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"Reid…" A dreamy voice said, floating through the muddled darkness that had become Reid's brain. He wasn't overly aware of anything besides that the pain in his body, from his aching cracked ribs, to his dislocated shoulder, had all but disappeared. In his painless bliss he sighed happily, forgoing any worry that maybe he should be feeling the pain.

"Reid, so help me if you don't open your damn eyes I will kick you in the balls right now." The voice said, a little more demanding and all but shattering the dreamy, painless place in his brain. His eyes sluggishly blinked open and he noticed that his hands were tied to a chair, and that he could feel another person's hands at his back. He lifted his head and saw that he was in a large open space and everything was hazy. Perhaps it was the fact that his sight was slightly off or that he finally registered the painlessness in his body, but whatever the reason, Reid finally noted the narcotic in his system.

"No." He moaned out, praying to any deity that he was just imagining the effects of Dilaudid coursing through his bloodstream. Spencer did not want to deal with it again, with the debilitating addiction and the even harder withdrawal.

"Look, Reid, I'm in the same boat as you right now but I need you to try to throw your brain together and use it." Charlie said from behind him, sounding surprisingly sober.

"They, they drugged me." He whimpered, his mind figuring out which way his addiction might go, from being able to get off of the drugs, or becoming an addicted mess.

"Me too. I get it okay? I'm going to go insane with this addiction again, but we need to get out of here." She told him, her hand grabbing his from where they were tied behind their backs.

"Where is here?" He asked, his shaking hands grabbing hers for comfort.

"Some abandoned warehouse, I think?" She replied and her hand momentarily clenched against his. Her palms were sweaty and she was shaking a little bit too hard.

"Did they stop drugging you?" Reid questions, his mind noting that even though they are both more than worse for wear when on drugs, either one of them is death warmed over when going through withdrawal.

"Not yet today." Her voice sounded slightly odd. She usually had a strong voice, filled with the confidence she felt, but her voice was weak and watery it radiated with need for the drug.

"Do you remember how they got you?" Reid thought this over through his muddled brain. He remembered walking angrily away from Hotch and everyone else, the fast pace he took through the side streets of Las Vegas and the two men that jumped him from behind. His heart almost stopped when he remembered the almost non-existent prick in his neck and then everything going dark. If he didn't have such a good memory he also wouldn't have remembered the struggle he put up.

"They jumped me. And uh, I think I broke Dmitri's arm. It could have been Darius though, they look the same." He told her. Charlie smiled at the thought of Reid using his training to break someone's arm.

"We still need to get out of here." Charlie's breath caught suddenly as a wave of tremors spread through her body. She hadn't been given much Heroin but it was still enough for her body and mind to recognize it and crave it again. Thankfully she wouldn't have overly bad withdrawals, as long as she didn't continue to use it.

"I'm so sorry, but you two aren't going anywhere." Darius said as he meandered into the large room from a door off to the left of Reid. The ceiling was high and warehouse-like, and there were a few oil barrels and crate holders still lying around. Charlie glared at him as he came closer.

"Awe, now that you aren't high as a kite you're unhappy? Well I can help you with that…" He crooned at her as he pulled out a new syringe and vile of what Charlie could only assume was heroin.

"Leave her alone." Reid exclaimed as loudly as he could in his inebriated state. What he got in return was a backhand smack across the face that left him seeing black and white dots floating across his vision. Charlie cringed at the sound of her partner being hit, but even more so at the drugs that were to be entered into her system.

"Why can't you just torture me instead? Break out the knives and sharp objects and cut me up…" She muttered angrily as Darius came to face her with a loaded needle. She eyed it warily and gave Darius another death glare.

"Well I can always pull off these jeans here and see what Gray there finds so great." Darius whispered in her ear in what would have been a loving gesture had it not been that he was a raging psychopath. Charlie was too fearful of his words and didn't even notice when the needle slid into her slack arm, she did however notice the feeling of euphoria spreading through her body.

Suddenly Charlie was grabbed by her hair, its long brown locks tightly coiled in Darius' fingers, to look im in the eye. He was slightly blurry from her drugged perspective but she could still identify the menacing look in his eyes.

"Listen here bitch and listen well: You and your partner here are on death row and the drugs that I am pumping you full of are a gift, for… Well let's say they're for being such good guards and I guess acquaintances to me and my brother; even if he did break his arm." Darius said and then a smile crept onto his face, "Speaking of broken arms…" Darius quickly moved to Reid's side and grabbed his left arm, where his shoulder was dislocated and promptly re-dislocated it. Reid's scream of pain was short lived as Darius cut him off by squeezing his hand around his throat. All Reid could do was wheeze helplessly and feel the burn of his shoulder that knocked away the pleasure of the Dilaudid.

"I hated you the most, always thinking you're so much smarter than everyone else. That condescending look in your eyes, you disgust me." With that said he pulled his gun from the waist band of his pants and used the butt of it to knock Spencer into unconsciousness.

"Don' touch him!" Charlie slurred. Darius was quite suddenly in front of her again, she hadn't even noticed him moving.

"Shut up you little whore." He hissed and then Charlie's vision went black.

It was only a little while later that Reid came to. His shoulder was throbbing and his stomach was twisting. He could feel his hands shaking behind his back and knew immediately he was having mild withdrawals. He could feel dried blood sticking to his face and pulling against his hair every time he turned his face. Groaning he reached to grab Charlie's fingers behind him. Her hands were cold as ice and for one hideous moment he thought she may have been dead. That moment, however, passed when he heard her move and start retching. Reid cringed as he heard a small amount of liquid patter against the cement floor.

"Charlie?" He asked quietly. His head was throbbing terribly and he couldn't see very well. Just saying Charlie's name sent splinters of pain racing through his brain.

"I'm 'kay, jus' nauseous." She replied in a slurred and almost drunken voice.

"How much did he give you?"

"Nothing more, he hit me in the head." Charlie almost whined in pain when talking felt like someone had taken a hammer to her skull.

"Same." Reid told her, in a quieter voice, the room had started to spin and was making him nauseous, so he shut his eyes and didn't even notice when he fell into unconsciousness.

"Reid?" Charlie questioned in the silence that had enveloped them, "Reid?" Her fingers clenched his and she tried again to get him to answer her.

"Reid, c'mon, need to stay awake!" She mumbled, trying to get her thoughts in order and quell the panic that had started to rise in her. Her breath started to hitch and her chest became tight.

"Reid, please wake up." She sobbed as the situation got the best of her. She was afraid, she never liked to admit it, but she was. She couldn't handle this alone, and even though Reid was kidnapped right alongside her, she was thankful. She needed someone with her at that moment. But with Reid out cold like he was she felt completely alone. She was terrified, her breath hitching in uncontrollable sobs that left her gasping for air and her head pounding even more. Tears streamed down her face, destroying her already ruined make up even more. She was wishing for anyone to be with her, she wanted Reid to be awake, she wanted her older sister and her motherly gestures, her older brother and his secret comfort, her dad even! But most of all she wanted Danny, he was the only one who could calm her down and understand her. He knew her the best out of anyone in the world. He stopped her drug addiction time and time again…

"I… I can't do this...Not… Not again!" She cried before she became lost in trying to breathe through her sobbing.

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"I was starting to wonder when she'd lose it." Dmitri said as he lit up a cigarette in the corner of the large warehouse room. Lily Charleston's hysterical crying echoed throughout and Dmitri and Darius barely even noticed it.

"But did you notice it?" Darius asked. Dmitri raised and eyebrow.

"That he called her Charlie? Yeah I noticed, why?"

"Well that's not her name." Darius replied like it was obvious. Dmitri sighed and smacked him upside the head.

"It's a shortened version of her last name you dumbass." Closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose, Dmitri pondered why he had ever agreed to work with his idiot, psychopathic brother.

"Anyway, we need to bring Ralf here, keep them drugged up and make him believe that they're the murderers and not us." Darius nodded his agreement, and the two headed out, leaving the warehouse unguarded.

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"He's been taken." Steve said as he walked through the conference room doors, an angry look marring his features.

"You're sure?" Jake asked as the agents in the room became more agitated. Morgan's shoulder throbbed in pain, reminding him what Reid had done, but that didn't mean anything to him. Reid was his best friend; he couldn't let anything happen to him, not again, not after Hankel.

Danny looked worriedly at his brother, he was very on edge since Charlie had been taken, but Reid now too? He didn't want to lose his new friend, or Charlie's partner for that matter.

"I found his phone and his sun glasses." He brought the two items from his pocket. Both were broken, the sun glasses lenses were broken and the phone was smashed.

"There goes tracking him." Ace muttered as he and Aaron joined the others.

"Alright, call Adhey and tell us to meet us at this location," Jake ordered pointing to where Reid had circled on the map, "He doesn't move until we all get there." His team nodded their agreement and they started getting ready. They had some SWAT machine guns packed with them, as well as their glocks.

"We're coming too." Hotch announced as his team stood with him. Jake sighed and ran a hand over his face.

"And me." Danny added quietly from where he sat at his brother's side.

"Danny…" Jake started but Danny stopped him.

"If she's freaking out or if anything bad has happened you know she'll want me there." He said with an unwavering certainty.

"Alright, but you are to stay out of the warehouse until my men and I have cleared it, understood?" Danny nodded, "We don't even know if they are even there for sure though…" Jake added, making sure his younger brother knew that there was a possibility of not finding their sister.

"As for you Feds, you'll be waiting outside until we clear the building as well." Jake ordered, Hotch started to protest until Aaron held up his hand, signalling him to stop.

"Think of us as a SWAT team, you don't usually go in a dangerous situation until SWAT goes in first, and seeing as these are our operatives, we will go in first and you will wait for us." Aaron told him. Hotch, never one to back down from a fight, had no choice but to back down from the fight. He couldn't argue with their logic and he didn't want any of his team member shot by one of the marine operatives. (Or in Morgan's case, shot again.)

"Fine, we'll do it your way." Hotch agreed and some of the stress melted off Jake's very stressed and serious face. His team, now ready and suited up, waited for his order as the FBI agents strapped on bullet proof vests and informed the local police of what was happening.

Hopefully this would be an easy grab and go, but when dealing with Charlie or Reid, nothing was ever as easy as it first looked.

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I seriously have no idea where all this angst came from, it just kind of exploded out of me! I hadn't even planned on doing this to them, but it just kind of happened. I guess all the angst in my life decided to be put into words. Anyway, thank you so much for reading and sticking with the story for as long as you have. Please Review with love!

~Love SpiderKate