Hey ya'll! I have weird news, kinda. As you all know, my internet connection is such an ass. I wanted to update this like freaking three day ago but at least I get to read stuff on my iPhone! Yippee!

So sadly, there are only a few more chapters left. Maybe three or four, not so sure. But there's I good possibility I'll be making other stories involving Criminal Minds so yay!

Enjoy!

!WARNING!: this chapter will have violence and more swearing than previous chapters.

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Chapter 10: The Call

Garcia propped her face on her hand as she just sat there, staring at her computer screen. She had been distracted since Reid was taken, she hoped he was okay. She remembered talking with Morgan and then he just hung up on her after silence, little did they both know Reid needed help. Garcia began to think through the conversations her and the team had had after the genius was taken.

Just then, an idea instantly popped into her head and she instantly began to type. She hacked into the Bourne's computer system and looked around. She knew they were a rich family, perhaps they had security cameras. She looked around and sighed with relief when she discovered they did. She looked around for the spot Morgan and Reid were in before the abduction.

She spotted the tip of Morgan's head on the right corner of the screen and Reid standing s few feet away, with his hands stuffed in his pockets. She watched him stare with curiosity at the black van a few yards away from him. He looked back at Morgan and then the van. She covered her mouth as she watched the young genius open the back doors and climb in the back. After a few minutes later, she watched Bruce Green walk up the van and cock his head to the side as to why the doors were open.

"No," she mumbled to herself when she watched him spot Reid. Garcia felt helpless as she saw Reid look for his gun but it wasn't there. Bruce slammed the doors, causing Morgan to shut his phone and look around. She gasped as the van almost ran over her 'Chocolate God'.

"Oh my gosh," she mumbled and scrambled around for her phone.

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Morgan had just entered the police station when his phone buzzed; he dug his hand in his pocket and answered it.

"Hey, baby girl. I hope you slept better than I did last night," he said, rubbing his exhausted eyes.

"I know why Bruce took Reid!" Garcia said down the phone, making Morgan jump a little.

"Really? Hold on," Morgan said, he spotted Hotch over in front of the bulletin board and ran over to him. He tapped his boss on the shoulder making him turn around.

"Garcia knows why Bruce took Reid," he said and then put his phone on speaker. "Okay, baby girl, you're in the spotlight."

"Okay, so I viewed the Bourne's security footage and it looks like Bruce had to choice but to take Reid," Garcia said.

"What?" Hotchner asked.

"Here, I'll email it to you," Garcia said and put herself on hold.

Hotch opened his laptop and pulled up his emails to await the video. When it finally came up on his inbox he clicked it immediately and turned it to where Morgan could see. As he watched the video, a rush of guiltiness flooded him.

"Oh God. No," he said as Bruce shut the door. And all he did was stand there, while Reid was being taken. Right behind him. Morgan stood up and pushed his chair in roughly, he put his hands on the top of his head.

"Son of a bitch!" he yelled.

"Morgan I need you to calm down, think about Reid," Hotch said. Morgan looked back at him and sighed.

"Right," he said. "But there has to be something we can do, Hotch."

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Reid sat there with concerned eyes as he watched Carter pace the basement, taking frustrating breaths and kicking the walls. She had been at it for at least ten minutes, sometime it's better to let anger out, but maybe she had had enough anger for one day.

"Carter, please calm down," he asked her, feeling his aching head. His headaches had been getting worse, and talking didn't help much at all. Carter stopped pacing and looked at him. Her arms were still tense and her eyes were pierced with anger.

"I'll be calm when that son of a bitch lets us go. I'm not staying here, Spencer. I just can't take this room anymore. Do you know the last time I was outside? My skin is getting paler every day," she said. Reid held up his bound hands to let her know he wanted to speak.

"I figured that, I just thought taking your anger out on the wall and pacing everywhere won't help," he said. Carter looked at him and then at the ground. He watched her arms relax and she finally sat down.

"Then what do you do when you're angry or upset? Normally I would listen to music but…it's at home," she said.

"I read to get my mind off of things that anger me. Do you like to read?" Reid asked her. Carter shrugged.

"I read sometimes. But I'm not very fast at all. Can you read fast?" she asked. Reid looked at her, knowing she wouldn't believe him after he told her.

"I can read twenty thousand words per minute," he said. Carter stared at him for the longest time.

"No way," she said with a small smile. Reid nodded at her. "That's insane."

"I'm not all that normal," Reid said.

"Well, everyone has their own likes," Carter said. "You can't be that bad."

"Let's just say, I was born with a very active mind," Reid said. Carter looked at him for a while, trying to figure out what he meant, but before she could say something, the door busted open and Bruce stormed down the stair steps.

"Just talk to them already!" he yelled and walked over to Reid with a phone in his hands.

"What are you talking about?" he asked, scooting away from the man before he could yank him up by the torso.

"They've been trying to call me! Just talk to them so they'll shut up!" Bruce yelled. He put his hands on his head and paced the basement, mumbling stuff as he did. Reid stared at him with a confused face until the phone in his hand began to buzz.

"Answer it!" Bruce commanded. Reid flinched.

"Okay, okay," he said and was about to flip it open till his captor stopped him. Bruce grabbed Carter and held a knife to her throat.

"Tell them you don't want their help. Tell them you're mad at them for not saving you. And make sure you do it quickly, I don't want them to trace the call," he said. Reid stared at him and then at Carter, her eyes pleaded for him to not do it, she wanted to get out so bad but yet she didn't want to get hurt. Neither did Reid. The genius took in a large breath and opened the phone, he pressed it against his ear with both of his bound hands.

"Hello?" he asked.

"Reid is that you? Om my gosh," he heard Garcia gasp on the other line. Reid opened his mouth to talk but another voice interrupted.

"Hey Pretty Boy, you okay?" a voice asked that could only be Morgan's. Reid looked back at Bruce, who had a tight hand clamped over Carter's mouth and pressed the tip of his knife closer to her throat, a drop of blood beginning to leak out. He closed his eyes shut and prayed what he would say his friend's would get.

"…no I'm not okay. In fact, I'm about to tell you off, so record this so you'll know how okay I am," he said and then paused before speaking again. "I'm extremely mad at you guys for letting me be taken by Bruce to some abandoned neighborhood. This basement is too cold and we are miserable here and-" Reid stopped as Bruce let go of Carter and ran to the phone.

"I know what you're doing," he yelled and yanked the phone out of his hand. He pushed Reid to the ground and then kicked him in the stomach. He looked up weakly at Carter, who was feeling her neck and looking at her hand.

"Uh, Spencer?" she asked in horror.

"It's okay, he didn't cut you too much," Reid assured before he was kicked in the stomach again.

"I'm going to find you, you bastard!" he could hear Morgan shout through the phone.

"I don't think so," Bruce said and then hung up the phone. He looked back down at Reid.

"You sneaky little shit," he said before kicking Reid in the stomach again and then once more. Reid's cries became louder the more he was kicked; he bit his lip so he would sound stronger. Bruce was just so enraged; he picked Reid up by the torso and punched him in the face over and over, mainly hitting him in his left eye. Carter stood up and began to pound on Bruce's back with her duct taped hands.

"Stop it!" she shrieked. Their captor dropped Reid and turned around to backhand Carter across the face. He blew her so hard she stumbled backwards and hit her head against the wall.

"No," Reid cried with as much voice as he could muster. He watched helplessly as Carter closed her eyes and slumped down the wall to the ground. Reid felt an angry rush fly in his blood, he stood up and slammed Bruce against the wall while he was caught off guard.

"She's just a kid," he shouted, trying to keep Bruce still as he struggled against the wall. Reid set his elbow on Bruce's throat. His captor had enough strength to push Reid away and gasped for air. The genius didn't have enough time to get back up before Bruce grabbed the back of his shirt and threw his head first into the wall. Reid finally gave up and just laid there as the beating in his head was just too much. Bruce stood above him and laughed at him.

"Next time I won't go so easy on you," he said. He looked over at Carter, whose eyes were still closed.

"I should've killed that little bitch when I had the time, someone as weak as her won't last so long," he said. Reid coiled his lips and reached for Bruce's foot to trip him, but the oldest moved his foot just in time and mockingly laughed some more.

"You're going to have to be quicker than that," he said and made his way upstairs. Reid looked over at Carter and found no strength to get up. He ignored the pain in his body and scooted his body over to hers. He pulled a loose strand of her hair away from her eyes.

"Carter," he whispered, not finding his voice in all the pain his head was in. "Carter," he tried again. He moved his hands over and shook one of her shoulders.

"P-please wake up," he said weakly. A flood of relief flooded through him as he heard a weak moan from her as a response.

"S-spencer.." she whispered.

"Are you okay?" Reid asked her.

"I just w-want to sleep. Too much p-pain in my head," she said. Reid nodded and laid his head right beside her. The word sleep never sounded better to him, or maybe he was just passing out…