A/N: Two updates in one day? Aren't you all so lucky? Remember I added Chapter 13 earlier and it is imperative that you read that one first!Hehe, to be perfectly honest I couldn't sit still thinking of leaving you guys in such a cliffy so I've decided to add another chapter. If you are all good little readers and review maybe I'll go three for three? This case will only be four to five chapters long at the absolute most. It will be three at the very least. I want to drag it out so as to create drama, and then my inner fluff monster can be unleashed. Thanks to TheMysteriousGeek2345 for making the connection between the deadline and Amelia. On with the story! Also, Cambus Cross is a place name I just made up, if there is one is Missouri that would be pretty funny though. If there actually is a Cambus Cross, I would love to know. Anyway, i'll stop my long winded AN since you probably just skip past it anyway. On With the Story!
I OWN NOTHING!
9th – 11th September, Cambus Cross, Missouri USA
Spencer POV
I felt like crying, and screaming, and punching something all at once. Her scream cut through me like a knife, piercing my heart and draining me of all happy emotion. We raced to the PD, we had three days to get her back and by hook or by crook we were going to do it. Or I wasn't Doctor Spencer Reid.
"Garcia, try to get the video link back, try to track it. We need eyes on them ASAP. Reid, Morgan, keep doing geographical, Victimology, somewhere this guy has made a mistake. JJ, Prentiss, go to the crime scenes. Rossi, speak to the coroner again. I need to inform Strauss." Hotch said, looking grave and stonier faced than usual.
I looked to where Amelia's work was and saw her gun. I picked it up, putting the safety on and sliding it into my pocket. I went to my phone, scrolling through it until I found a picture of Amelia and I from yesterday, was it only yesterday? It seemed like a lifetime ago. It was after we had made our pillow fort, she was smiling brightly, doing a daft pose and eating Oreos, and I was smiling and stealing a sideways glance at her whilst eating a redvine.
"I will find you my love." I whispered, tracing her face gently with my thumb. I left the picture out on my desk, before gathering her work and beginning to look through it with Morgan.
One sheet of paper caught my eye. It was a list of the possible jobs that the Unsub could have that would allow him access to medical records: doctor, nurse, therapist, social security worker, computer hacker. The last one was underlined several times in red ink.
I smiled very weakly, "I think Amy figured out his job." I said, passing the paper to Morgan.
He took it and laughed weakly, "Of course she did. We will find her Reid. It won't be like what happened with Maeve." He said, touching my shoulder gently.
I nodded, moving to continue my work. We had been at this for days, our deadline was tomorrow and we were no closer to finding her dead or alive, I was starting to panic. I needed to find her. I needed to tell her how much I loved her.
Suddenly I heard Garcia shout "I've got visual and audio."
I ran towards her screen, and I was shocked at what I saw before me.
Amelia POV
Time passed very slowly in this hellhole. I don't know how long I've been here, hanging out, pun intended. Days? Hours? None of it was relative. My toes were bled raw from having to put pressure on them and my arms felt like they were going to be pulled out of their sockets any second now. I had cuts all over, this sicko loved a knife. I knew what his end game was; torture and starve me until I give in to his twisted little game.
Well I'm sorry, that isn't going to happen. I'm not letting him touch me and wear one of these ugly wedding dresses. I looked to the wall, where the red light from the camera was flashing again. The team were watching; don't let them see you cry.
But it was no use, I cried, I screamed, I tried to lift myself up to pull these chains off the ceiling, but it was no use. He wasn't here right now, thankfully. I looked around the room, trying to ascertain something about my surroundings.
There was a small window, too small for anyone to climb out of, but the moon was out. Also I heard traffic faintly, near a highway maybe? Damn I wish I was good with maps.
I fought and struggled with my confinements, but it was no use, they were cutting into my skin. I looked to the flashing red dot. "Please," I whispered hoarsely, "Please help me." I begged when I heard the door open.
It was him.
He was still wearing that infernal mask. It scared me, but I showed a mask of indifference. He reached above me, and unhooked my chained wrists from the ceiling.
It startled me and I fell, but that didn't stop me from making a run for it.
"Not this time my pretty." He said, grabbing me around the waist.
I screamed, I struggled, I kicked. He held a knife to my throat. "Stop struggling, just give in. it will make your life much easier."
I spat, "No."
He shrugged, "suit yourself." He said, taking my chained hands and strapping me to a chair. He sat across from me. "Now, you and I are going to have a little chat." He said, he removed his mask as his back was to the camera. "Your little team is watching so I suggest you be wise. We've met before, can you tell me where?"
"Two days ago, on the 8th. I was near the PD when you asked for my help to load a wheelchair, I did and you drugged me with ketamine? Or was it Dilaudid? GHB?" I spat, and he slapped me, hard.
"No, that's not right! Tell me where have we met before?"
"I don't know." I screamed back at him, crying out when he slapped me again.
"You do! And I know you remember." He leered, his hands cruising up my thighs.
I screamed "Don't you touch me. You have no right to touch me!"
"I do, you belong to me! Your innocence belongs to me, and tomorrow. I will take it. You should've perished almost 10 years to the day. That was what God intended, you cheated God of a death, and now you pay the price." He hit me again and it all went black.
Spencer POV
I punched a wall, hard. I didn't help as I thought it would. There she was screaming in front of me and I could do nothing to help her. Our deadline was only two hours away, and we were no closer to finding her. I began to pray to every deity, any deity, to bring her back to me alive. This was too much like Maeve. It couldn't end the same way. It needed to end differently. She needs to know how much I love her.
An hour now, was that all that was left? We were going to lose her. I just know that we're going to lose her and there's nothing I can do. Garcia was checking out convicted computer hackers but we were clutching at our final straws.
Half an hour left and our coverage began again, like we were all watching a reality TV show from hell. This would all end soon. I was scared.
AmeliaPOV
He must've knocked me out again. I woke and there was a wedding dress at my feet. "Only a half hour left until your fate is sealed and your team are not here. Do you have any last words before we begin the end?" he asked, bringing the camera to right in front of me.
This was it. This was the end. "Um, hi I guess. I know we've only known each other a short time. But you are the best workers and friends I could ever ask for. Tell my parents I died in a car accident or something, they can't know the truth. Hotch, Rossi. You guys were like dads, and it was great to have you both when my own father couldn't be here. Morgan, you're like the brother I never got to have. I'll miss our prank wars. Girls, you were the sisters I never got. I loved our nights out clubbing. Spencer, oh god Spence. I'll miss you the most. You're my best friend. We do everything together. I need to tell you, I need you to know before I die. I love you. I think I've loved you since I first met you. I'm just sorry I never got the chance to tell you in person. I want you all to be happy, and raise a glass to remember me by." I said, the tears flowing freely.
"How touching." He sneered. "I guess I should reveal a little secret. 10 years ago today, a man saved you from the burning ruins of the World Trade Centre. That man was me. I've wanted you ever since. But I couldn't have you. So I killed, and killed. The thing is that my wife died in 9/11. I saved you instead of my wife. This is your entire fault. You should've died that day. Not her, you deserved to.
"I was an eleven year old girl." I cried, "I didn't know. I'm sorry"
"That's not good enough" he screamed, leaving the room to get the final touches to my outfit. Think Amelia think. He can hear you so you can't speak; your hands are tied so you can't use sign languages. Aha! Morse code! "This is for you Spencer" I mouthed. Before I began my coded blink: He is a computer hacker, his name is John. I am in an abandoned building near the main highway out of Cambus Cross. He says I'll go with the others. I think there is a cemetery nearby. Please hurry.
Spencer POV
Her words raised me up and crashed me down. She loved me! But our time was up. I watched the screen with a frown. What was for me?
"What is she doing? She's just blinking weird." Morgan said.
I frowned in concentration. "Morse code! She's doing Morse Code!" I wound the feed it back and watched it again, writing furiously.
"If we take the blinks as dots and the pauses between them as dashes we get this message. He is a computer hacker. His name is John. I am in an abandoned building near a main highway out of Cambus Cross. He says I'll go with the others. I think there is a cemetery nearby. Please hurry."
Garcia pulled up a map. One place matched our location. It was 10 minutes away.
"We found her. I can't believe we found her. I'm coming Amelia," I whispered to her picture as we ran to the SUVs, putting on the sirens. The race was on.
A/N: Well Done Spencer! Again there's another little cliffy for you all. If this can reach 35 reviews before I go to bed at 10PM GMT, then you shall get the newest chapter tonight. Otherwise, you will have to wait until I do get 35 reviews. So review review review my lovelies!
