paid by a middle aged woman. They walked into the house after greeting the police officer standing guard. Morgan walked in to see Diana Reid crying on the couch with her husband, William Reid, comforting her with his arm around her shoulders. He didn't miss the way she stilled under her husband's touch.

"I'm going to speak with parents," Hotch whispered. "Go and take a look in Spencer's room. You know what to look for."

"Keep an eye on the husband," Morgan spoke before heading up the stairs.

Hotch watched as William caught sight of Morgan going up the stairs. "Where is he going?"

"Don't worry, Mr Reid. He's just going to check out your son's room to see if Spencer and the other boys have anything in common. We need to be thorough during this investigation and time is a key factor. May I sit?"

"Please," Diana gestured to a chair opposite them. She let out a small sob and wiped her cheeks with her tissue. "Please find our son. He's everything in the world to us. Please, I can't lose him. I can't lose my little boy."

"We're going to do our very best to find him. I need to know Spencer's routine. Was he dropped off at the library where he was taken? I assume that one of you took him. It seems a long way for a six year old to walk on his own."

"I dropped him off," William said. "He's a bookworm, just like his mother. I had to go back to work but I thought he would be safe in the library. I guess I was wrong."

Hotch studied William and noticed a lack of care in his behaviour. His words tried to portray him as a caring father but Hotch very much doubted that he was. A glass of whiskey was on the table along with the bottle by the side of the couch.

"Why wasn't Mrs Reid able to go with him to the library?"

"Diana isn't very well and Spencer is able to take care of himself."

Hotch bit his tongue and refrained from telling William what he really thought. "I just have a few more questions, Mr and Mrs Reid."

Morgan walked into Spencer's room and frowned at how bare it looked. There was a bookshelf but very few books lay on it while there was only a small amount of covers and blankets on the bed. Nothing screamed that this room belonged to a six year old child. There were no toys, no video games and it felt more like a cell than a child's room. As he searched the drawers, he found some clothing but the clothing was mismatched and some items ripped. As he went to rise up, he caught sight of a red stain on the floor being partially covered by a box. He pushed the box to the side and found a smeared and bloody hand print dried into the wooden floor. "What the hell?" Morgan muttered.

Morgan walked over to the cupboard and found it bare apart from a few pieces of junk. As he went to leave, his foot hit something hard that moved. He knelt and pulled some of the wood down. Four connected planks came down to reveal a medium sized square hole. Inside was a selection of over twenty books that many people didn't read till college or high school, toys that had seen better days, a teddy bear with an eye missing and a journal that was barely being contained by its spine. He picked up the notebook and opened it to find neat writing that wasn't normal for a six year old. Every page was filled with detailed drawings and words. He tucked the book into the inside of his coat and also took the teddy bear. He sensed that this meant a lot to little Spencer.

Spencer groaned as became aware again and sluggishly opened his eyes. He opened his brown eyes to see three other boys staring at him. As one went to touch him, he leaned away and tried to stop himself from being sick.

"Hey, don't be afraid," one of the boys said. "My name is Eric. This is also Johnny and this is Martin."

"Where am I?" Spencer said before rising up slowly from the bed.

"The bad lady took us," Martin said fearfully.

Johnny helped him sit up and brought over a cup of water. "Drink."

Spencer gulped down the water offered to him by the boy and finished it quickly. He rose into a sitting position and stared at them. "What am I doing here?"

Eric stepped forward. "What's your name? How old are you?"

"My name is Spencer and I'm six."

"Don't make her mad," Eric said quickly. "Just do what she says. Don't fight her."

All four of them looked to the door as they heard a key turn in the lock. Martin and Johnny ran to their beds and laid under the duvets. Eric rushed to get Spencer under the covers. "Don't talk unless she lets you."

Eric quickly went to his bed and laid under the duvet as the door opened. Spencer bit his lip and closed his eyes as footsteps came over to his bed. He remembered the woman with the cloth and was scared of what might happen to him. The duvet above him was moved away.

"Spencer, there is no need to be afraid," the woman smiled as she picked him up and perched him on the edge of the bed. Her hair was a golden blonde colour while her eyes were an almost emerald green. There was something wrong with her and even Spencer could see a sense of madness in her eyes. "You're safe here now. Now, we're going to get you some milk and I'll explain the rules of this house to you. I'm a good mother, Spencer, but rules must be followed and you will be punished if you break them."

Spencer kept still as he was picked up and held against her chest. He wanted his real mother to be holding him, not this woman. She had taken him from the one place he had felt safe but that safety had been shattered. She put him down on a chair after locking the basement door and poured a glass of milk for him. He searched for anyway of escaping but found his search fruitless.

"Now, drink your milk, Spencer," she ordered as she sat next to him. Spencer kept his hands in his lap and avoided looking at her.

"Stop it!" he gasped as her hand grabbed his wrist and held it in an almost iron grip. "Please, you're hurting me."

"Drink your milk!"

"I can't. Dairy makes me sick," Spencer quickly yelled before trying to pull his hand away. She released her grip on his hand and began to stroke his hair. He stilled under her touch and rubbed his wrist.

"I'm sorry, sweetie," she cooed. "I'll get you some juice in a moment. Now, I want you to listen to the rules. You are not to leave this house and any attempt to leave without me will be met with severe punishment. You are to play nice with your brothers and you'll be punished for any misbehaviour. Food will be served at the dining table and I expect you to finish your plate each time. You are to show respect to me as I'm your mother. You don't want to upset mommy now, do you?"

Spencer couldn't stop the words that burst from his mouth. "You're not my mom!" he snapped.

His abductor kicked her chair back and grabbed him by the wrist. Tears sprang to his eyes as he was dragged to a small cupboard in the wall that was bigger than a box. Spencer's head hit against the wall as he was thrown in.

"I am your mother and you'll learn to respect me!" she screamed before slamming the small cupboard shut and locking it.

"No," Spencer cried as he hit against the door. "No, let me out!"

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