Cold and pain were at the forefront of Reid's mind when he made a return to consciousness. He attempted to open his eyes only to be assaulted by dizziness and nausea. After clinching them shut he attempted once more, slower this time. As his eyes adjusted to the dim surroundings Reid tried to piece together what had happened to get him to this place. Everything felt fuzzy, and he couldn't place his finger on what was going on. It unnerved him.
He was startled out of his thoughts by movement approximately ten feet away from his feet. The movement was accompanied by a whimper. The noise was enough to kickstart Reid's brain. New York, case, fine art students...Emmy! He remembered being at her show, then going to her apartment; he remembered how dizzy she had been and how sick she had become; he remembered calling Hotch and being told to take her to the hospital. Why were they not at the hospital? He pushed himself forward, ignoring the flash of pain that accompanied the movement, and made his way towards the whimpers. When his hand made contact with her she drew into herself, shaking.
"Please stop...go away..." Her voice was still weak, but not as much as it had been.
"Hey, Emmy, it's me. It's Spencer."
There was a moment of hesitation, then, "Spencer?" She rolled towards his voice, and she squinted against the dim light to make out his features. As her eyes adjusted to the darkness he morphed into view. "Oh my god. You're okay. You're okay! I thought he killed you, I thought you were dead, I thought you were dead..." She dissolved into tears and Reid pulled her into his arms.
"Hey, it's okay. I'm okay. I'm here." He pulled her tighter into his embrace. After a moment her crying quietened and her breathing calmed. He hated the thought of making her upset again, but Reid needed to find some answers in order to formulate an escape plan. Still holding her against his chest he asked, "Emmy, what happened? I remember getting in the cab to take you to the hospital, but I don't remember anything after that."
She was silent for a moment before stating, "He tricked us. It was him driving."
"Bill Shipley?"
"Yeah. I don't know how he did that. You told him he was going the wrong way and he pulled over. He made you get out of the car, and he pulled a gun on you. You tried to get back into the car, to get back to me, but he was faster. He hurt you..." The tears were flowing again. Reid thumbed away a tear that was tracking down the girl's face and whispered, "I'm okay. I'm here." She nodded and continued, "He got back in the car and sat for a minute, then he got back out. He went to where you were and stood over you. I asked him what he was doing...it was so hard to keep my eyes open. He said something about how you had seen his face and he had to get rid of you. I panicked. I dragged myself out of the car and ran into him as he fired the shot. He must have hit me on the head because I don't remember much after that, apart from waking up down here."
Reid nodded. "Has he come in here yet?"
"No. I woke up just a little bit before you did..."
"So it probably hasn't been that long," Reid finished. He knew he had told Hotch where they were going and he had given them the unsub's name..."Emmy, we just have to hang on for a little bit longer, okay? The team will know something is wrong when we aren't at the hospital."
"Okay." He pressed a kiss to the top of her head. "Try to get some rest. I'll be right here."
She nodded and drew close to him. As she closed her eyes and sleep took her under she heard Reid whisper, "We're going to be okay."