A/N: Hey everyone, how you guys doing? Well here is another chapter for you all, I hope this begins to provide more insight of what took place when Reid was taken. Thank your all for the review and everything else. I was smiling from ear to ear. Thank you.
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Day 1
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He woke up with a start, his eyes snapping open as his body jolted awake. He looked around wildly, his mind racing as he tried to recall the memories of the day before.
His sight was hazy and not yet focused, but he still perceived his surroundings.
Silverly walls lined the small framed room which was illuminated by the many bright florescent lights that littered the ceiling. He looked up, squinting as the lights attacked his eyes. There were too many, and they were all too bright.
He forced his eyes to further adjust and as his vision cleared, he took time to assess himself.
His nimble frame was bound by leather restrains to the solid floor he was laying on. He pulled against them, but soon gave up as none gave way. There was something on his wrist. At first thought he had believed it to be part of the restraints, but as he looked closer he saw that it was something different.
It was a device similar to that of a watch, a thin leather bounding wrapped around his wrist; however instead of the normal clock that would rest on the front and show the time, a single number took it's place. A bright green number flashed: 1.
He theorized the number to mean how many days it had been since he was taken. It frightened him to wonder how high the number would get.
He shivered, as the thought passed through him and suddenly realized how cold he was. His skin was goose bumped and tinted a paler white then usual, almost blue. He felt a dull pain in his neck, and longed to cradle the area in his restrained arms. His head was pounding.
What had happened?
He tried to think, but everything was blank. He tried to remember and yet no memories could be found.
He looked around, desperate for a way out...ANYTHING! But saw only the pale silvery walls that surrounded him. Alone. He felt a sharp pang in his chest at the realization and couldn't help the tears that began sliding down his cheeks.
Alone.
His team, his family was somewhere far away, unaware of what was occurring. He had been in Vegas...the thought trailed off as realization began sinking in.
Vegas. He had asked for a few weeks off and had instructed his team not to call him. A mistake that would surely prove fatal. Who ever had taken him, could do God knows what for weeks on end, because no one would be out looking for him.
He tried to scream, but only a dull whisper that was barely audible escaped his parched lips. He couldn't speak. Couldn't even provide himself solace with the sound of his own voice. What else had this unsub taken away from him?
Suddenly, a loud piercing buzz filled the silvery room. Reid doubled over as the noise burned through his skull like fire, he tried screaming once again, knowing full well his attempts were futile. But then resorted to banging his foot against the ground, wanting nothing more then the noise to cease.
It didn't. With each passing second it seemed to grow louder and louder.
Reid's face soddened as tears poured from his eyes. The side of his head and neck felt wet and through the corner of his eyes he could see red falling from his ears.
The pain was becoming too much, the noise only getting higher and louder. He felt his tense muscles begin to relax as his body succumbed to his unconscious mind. However, before he fell into the blackness he perceived a voice, a deep yet familiar voice through the piercing screech that echoed throughout the room.
"Welcome to the game Spencer Reid."
It was then that he was lost to the comforting blackness, and he did not register the noise ceasing, or the roar of engines taking it's place. Neither did he feel the motion as the vehicle began to drive off.
Drive off, leaving his old life behind to enter a new one entirely.
Bliss.
No evil. No heartache. No pain.
No Ben.
It was during those rare occasions where his situation really didn't seem that bad.
But it did not lasted, as it never did.
Pain.
An un-comprehendible pain had erupted in his chest.
He had felt a feeling like this before, however never had it been this intense.
His body was engulfed in a fire, a white hot burning that he could not escape.
The agony. It was during these moments where Reid longed for everything to just be over.
He did not fight, merely closed his mind, and screamed.
...
It had seemed like an eternity but finally Reid's body ceased to move.
His screams faltered and lingered in the air like a dull echo.
His eyes were wide, and they looked around the room wildly. Reid whimpered as he pulled against the wire, cutting deeper grooves into his wrists
Ben made his move.
He walked over to the center of the circle, smiling as he did so. Reid did not notice him as he neared him, his mind seemed to be somewhere else.
"Aw, my dear brother is finally joining us." Ben exclaimed excitedly; he took a seat beside Reid and pulled his head into his lap.
The team cringed as they saw the horrified expression that took over the frightened agents face.
Ben peered down at his brothers, stroking his cheek with the back of his hand, "Look around Spence, look at the people who have finally come."
Reid didn't move.
"Oh come on Reid," He said, his tone soft in a way the team had never heard. "Don't be like that. Just take a look. Look who is here."
Still Reid lay motionless.
A low growl erupted form the inside of Ben's throat. Reid quivered and let out a short grasp as Ben's fingers began pulling roughly at his hair. The sweet loving smile remained plastered on the psychos face, his eyes shined demonically. He leaned into Reid and whispered harshly, "You do what I say remember? Don't be getting all willed and defiant on me. You look around now or we will have a repeat of what happened last week."
"Get away from him!" Morgan yelled. Ben ignored him, retaining focus on Reid's face as tears began streaming down his cheeks.
What he has saying to him was unheard by the rest of the team, however that all presumed it wasn't good. Reid had never looked so frightened.
Ben pulled back from Reid, "Look around Spence." Reid made the effort to bring himself into a sitting position, but his head lolled back and fell to the floor.
Garcia gasped, tears steamed down her face.
"Come on, Spencer!"
Reid attempted the motion again, yet the same thing happened. Weakly his hand tugged at the wire holding his extremities in place. He looked up at Ben and began to sob violently.
Ben smirked, "What are you doing Spencer? It's not that hard. Stop being such a baby and look up, damn it!"
Reid cried, but did not attempt to move.
"This is freakin ridiculous," Ben said. He pulled out his gun and waved it in front of Reid's face. The slick metal glinted in the light and caught the young agents attention. "YOU FUCKING LOOK UP, SPENCER! OR I SWEAR TO GOD I'LL SHOOT HER!" Ben turned his gun to JJ, aiming it directly in her face.
Reid gasped as he finally caught sight of JJ, finally registering her presence. He shifted quickly, moving into an uncomfortable position that would allow him to view the whole room. His glazed eyes crossed over JJ's face and they brightened with realization.
His mouth dropped open. Ben smiled.
"You see her Reid? You see the beautiful Jennifer Jareau," Ben moved closer to Reid and waved the gun in front of his unwavering eyes. "She's here. She is finally here."
JJ couldn't help the tears as they began to stream down her face. Her breath caught in her throat as, for the first time in over a year, she made eye contact with him. The real Spencer Reid.
"Do you remember her Spencer? Remember your feelings for her. Oh how much you used to love this one. You would have done anything for her, what was it that you said? Oh yeah, that's right. I would give my heart for you Jennifer, full with unconditional love. And...I trust you to never break it." Ben smirked as JJ's astonished expression. "Why are you so surprised Jennifer? Didn't he tell you? If I remember before he ever got the chance, you took little Reid here aside and condemned him to the friend zone. Ohh. That hurts!" Ben exclaimed, a sour face masking his countenance. "You broke his heart. The boy was crushed! It was pathetic to watch.'I love you as a brother!' you say, and yet..." Ben shrugged and signed, gesturing widely with his arms. "You never noticed. I ripped him from his life, and took his place..." Ben snapped his fingers emphasizing. "Just...like...that."
Reid couldn't really hear the words Ben spoke, as his mind was soeley focused on JJ. Could it be true? Was JJ actually here? It could have been another hallucination, an effect of the drugs. There was bound to be over a dozen different ones coursing through his system. And yet...
"But she's not the only one here Spence. Look around." Ben roughly grabbed Reid's head and jerked it in the direction of Rossi. "Look the old bimbo is here too. Isn't it nice? Look Spence, look at the man you consider as your mentor. Look at him and remember. Remember all the times you cried out for him. Remember all the times you watched him playing chess with me, talking. We had a blast, even bounded over a few beers." Ben smirked at Rossi with his next words. "Old Rossi and I have never been closer. Like father and son..."
Rossi. The name echoed in Reid's mind. All those times, all those days where he had watched him with Ben. Watched them together. Watched them bond in a way he himself had never been able to. He had lost his love, and now his mentor. Rossi...
Ben twisted Reid's head towards Emily. "And who do we have now? The daring Emily Prentiss. The woman you had once considered to be your sister. Remember all those days you were gone, remember watching all the fun me and Emily here used to have." Ben leaned in close, whispering, "Remember all those secrets she told me about, all the jumbled up emotions she had let out with me. Shared because, well, frankly I understand her. She trusts me in a way she had never trusted you. Lauren Reynolds? You remember her talking about her? Remember asking her about it, but never getting the truth. How many lies does it take Reid?!" Ben was shouting, exclaiming wildly with his arms. "When are you going to understand that these people don't...care...about...you! When are you going to understand?"
Reid flinched as Ben pulled the gun toward him and pressed it against his chin. He did not cry out, merely whimpered against the hard, cool metal as it was roughly shoved into his throat. He chocked back a sob and waited. Ben brought himself into Reid's face, his nose only inches away from his. As he stared at his brother, analyzed the uncanny similarities of their features, Reid once again saw the difference. He saw the intriquet difference in bone structure, the lighter shade of Ben's hair. The demonic, evil light that illuminated his eyes. A light that did not over take his own.
They were undeniably twins. To a strangers eye, a passerby who merely glanced their way, they were a perfect and indistinguishable copy of the other. But to someone who took a closer look, stopped to really look into each of their faces, a difference was detectable.
It was not impossible, simply took some effort.
The thoughts ran through Reid's mind like lightning. He didn't break his focus, and studied Ben's face for as long as he could until finally the moment was broken, and Ben began whispering something in his ear.
Though Reid did not hear what he was saying. His mind was somewhere far away, somewhere else entirely.
Twins. He thought. Two people whose features are incredibly similar, the same, yet still...not exact. It was then that the pieces finally began coming together.
The torture. All this pain. It was the result of the indifference of his team.
One whole year! One fucking year had passed and still not one of them had seen the difference. Not one of them! He had been subjected to torture after torture, left barley alive in the end.
What had kept him going?
The thought of the team one day coming to save him.
It was illogical really. He had seen the team, in person on many different occasions. Had seen them interacting with Ben and had seen how they laughed more. How they joked, talked and acted freely.
They liked him. Enjoyed having him around. Why wouldn't they? He was smart, not as smart as Reid, but somehow was always able to get the job done. He was handsome, they were twins, gifted with the features of an innocent, young man. And he was fun. He didn't worry about people's approval, didn't have quirks or had trouble in social situations. No. He was funny, confident, and someone the team had no problem accepting.
Anger began to boil inside Reid. ONE FUCKING YEAR! ONE WHOLE YEAR! It was like a chant in his mind. He felt his fists clench. ONE FUCKING YEAR!
He had lost everything, been ripped away from the life he had struggled to build. Had been placed in this torturous hell only to long for the people who had let him down.
It finally was becoming clear.
The team. They couldn't save him. They had proven that to him the minute Ben had taken his place.
He would have to save himself.
He was brought back into the conversation at the sound of a loud scream. Reid snapped his head toward the sound, looking around with full attention.
Morgan. Ben hovered over him, his gun jammed tightly in his stomach. Garcia was crying, screaming, pleading with Ben to stop. To not hurt her baby.
Why hadn't she done the same for me?
Ben was yelling, and finally Reid realized it was at him. "...Listen now! Or I will shoot this piece of trash! Do you hear me Spencer?!" He bellowed, snapping the gun out of safety.
Reid nodded and stared into his brothers face attentively. He did not look at Morgan.
"That's better." He sighed, moving away from the dark agent. "Now where to begin."
Reid didn't dare rip his gaze away from Ben in fear of looking at Morgan.
Morgan.
It was the most painful knowing that he was here. Reid had opened up to Morgan, trusted him, relied on him. Called him a friend, a best friend. A brother even. It was during those days, when the torture had just been to much, the pain to extreme to overcome, he would think of Morgan. Think of all the happy memories they had made over the years. It relieved the agony and sometimes would even bring a smile to his face. There were times, so many times, where Reid had longed for everything to be over. Yearend for the day where Ben would just go too far and his body would give out and he could finally welcome the sweat release of death. There had been times where he had been given the choice, to end it all. A small act of mercy on Ben's part, and he had come ever so close to accepting. The knife had been on his heart.
But he hadn't. He fought against the desire, and remembered to have strength. If not for himself but for the family he would surely return to. For the friends and loved ones he had left behind. He had fought. Morgan's friendship, his love had gotten him through the hardest times.
Reid couldn't stop the tears that streaked down his face as Ben spoke. He listened to the recount of times where his friend had let him down. Had accepted Reid's new demeanor and attitude, had even enjoyed his company more. He listened to his brother speak of how Morgan, the man whom he had considered to be his brother, had failed him.
Reid felt all his love for this man drift away and be replaced with an eternal burning rage and anger, he believed never would subside.
For the first time in over a year, Reid looked over at Morgan. They locked eyes.
Reid saw the sadness and the heartbreak, the guilt in Morgan's eyes. The frustration and the pain he felt. The undeniable shame.
"I'm so sorry Reid," Morgan said suddenly, in a soft broken voice. "I'm so sorry."
Something inside Reid broke at that moment. A piece of his heart seemed to crumble, fall away. His breath began coming out heavy as the anger from inside him began to dissipate and disappointment took it's place.
His face contorted as he began to sob, his body shook. Anger. He longed to feel that anger again. That power. But it had come and gone in the blink of an eye and heartache, disappointment had taken it's place.
Tears were streaming down Morgan's face. And as Reid finally looked around, he saw that the rest of his team was crying as well.
"I'm so sorry Reid." Morgan said again, his voice shaky and unsteady.
His words seemed so distant. They had been spoken and Reid had heard them, yet they meant nothing to him. Not any more.
Reid turned away from his team, closed his eyes, and cried.
A/N: Awww poor Reid. I loved writing him in (FINALLY) but it seems everything had taken a turn for the worst, the better? I guess it depends on how you look at it. So he's back, awake, and now the team have a game to finish. Did you forget? I hope you guys enjoyed. I would appreciate a review (It makes me write faster and apparently ^ longer), your feedback, and criticism. Thank you for the support. Till next time.
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