Morgan slammed his phone down on the table.

"Damn it!" he yelled.

"Garcia." Hotch said, his voice uncharacteristically shaky. "Did you find a location?"

"Yeah." She sounded like she'd been crying. "40 Westfield Drive."

"Thanks, Garcia. Morgan find the others, we have to move now."

There was so much pain. His side was on fire. His leg was broken in two places now. His head was just as painful. He tried to piece things together.

He had found his cell phone, and called Morgan. Then he had been caught. And there was a gun…

That must be it. Why it hurt so much. They shot him. The world tilted when they started moving. He was in the back of a large SUV. Alex sat next to him. Stroking his hair.

He wanted to push her away, but he couldn't find the strength.

"Go away…" he murmured.

"I'm your ticket to life, Spencer. I would quiet down if I were you."

Another memory surfaced. Alex was laughing again. This time at him, not with him. He was tied to a goalpost… Naked. Everybody was standing around laughing. They weren't friends yet. Including her. Not until he was in college…

And again another memory flashed before him.

Alex called. "She wants to see you, she's so sorry for before…"

Spencer had believed her but she had lied. When he came back to his old school they threw their lunches at him and forced him into a locker. Where he had waited for her all weekend. But she didn't come.

He opened his eyes. The seat was soaked in his blood.

"Where are we going?" he begged.

"To get you help, Spencer."

They drove for a really long time. When they arrived at a hospital, she whispered to him.

"Don't try anything or we will shoot everyone there. Got it?"

He nodded.

"Say it." The man demanded.

"I understand." He croaked.

They pulled him out of the car. "Help! My boyfriend needs help!" she yelled.

Doctors rushed toward him.

"What's his name?" one asked.

"Jack. Jack Booker."

The team rushed into the house. "Clear!" Hotch yelled.

Morgan was the one downstairs. "Guys!" he yelled.

Hotch rushed down the stairs. When he saw what was down there he felt woozy. There was blood. A lot of blood. A vacated pair of handcuffs. Reid's cell phone lay broken on the ground. Hotch leaned against the wall for support.

"We were too late."

A/N okay maybe I lied. It hasn't been a while. More like a couple of hours. Guess I get into it. I should probably be doing my homework instead, but this is much more fun.

~MAXIMUM