A/N: Hello my lovelies! I got three new reviews, but I can be greedy and I want more! Come on people! An OC in your name or a 100 word sneak peek to each person who reviews! So I left you on an ickle wickle cliffy, just to let you feel your heart drop. Well, have no fear, a new chapter is here!
30th June 2011. Chicago, Illinois, USA
Spencer POV
We walked together down the side alley, Amelia consciously moving closer with every step.
"Sorry," she said, when she was practically grabbing my arm, "I'm not good with the dark" she explained.
So, her list of fears at the moment was: Spiders, Planes, Heights and the Dark. That's not too many to contend with at the moment.
I smiled gently at her, "No worries. I'm not good with it either."
She grabbed my arm, halting me. She knelt down to tie her shoe, her hair falling in her face as she did so. "What kind of questions are we asking?" she asked, standing up again and brushing her hair out of her face.
I shrugged, "General stuff; anyone looking suspicious hanging around lately, that kind of thing." I said as we continued to walk. We were nearly at the opening of the street we wanted when someone grabbed Amelia. Her scream was cut off by a hand to her throat as she was dragged down another side alley before I could even blink.
I tore off after them. "Morgan. Hotch. Anyone, Amelia's been taken, repeat, Amelia has been taken. I'm in pursuit down the side alley's near Fifth and Maine." I shouted down my earpiece that I knew the others were wearing. I needed to make it to her before she ended up like the others. She could not end up another body to add to this bastard's tally.
AmeliaPOV
He dragged me down Side Street after Side Street. I kicked and struggled hard, but he responded to this by smacking my jaw with the butt of a gun, my gun.
"Another sound from you and this knife slices your throat." He said in a threatening tone, coming to a stop and pulling my hair back roughly, wielding the knife against my throat for good measure.
I spat the blood from my mouth, feeling it dribble down my chin and neck. I mentally assessed my injuries. My right arm was in agony; probably fractured from him pulling it behind my back too far. My jaw felt slightly fractured too and there was a cut on my face as I could feel the blood running down my cheek. My left eye felt swollen, so it would be safe to add a black eye to the growing list of injuries. There was a large lump and cut on my head too, from when he startled me by blitz attacking me, but besides that and some cuts and bruises there was nothing major. I was still alive. For now.
Well isn't this just peachy, I thought dryly as I still struggled slightly. "Why me?" I asked breathily; I was scared and it hurt to speak because of my jaw. "I'm not a prostitute" I whispered, hearing the pounding of footsteps.
I spat out another mouthful of my coppery tasting blood when I saw Spencer round the corner, gun out. The rest of the team weren't too far behind.
"Put your guns down! Or she dies." He said, pulling my hair so tightly that could not help but cry out,
"Fucking hell! You'll pull my hair out." I screamed, only to feel the knife press tighter to my throat and some blood dribble down my neck from the small cut he made, a mere 3 inches or so from the jugular.
"Shut up!" he shouted, pulling my arm back further, causing tears to leak out of my eyes.
I saw the others begin to put their guns away in their holsters. "You don't want to do this, she's a Federal Agent, let her go." Hotch said, moving forward.
I felt his grip on the knife loosen slightly, I took this as my opportunity.
I swung my head back full force, probably breaking his nose by the sound of the crunch. He cried out in pain, dropping the knife and my gun. I kneed him in the groin and quickly picked up my gun, watching him crumple to the ground.
"I should shoot you right here you Arsehole!" I said, spitting out yet more blood. "Cuff him Morgan." I said quietly, feeling the adrenaline leave my body at a rapid rate. "I think my right arm is broken, I might have a concussion too." I said quickly, trying to walk towards Spencer when everything began to spin.
The last thing I registered before falling was Spencer catching me, and then it all went black.
SpencerPOV
I caught her before she fell to the ground. She was light, barely weighed a thing. She looked terrible, that UnSub had certainly knocked her around a little before we got there. I carried her bridal style back to one of the SUVs.
"I should've been there." I said quietly to Garcia as we walked, feeling incredibly guilty, "This is my entire fault."
"Don't you dare Spencer, what could you have done?" she was literally just grabbed after a blitz attack. It all happened before you could blink. Now let's get her checked over." She said, climbing into the front after she helped lay Amelia on the back seat, her head resting in my lap. I took some tissues from the car and pressed them to her head, trying to stop the bleeding from her scalp.
I held her hand and stayed with her the entire time she was being examined. Now, all we had to do was wait for her to wake up.
AmeliaPOV
All I could hear was beeping, beep, beep, beep. It sounded like a heart monitor. I opened my eyes, groaning at the brightness, I was at the hospital. Great, just great. I tried to sit up, but hissed as I knocked my right arm. I looked and saw the team sitting there, waiting for me to wake up.
"I feel like I've been run over by a Bus." I said weakly, managing to sit up slightly. "What's the damage?" I asked.
"Severely fractured right arm, fractured jaw, cuts and bruises. Nothing too major" Garcia said, handing me a glass of water. "The Doctor said you can be discharged once you wake up. Reid said he'll bring you back. We need to sort out everything for the flight home tomorrow. Feel better." She finished. The others stood as well, leaving until there was just me and Spence left in the room. I sat up fully, swinging my legs gently over the side of the bed and taking the clothes that Spence had obviously retrieved from my bag.
"Before you say anything, this isn't your fault." I whispered, "Okay, I will not have you feel guilty for this." I said, squeezing his arm lightly. "Thank you for coming to look for me." I added, heading to the bathroom.
I emerged, dressed and ready to go. I argued with a Doctor as they were adamant I needed to leave in a wheelchair.
I huffed, "This is degrading, and stupid."
He chuckled, pushing me towards the SUV. "I like pushing you around."
Next Day
We bundled onto the jet, "Amelia, you are made to stay out of the field for two weeks." Hotch said, as we took off.
I groaned, "Well this is a good start. I hope nothing exciting happens whilst I'm Garcia's bitch.
The team chuckled, "With our job, peace is welcome."
I rested my head against the window and fell asleep, ready for a few weeks of peace after a whirlwind few days.
A/N: That's the case finished. New case starts next chapter. I'll be skipping a month into the future. See you then! Remember to review!
