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"You know, you have one hell of a nerve kid" She said nonchalantly, cupping his cheek as she gingerly washed the blood and grit from his face.
"What?" He asked, still out of it and barely registering the blonde women who sat in front of him, tending to the wounds that decorated his usually pale flesh.
"You either have some nerve or you're a moron" She replied. "However, I'll give you the benefit of the doubt and only warn you that there's a fine line between the two"
"Wha'… What happened?"
Various shades of purple showed themselves on the parts of his body he could see, the other parts he knew had a similar tinge considering the pulsing pain that radiated from his skin.
"Your mouth got you into a fair amount of trouble" She said with a stern glare. "You do realise that shutting up every now and again can be beneficial, right?"
Moving her hands from his face, she went to busy herself with the buttons of his dress shirt that had once upon a time been beige.
A pained hiss escaped through his lips as she pulled the fabric out of the wound on his abdomen.
"Well aren't you a lucky bastard" She breathed, freeing him from the grimy shirt. "The first stab wound did a little damage but nothing major, missed all of your major organs. Just some good bleeding but nothing to worry about. And the other is just a flesh wound." Looking up at him she smiled, obviously happy with her observation.
"Not that I don't appreciate this" He mumbled his breathing still heavy. "But why are you helping me?"
Looking up at the genius from the medical kit she's been sorting through in her lap, she chuckled slightly before returning to sifting through the supplies.
"Isn't it obvious?" She smiled. "Lauren would kill me if you weren't taken care of properly. I'd rather take my chances with Doyle than that women" Shaking her head at the thought she emerged from the kit with a triumphant smile.
"Found it!"
"Lauren?" He pondered aloud, his genius mind going a mile a minute but all coming back to the same conclusion. "Emily?" He breathed.
"Of course" She smiled, holding a needle to the light while she threaded it. "Lauren and I go far back, and believe me, I've heard quite a bit about you Spencer Reid"
She grinned at the dumbstruck genius in front of her. "She speaks very highly of you too"
Reid couldn't help but smile at the idea that Emily thought so much of him. "How?" He asked, puzzled through his happiness.
"I was Emily's mentor many years ago" The lines on her aged face showed as she smiled at the memories. "Most extraordinary student I've ever had"
Reid smiled at how much this sounded like his Emily. "Beautiful women inside and out, she has always had such a heart of gold and a way with the males" She chuckled waving a finger at him.
"Now this is going to sting" She warned as she wiped rubbing alcohol against the slash wound across his left thigh, gently pushing the skin together with her thumb and fore finger she began to sew the gash closed.
A sharp intake of breath from him was heard as she pulled his skin at a particularly painful angle. Muttered apologies were spouted as she finished the last stitch; pulling back she took a moment to admire her handy work.
"Considering how long it's been, I think those are quite the work. Don't you?" She questioned, moving up to the stab wound on his stomach.
"Yah, just dandy" He gasped as she began to stitch his stomach. "So how'd you get here anyways?"
"Oh, I'm a captive of Doyle as well" A sad smile spread across her face. "Just not as fast as I used to be"
"How'd you get out?" He breathed. "Doyle wouldn't leave any chances in his plan, it's not in his profile to leave a single thing to chance, he's too paranoid."
"Sometimes plans change."
"But, we have to get out of here! Now!" His eyes darting as if expecting the man he loathed so much to be standing there lurking within the shadows.
"No" She replied simply, shaking her head.
"No?"
"No"
"What are you talking about?" He demanded, exasperated as he struggled against the bonds.
"Spencer, stop" Authority in her tone, sighing as she shook her head, she met his eyes. "Stop"
"You know Emily" His words formed a statement as anger hinged within his voice. "Don't you?" His tone firm as he stared into her eyes, his expression stony.
"I do"
"Then you know that she'll be here the second she finds out he has me" He swallowed hard, watching the women as she finished the last stitch.
"Always put her heart before her brain, definitely her biggest downfall, could have been the best of the best" She mumbled never looking up from the ground as she packed away the supplies neatly into the little bag.
"Let me go" He insisted once more only for the women to once again deny his plea.
"The plan must be followed, or it will be detrimental for us all"
"We could go before they come back for us though! Bring home land security in and take them out, prevent Emily from ever coming"
"No, it's too late"
"Oh God!" He moaned. 'No, no, no, no, he has her already?"
"Not yet, but believe me, there's no time to stop her"
"We have to try! Please…" He watched her expression carefully, licking his lower lip before he continued. "If you care about her, you know what you have to do."
"I can't"
"You can"
"No she can't" A young brunette came into his vision as she walked over to the blonde, putting a hand on her shoulder.
"What?" He gasped surprised at the women's sudden appearance.
"We have to follow the plan, the plan is vital" The brunette stated.
"This is one of our spies, playing Doyle's lover"
"Disgusting piece of filth" The brunette scoffed.
"Hush Nicole, we know, but if he hears you this could go bad"
"I know, I know, the plan, stick to the plan"
"Do you mind filling me in on the plan?" Reid asked, watching the women in front of him. "And possibly untying me?"
"He'll be back anytime now, so that's a no, but just trust us" The blonde gave a small smile that was meant to be encouraging but even she was weary as the she helped him into a fresh shirt.
"I… Please, I don't give a damn what happens to me, just let me try to stop him, I swear I won't mention you"
"Have faith, believe in the plan"
"Farewell Spencer Reid, I hope to see you soon" The blonde and brunette walked away side by side into the shadows.
The wind whipped her hair around as she stepped out of the helicopter, the heels of her boots making a small "clinking" sound with each step. City lights spread out like spider webs beneath the tall building in Boston.
"This is as far as I go my dear" He spoke in a Russian tongue as he smiled at his old friend, helping her down the stairs from the helicopter.
"Thank you" She smiled, giving him a quick warm hug. "I appreciate this, take care"
"Always hun'"
"Anything baby girl?"
"Nothing so far my chocolate Adonis" Her cheer was lacking, her quirky ways lost, and all that was left was a face full of streaked mascara in its wake.
"We'll find him.."
"I know, just whether or not you find them in time…"
"I'm bringing our boy genius and peaches home."
"Okay" Her voice small.
"Baby girl?"
"Yes,"
"You just work some magic for us, they'll be home before you know it and then we can hug them and scold them until the cows come home, you hang in there sweet cheeks"
"Will do, bye bye pumpkin"
"Garcia have anything for us?" Hotch asked, walking into the room followed by JJ and Rossi as Morgan shut his phone.
"Nothing"
Hotch simply nodding his head as he made his way over to the evidence board, there was something, he could feel it, they were missing something, and that's when it hit him.
"Morgan, Rossi, you went to Prentiss's apartment back in March right?"
Both men simply nodded, curious as to where this was going as Hotch whirled around the room, pulling pictures and evidence from the many boxes littering the room and pinning them up on the bulletin board.
"Emily's a trained CIA agent, she knew that the metal of the necklace would weigh it down too much for it to flush, she knew that if she left her gun and phone her we'd figure out that she'd run" His smiled slightly, finally figuring out the puzzle she'd left them. "She left us clues to find her all along, now all we have to do is put together the pieces"
The next hours were a flurry of paper as the team finally put the puzzle together, all with a little more hope inside their soul as each second passed by, they got a little closer to their lost team members.
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