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Things are heating up now.

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Spencer woke up suddenly against the cool window of his car. He sat up slowly and looked out of the window. It was dark out but he could see that they were parked in front of a small motel. The large light-up sign at the entrance having gone out, the only light coming from a street lamp down the block.

Spencer craned his neck, trying to discern if anyone else was around. The lot was empty. Spencer reached up to rub at his eyes but they jolted to a stop a small ways from his face. He looked down and saw he was still cuffed to the door handle.

He sighed and looked across to the divers side of the car. Ed was gone.

Spencer sat further up in his seat. This could be his chance. After making sure Ed was definitely absent, Spencer looked out through the windows, looking desperately for anyone.

He turned his body around, looking through his window to see if anyone was close before yelling, "Help!"

He glanced out through the back windows. It was just his luck that the whole place was desolate.

"Hello! Help!" Spencer's voice cracked and his cheeks warmed with embarrassment. He thought of how stupid it was to be embarrassed when he was in such a desperate situation.

He was about to call out again when his door opened so suddenly that he fell with it, falling to the road beside, his left leg still caught in the car.

Spencer looked up, breathless from the sudden action and he saw Ed grinning down at him.

"Ready for a break?"

"What?"

Ed held up a set of motel keys and spenecr turned his head in the direction Ed had come from.

He saw a light on in a small office at the front of the L-shaped motel.

"Hel-"

Ed yanked Spencer up from the ground and covered his mouth, his nails clawing at Spencer's cheeks.

"You better not say another word," he hissed. Spencer looked up and saw the dangerous look Ed was glaring down at him with.

"Understand?"

Spencer nodded. He let Ed hold him up as he uncuffed him. Spencer thought of running away but he couldn't find the strength to pull himself to his feet let alone run.

Ed slammed the door shut, holding Spencer against him as he locked the car. He held the keys up then and smiled. He flashed them in Spencer's direction.

"Lucky number thirteen," he said and he chuckled.

He started leading Spencer to the motel room at the end of the row and he swallowed thickly when he felt Ed's hand wander down his back.

Morgan led the way into Spencer's apartment. Emily followed close behind, both with their guns drawn. Aaron and Rossi came behind slower, actively looking for anything out of the ordinary.

Morgan stopped at Spencer's door and he looked around at the others. Aaron nodded and Morgan banged his fist on Spencer's door a few times and waited. When no answer came he did it again.

"Reid!" he called, smacking his palm against the door. He glanced at Emily who gave a quick nod, stepping back in preparation.

Morgan lifted his foot and slammed it into the door. It took two kicks before the door caved in, yawning open like some great mouth. Morgan stormed inside with his gun up, shouting for Reid as he swiveled around, aiming at places someone could hide.

He and Emily went to the far rooms as Aaron and Rossi stepped inside. Aaron felt his heart drop as he took in the state of the apartment. Spencer's books were scattered across the floor, some of his plates in a similar state, smashed amongst the pages. Rossi grimaced and glanced down the hall where Morgan came out of the bedroom shaking his head. He looked sick.

"Anyone?"

Morgan shook his head, stepping aside to let Emily hurry by from the bathroom. He pressed his back to the wall and holstered his gun.

"There's blood," he said quietly, watching as Emily went to the window and took deep breaths. "Blood all over the bed."

Aaron sank down onto the couch and covered his face with his hands.

"Damn it," Rossi muttered. He looked down the hall at the bedroom.

"There was hair in the bathroom," Emily said, turning from the window to look at them. "It's Spencer's colour but why would the unsub cut his hair?"

"My father is trying to change his appearance," Aaron muttered through the hands covering his mouth.

Emily nodded. "That makes more sense."

"I can't believe this. How did he know?" Morgan said and he smacked his hand hard into the wall, gritting his teeth angrily.

"Someone must have told him," Rossi said.

"Who? Hotch and Sean just found out! And none of us knew."

"I don't know, maybe his lawyer found out."

Aaron shook his head sadly. "This is my fault," he muttered.

Morgan turned sharply to face him.

"You tell your dad about Spencer?" he said, his voice low and dangerous and his posture that of a man ready to attack.

Aaron looked up from his hands and shook his head slowly. "No... no I haven't seen him in years."

Morgan unclenched his fists, easing out of attack-mode.

Aaron sighed, looking around the room with a guilty look on his face. "It's still my fault. If I had listened to Reid..." Aaron rubbed his chin with his palm. "If I hadn't pushed him away this wouldn't have happened."

"You couldn't have known it was true," Emily said but her voice was quiet as if she too were being eaten up by guilt.

"When has Spencer ever lied to us? I should have listened, he's never doubted me before." Aaron breathed out slowly, looking down at the disarray of books.

"I should have trusted him," Aaron said and he looked at Dave who nodded.

"Yes," he said. "We should have given him a chance but we can't think like that right now. We have to find Spencer. For all we know he could be dead."

Aaron stood up then, jumping away from the couch. He couldn't live with his brother's death again, especially after the way he'd treated him. Not to mention the fact that Spencer was family to Aaron even before the revelation. They were teammates.

"Call CSI," Aaron said, looking at Emily who pulled out her phone quickly. "I need to call the prison. Tell them he was here." He reaches for his own phone but before he looked for the number he looked up and said, "We're taking this case."

Rossi grimaced. "Aaron is that a good idea? You're too close to this, not to mention our connections to Reid."

"Which is exactly why we need to take the case. The unsub is my father, the victim is our friend and my brother. We know more about these individuals than any other team." Aaron paused, taking a deep breath as he looked around the apartment. He nodded slowly. "We'll find them."

Spencer yanked hard on the cuffs, trying to loosen the dirty pipe they'd been attached to.

Ed had cuffed him to the old radiator while he flaunted Spencer's wallet around, eager to drive out to a bar. He wrapped a gag around Spencer's head and warned him again about what would happen if he made any sounds.

Spencer pulled again, growling as the cuffs scratched at his skin and only pulled a little of the pipe from the wall. He slumped back against the wall and sighed. He willed himself not to cry but the urge only intensified when Ed walked into the motel room. Spencer gazed desperately at the dark parking lot behind him before the door shut behind him. The latch was off and Spencer took note of this as he met Ed's gaze.

Ed looked at him for a moment. His pants were much better fitting since he'd stopped off at a Walmart to pick himself a new outfit. Spencer felt uncomfortable when Ed reached down and pressed his palm against the crotch of his pants. Spencer glared down at the rusty pipe, hating it for not breaking.

"Boy."

Spencer glanced at Ed and saw the man had his hand on his zip.

"No," Spencer said through his gag which was wet with his spit from attempts to work it out. He wasn't going to let Ed... let him...

Spencer shook his head, fighting the feeling of bile creeping up his throat.

"It's been so long..." Ed hissed and Spencer looked up to see him stood over him. He had the keys to the cuffs between his fingers.

Spencer stared at the keys, ignoring the lustful gaze Ed had on him. Ed reached down and untied to tight gag, letting it fall into Spencer's lap. Ed picked his lips. Spencer worked his jaw a little, alleviating the ache that had started there. He looked at the keys again.

"I'm going to let you loose and you're going to obey me," Ed said and he knelt slowly. Spencer couldn't take his eyes from the keys but he managed to nod, assuring Ed of his 'willingness.'

Ed missed the lock twice, and Spencer glanced at his face and saw the way he was blinking slowly, his eyes narrowing on the lock. He was drunk. Spencer felt a thrill of excitement run through him.

He's drunk! he thought. Ed was just a small push away from totally inebriated. Spencer prepared then, forcing himself not to smile when Ed finally got the key into the hole.

As soon as the key turned in the lock and the cuffs felt suddenly loose Spencer yanked them off and slammed his foot into Ed's chest.

He didn't waste a moment when Ed fell back and sprawled on the floor, clutching his chest.

Spencer pulled himself up with the help of the radiator and he leapt past Ed, spurred on by a bust of adrenaline. When he reached the door he could hear Ed groaning and yelling at him. He pulled the door open and nearly fell out. Ed was up. He didn't have time.

Spencer stumbled past the other doors and off the decking. The road ahead was empty and the offices along the street were closed.

Spencer chanced a look behind him and he saw Ed staggering out of the door, the car keys in his hand as he clutched his chest.

Spencer turned and ran. He didn't know or care where he was running, just that he was running.

He stumbled once but picked up the pace straight after, ignoring the pain shooting up his back.

He could hear the car. His car. He didn't know what to do. Ahead was road, behind was Ed.

Spencer veered off the road, running past the offices and looking quickly at the windows to see if anyone was in.

The car was loud behind him and Spencer looked around quickly.

He was blinded by the headlights which were on him and in the next moment he felt something slam into the backs of his legs, launching him off the ground.

He realised in slow motion, that it was his car slamming into him and when he landed with a painful crack, it was his windshield breaking under his weight.

His head smacked the roof of the car and his adrenaline died, his thoughts becoming sluggish. He only knew the feeling of the road biting into his cheek and the warm trickle of blood rolling down his forehead.

His eyes started to droop slowly as he heard his car door slam and footsteps roughly making their way around. He closed his eyes before he heard Ed start to yell.

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That definitely took a turn. Crazy how these things happen.

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