Reid speaks in a hushed tone, almost like he's whispering. But not quite. He acts calm and perfectly relaxed like he was just telling me something about himself. I can tell he wants me to act the same, so I quickly speak up with randomness.

"So, you graduated at twelve." I begin averagely. "I take it you were focused more on school than anything else?"

He shifts awkwardly, then nods to confirm. "Yeah. Well, when I was still in school, I was bullied. Like, a lot." He glances around the room, only stopping on a bookshelf nearby. He walks to it, lifts a book, and shows me it. "They - high schoolers - tried to burn this book. See?" The bottom left corner of the thick rusty red book is charred. I can't read the title, it's so old.

"Wow, that fucking sucks." I say sympathetically. He sets the book down in a different spot, on top of the shelf near a lamp.

"I wish they had burnt it." He mutters under his breath, but purposely loud enough for me to hear. "It was just a stupid Sociology book with nothing too helpful." He informs me. "They also tied me to a pole - stripped naked - just for the fun of it."

I realize what he's doing. He set the book perfectly aligned as if blocking something. Whatever is being used to watch us is now blocked by the book. He's playing normal and I have to play along.

Reid's phone vibrates again. Garcia texted him again. He hands me the phone skeptically.

You've blocked the camera but there's more. You've got to get out of there now. Go to the jet.

Garcia sure knew how to avoid all the text language. Props to her, because I can't text without using "u" and "lol".

My eyes widen, but I keep everything else calmed. He bites the corner of his lip and sighs. He drops his shadowed, solemn eyes down to the wooden floor below us.

"Well," He states blankly, putting his phone back in his pocket. "Time to meet the rest of the team." He offers his hand, which I take apprehensively. I want to ask where we're going, but I already know. And boy, do I hate planes.

The only things we make sure we have are our phones and car keys. We take his truck, a dark crimson color with windows tinted so much it's hard to even look out of them. I'm sure it's for protection against whoever is still after him, especially that kidnapper's posse.

It's maybe a fifteen minute ride listening to some random popular songs on the radio in the silence. I don't mind, considering music is a thing that doesn't matter to me; I have no real preference for genres at all. Same with books. And movies. Pretty much everything sways in every which way for me.

We hop onto the jet at nine p.m. or so and we first chat with Garcia.

"Oh, Reid, I can't believe we found the cameras. Kid, are you alright?" She inspects Spencer like he was attacked again. She only turns to me when he says he's perfectly fine. "And what about you? I'm sorry we've dragged you into this." She tells me. I tell her I'm okay and there's nothing to worry about.

Derek Morgan is the next person to file onto the plane. He hugs Garcia briefly and then turns to Reid. "Hey, pretty boy, your face isn't half as puffy anymore!" He chuckles a bit, and so does Reid. "Still got some tiny scars from the cuts."

"I'm fine, don't you worry about me." Reid laughs.

"If a line of purple and black along your jaw and slices on your cheekbones are define under your terms of fine," Garcia sighs, "Then you sir have finally lost it completely."

"The kid's just like Einstein, he's already lost it!" Morgan snorts.

JJ and one other man slide in before the door shuts behind them, sealing us in. The man is tall, with short dark hair and a stern, almost blank expression. I shift uncomfortably in my seat next to Reid.

"I see you tagged along," He tells me. "I'm Hotchner." He sits down across from us, followed by JJ. Morgan and Garcia sit nearby.

"Hotch for short," Garcia announces. Hotch glances at her, and all she does is give him a cheap smile.

"Where's everyone else?" Reid asks, a hint of curiosity laced through his voice. Everyone else? I think with confusion.

JJ and Garcia shrug in unison, Hotch raises his eyebrows, and Morgan speaks up. "Stayed behind. They're tracking the cameras." He sounds uneasy like he was keeping more from us. Reid can tell too, because he meets my eyes for a brief moment with a look of betrayal.

It's silent for a while before the jet roars to live. I tense up, clutching the arm rests fearfully.

"You okay?" Reid whispers while the rest of the team talks of randomness. I nod, but he gives me a cold look of "really now?". I chew on the inside of my cheek before speaking.

"I've always hated planes." I muttered under my breath.

"I have too." He tells me with a small grin. He sets his hand over mine lightly and crosses the other one over his stomach relaxingly. And with that, we take off to the skies, raising above the flat clouds and over the busy city lights below.