Spencer came crashing through the old rustic metal door, just managing to keep himself from falling to the floor. Once on the roof, he finally remembered to breathe. He didn't know how long he'd been holding his breath for, but what he did know how messed up everything has become. How could this all be happening? Why is this happening? Spencer wanted to curl up and die that very second, but that wouldn't solve anything, nor will it save Kento.
Reid's stomach starting doing summersaults, his chest grew tighter and tighter by the second, and his heart rate picked up. Spencer gripped hold of his shirt, creating creases in the ridge of his fingers as if that would release the pressure that was pushing down on his chest. Quickly, he loosened his tie, desperately trying to breathe. Taking gasps of air every chance he got, he found his way stumbling to the old bench that sat near the edge of the roof. This was where a lot of the agents use to come to smoke, but it's been a long time since anyone has been up here, so Reid uses it as his own personal space, which he likes.
Spencer's body felt heavy and uncomfortable, but he managed to drag himself over to the bench. Plumping himself down, he laid his head in his hands as they rested on his knees, breathing became more and more strenuous. Reid started to pant rapidly as images raced through his mind, images of his teammate's faces as they sat watching the video, faces of disgust and loathing. But, this feeling, this feeling that felt as if it was crushing Reid from the inside isn't just because of the video, but because of Hotch. Spencer suspected Aaron knew what was going on from the moment Reid stepped into the roundtable room, but he played the video anyway. How could Hotch hurt him like that? Why? Reid couldn't answer that, his brain was running so quickly he couldn't catch up. He needed something to calm down, picking up his bag as he scrambled through the contents. A small vile struck his hand, slowly bringing it out as his gripped tightened. Dilaudid.
It had been a while since his last high, and god did he crave the feeling of feeling absolutely nothing, no worries, no pain, and no sadness. But, he promised, he promised Kento he wouldn't. Shoving the vile back into the depths of his bag and instead, he pulled out a smaller, cardboard box. The cigarettes had become slightly crushed in the bottom of his bag, not worrying, he takes one out and placing it between his dry, pink lips. Pulling out his lighter, sparking the flint till the soft glow of sparks flew and a flame arose. Taking a drag, filling his lungs with the toxic smoke, despite knowing the statistics, science, maths behind smoking, he didn't care because he finally felt as if he could breathe again.
Back in the roundtable room, nobody knew quite what to say, deathlike silence echoed throughout. The screen which previously held the video of Spencer and Kento showed nothing but emptiness with the black screen. Shouta was fuming, he paced a little before pulling the chair harshly and taking a seat with an intentionally loud sigh. Everyone clocked this and switch focused from the space they were lost in, to Shouta who sat crossed armed staring at the ceiling. "Got something to say Shouta?". Hotch's tone was flat and blunt, not an ounce of remorse in his voice, this annoyed Shouta even more.
"Are you even sorry?". Shouta asked aggressively. He was now sat up, eyes locked on Hotch.
"For what?".
"Really Hotchner?".
"He shouldn't have lied to us". Hotch looked down at the paperwork in front of him, pretending to read through it.
"Are you a child?". Shouta was getting riled up. "No matter what happened, that was way out of line!".
"What's the big deal?". Hotch said, keeping his flat tone.
"What's the big deal? Really Hotchner - Spencer has been trying to find the courage to tell you guys, but instead you embarrassed and humiliated him!". Shouta was beginning to get enraged.
"Why didn't he just tell us?". Jj's voice was soft, as always.
"He couldn't".
"Well, why not? Thought we were his family?". Morgan's voice sounded slightly hurt, which is understandable, Reid was like his brother and he as keeping such a huge secret from them.
"It's not the easy Derek - What? do you think he thought that he could just walk up to you guys at any point and be like; Hi Guys, Just to let you know, I'm gay...". Shouta said with slight sarcasm. "He's been wanting to tell you guys for a while, but he couldn't".
"Why not?". Asked Emily.
"That's not my place to say, you'll have to ask Spencer that". The team was both suspicious and intrigued. Shouta knew exactly why Reid couldn't say, and to be honest, he didn't blame him, it's not easy after the ordeal he went through. "He could have just told us". Morgan said, his voice shifted to more caring then annoyed.
"Well, it definitely won't be easy for him to talk now, not after the video". Shouta shot a glare at Hotch, who kept his head down.
"He's right Hotch, you should have turned it off". Morgan said. "It wasn't as if it was something - umm - PG". Morgan shifted uncomfortably as he remembers the contents of the video, never did he expect to see his best mate in such a personal position. "But hey, Pretty Boy isn't as innocent as we thought". Morgan gave a small laugh, this lifted the heavy and awkward atmosphere.
"He certainly is not". Shouta said quietly under his breath with a short chuckle. Everyone turned to him wide-eyed and very, very intrigued. Shouta wasn't expecting to say that quite as loud as he did, Spencer and Ken are going to kill him.
"Ooooh-hoo-hoo-ho...Mama needs deets!". Garcia said with an extremely large grin and deep chuckle.
"Oh definitely not!". Shouta responded, it was his brother, it wasn't his place to go talking about his personal life, plus he is still very much scared. "Plus, don't think Hotchner would like it". Shouta said changing his tone.
"Not really, no". Aaron, still blunt.
"What's your probably?". Shouta asked, everyone always thought Hotch was so excepting, but clearly, they didn't know him all too well.
"I haven't got one".
"Clearly you do because you did that to Spence". Shouta said defensively.
"I think you've got the wrong end of this stick here Shouta".
"How have I?". Shouta spoke with a raised brow, as he folded his arms over his chest.
"I don't care that Spencer is gay, at all - I am actually really happy for him". answered.
"So why do and say what you did?". JJ asked.
"I really didn't think it was a problem because we'd except him no matter what. I didn't know what would be on that video". Shouta scoffed. "That's the truth, I needed to know if there was anything that could link us to the unsub within it". Hotch really didn't want to hurt Reid, he wanted to protect him, just went about it completely in the wrong way.
"How does a homemade sex tape lead you to the unsub?". Everyone coughed at Shouta's choice of words, the thought of their young, innocent doctor doing such a thing, something they didn't want to picture...Well, Garcia maybe. "I really didn't mean to hurt Spencer, but right now isn't the time to discuss this, we need to find your brother". Hotch said. "Where's Reid?".
"That right, Spence has been gone a while". Jj said sounding slightly worried.
"He's probably on the roof having a smoke, trying to calm himself down".
"Reid smokes?". Chimed in Rossi. "How did we not know?". Throwing up his arms. "Anything else we don't know? Twin brother maybe?".
"You guys didn't know Spencer bats for the same team, let alone knowing he smokes". Shouta laughed. "I'll go find him". With that, Shouta got up and left.
15 minutes and a couple of cigarettes later, Reid thought it was time to go back in and face the music. He really didn't want to, he didn't want to see the look of disappointment and disgust on his coworker's faces. They were going to hate him, he can barely except himself let alone have anyone else do the same. But, Reid knew he needed to head back, he needed to stop feeling sorry for himself, and think about the main issue here, Kento.
Stubbing out his last smoke, Reid got up, but as he did, a buzz went off in his pocket. He bends down, picking up his messenger bag and holding the brown leather strap in his hand as he reached into his pocket, pulling out his phone. He'd half expected it to be Hotch or Shouta but to his surprise, it was neither. It was a message from a private number, he unlocked his phone and opened the text.
Reid's eyes widened in horror, glassing over as the sharp sting of tears pierced the back. His jaw hung agape, mouth going dry from the cold, crisp wind the ran around the roof. His bag slipping from his hand as his body becomes jelly. On his phone sat a photo, a photo of Kento. He was tied to a wooden chair, bloody and bruised, looking like he was straight out of a horror film. His eyes were purple and swollen, deep cuts danced across abdomen and bruises of all different colours, from all different healing times covered him from head to toe. But it wasn't long, another text came through and this time it was an address. 3662 Calin Way, Virginia. Come Alone.
What felt like hours, wasn't even a minute of silence. Reid got his sudden burst of anger, he turned quickly picking up anything closest to him and throwing it at the roof door. An old glass cup that had been the culprit of at least a years worth of neglect, was the first victim. The second, Reid's bag. The contents came flying out, including the small vile of Dilaudid. The final item to fall victim of Spencer's burst of anger was the bench, flipping it over, a lot lighter than he expected, but what did he expect? Reid saw nothing but red. Falling to his knees, and screamed. His gripped the sides of his long, brown hair and just pulled, pulled so hard that if he kept going he knew he'd pull it out. The loud screams were short lived, as they soon become muffled by the soft whimpers of Reid crying and the rigidness of his breathing. Letting go of his hair, his hands fell to his face, rumbling harshly. A small wince came from the back of his throat, he looked at his hand and a small puddle of blood sat in his palm. A cut sat on the top of his cheekbone, a trail of blood mades its way down his face slowly. A shard of glass must have ricosade back from the cup as it shattered against the door.
Spencer composed himself as he sat crossed legged on the cold concrete floor. He cleaned himself up before looking at the image one more time. He knew what he needed to do, he knew what he needed to do in order to save the man he loved.
Without another moment though, Reid collected up the scattered contents of his bag and headed towards the exist. He needed to save Kento, no matter what.
Shouta pushed against the stiff, metal door, nearly falling as it gave way. "Spencer?". He called. The roof was still, the sound of the wind whisled through his ears, but that was all. He looked around, calling Reid a couple more times before he noticed the state of the place. Broken glass, turned over bench and a photo. Bending down, Shouta picked up the photo, it was one the Spencer always kept in his bag, one of the three of them, the same one that Kento had as his laptop background. Shouta gave a shortlived smile, because Spencer was gone, he'd disappeared.
Running back to the ballpen and upto the round table room, crashing through the door, breathing heavily. "Shouta...". JJ asked concerned.
"He's gone!".
"What do you mean he's gone?". Hotch said as he stood quickly.
"The roof is a mess, whatever happened it looked like he left in a hurry". Shouta was worried, his heart raced, pins and needles traveled through his chest and he could taste iron on his tongue.
"Garcia!".
"Yes sir!".
"Reid's GPS - track it!".
"Yes sir!". Garcia saulted.
"Where do you think he's gone?". Emily's voice trembled with worry. Shouta looked up, wide-eyed with sudden realisation. "Kento!".