Part 5: Capture

"Imagination is more important than knowledge." - Albert Einstein

The room was silent, and the vanilla candle had been extinguished leaving only a fading remnant of the smell. The unsub had left, claiming that he had to go talk to Morgan.

Spencer had tried to talk the unsub into letting him go, but the unsub always changed the subject.

The unsub had kept talking about Spencer's greatness the way a lunch might go if a fangirl got to sit with her idol. The unsub always revealed that he knew Spencer's father, and that they worked together at Georgetown. It almost made Spencer glad that he had never called his father, as he apparently had some questionable friends.

Spencer took a slow, deliberate breath. He hadn't heard anything from his captor in a long time. Spencer wasn't quite sure how long it had been but with his headache growing by the minute, as well as his paranoia, it seemed like it had been years.

He was contemplating an escape. As a student of magic, he had learned some of the major crowd-pleasing tricks, including escaping from restraints. Though having not prepared for being tied up, (and having none of the usual tools like picks and hidden keys), he was going to have to try to make himself as calm as possible.

He took another slow, deliberate breath. He tried to imagine that his bones were those of a jellyfish. He started with his left wrist trying to slowly move it out of the rope. He kept convincing himself that he was on stage, and that this was only a trick.

The more Spencer tried, the tighter the ropes seemed to get. He went through his head trying to think of a memory that might calm him down, but the more he tried the more it seemed that his mind wanted to scramble itself. He forced himself to take another deep breath. He wondered if he couldn't escape if he could figure out a way to contact the team.

If he hadn't been kidnapped, he wondered what they would be doing right now in Cleveland. He could see how the case might play out if they were actually there in his head, and imagining that for now seemed to help him calm down.

"A book is like a garden carried in the pocket." - Chinese Proverb
An hour before the OED exchange:

William Reid sat at his office computer, typing furiously. He had been trying to work on a novel reminiscent of the Russian literature he loved. He had been working on it for almost a decade, something to tool with during the few minutes of free time he had.

He had just gotten off the phone with his friend Mark, and he had a sudden inspiration. Mark had been mumbling some nonsense about the fact he was probably not going to make it tomorrow to lunch because he was going to be arrested. Mark had only vaguely said something about doing something that might be considered kidnapping. William hadn't heard all the details because Mark had been fading in and out.

William hadn't thought much of the phone call, only thinking it would be a good idea if someone was wrongly accused of a crime in his book.

A loud heavy knock sounded on his door, and he looked up to find a man and a woman standing in his doorway, but were wearing dark suits, and had grim expressions on their face.

William wondered if perhaps they were from the administration. He didn't have time to hear about one of the silly agreements that occasionally came up between the administration and staff. He was never really into the politics that ran at the school, but he had to deal with them constantly ever since he had been elected chair of the English department last year.

He was always getting visits from interns and other non-important people informing him of information that they thought he needed to know. "Can I help you?" He asked suspiciously. They didn't appear like interns but he was certain he wasn't going to like what they had to say.

The man took out his badge from his jacket as he walked farther into the room. "Dr. Reid, I am Supervisory Special Agent Aaron Hotchner, and this is Supervisory Special Agent Jennifer Jarreau." He pointed to the blond only a half step behind him.

The agents sat carefully in the two chairs in front of William's desk. "We need to talk to you about your son, Spencer." Agent Jarreau said.

"What about him, couldn't you ask him, doesn't he work with you guys?"

"Dr. Reid was kidnapped earlier today, and we are trying every lead possible."

William's face suddenly paled as he realized what Mark's call had been about, especially as he remembered all the questions that Mark always seemed to ask him about Spencer.

"Intelligence is quickness is seeing things how they are." – George Santayana

Marc Bowden scanned the crowd for Derek Morgan. Bowden was about an fifteen minutes early for the drop, but he was sure that Agent Morgan would be here.

He probably should just calm down, and wait for the agent to find him. That was supposed to be the plan anyway. Bowden wondered if he should have planned this kidnapping out more. He probably shouldn't have even kidnapped Spencer, but he wasn't sure the young doctor would actually agree to a date.

Bowden still could have figured out a better way to go about everything. He had been nervous all day, and he wasn't enjoying spending time with Spencer as much as he thought. It was hard to though whenever he touched Spencer and Spencer flinched. It made Bowden feel like he was Quasimodo or some other wretched looking creature.

"Marc Bowden, you are under arrest for the kidnapping of a federal agent." He heard a deep masculine voice behind him, and realized it was not Derek Morgan, but recently out of retirement agent David Rossi.