As the case progressed Spencer grew closer to the woman he barely knew. He felt as though her privacy was being invaded because he had to read through all of her diary. In her diary she wrote the wonders of the world and who she wanted to be, the diary was a 3" binder full of drawings and class schedules, best friends. It also included more information on Maurice and Luke Demyse. Maurice was in his teens when him and Misha met. Everyday they had lunch at the waterfront in an old abandon warehouse, just a couple miles from her high school. They had their first everything there, first kiss, making love, it was all there. Even their first lovers quarrel.

She documented her whole life when she met this boy. It even says how he proposed to her after graduation, and explained why she stayed. She saw the best in him, no matter what other people thought. That's when her paradise turned into a living hell, he beat her if she said no to doing the simplest of things, such as making a sandwich when she was busy. Sometimes he even beat her for doing the right thing, doing a job that "he could have done," so she quotes in her diary.

For her there was no longer a safe place, it felt as though she was trapped. And that's when he did the most unforgivable thing, he raped her and the next day he woke up and she was gone. Her whole heart was heavy, her body had taken the toll for so many years she was finally able to rest easy now that she was no longer burdened with Maurice. She didn't have to listen to anyone but herself, and for the first time in a long time she was happy.

Her writings of Luke were making him out to be quite the character. In her mind he was a friend throughout her High school career, but as she got older she started to see a pattern that scared her, he would follow her around town, would make snide comments, and would touch her inappropriately multiple times when she said no to any sexual contact.

This man did not know how to take a hint, and frankly she was worried. In her last entry she wrote of her trials and errors of speed dating. In the entry she wrote about having a speed date with Luke. He just showed up out of nowhere and sat down. He told her he wanted to take her to their "secret spot," but she had no idea what he meant.

That's when it hit Spencer the "secret spot," was the abandon warehouse.

Spencer pulled out his phone and hit the speed-dial to Garcia

"Penelope here, what do you got?"

Misha POV

It had been a long time since I had seen Luke. Not that I was complaining, I tried to keep track of time, of how many day/weeks I've been here. But soon Luke had found out and painted the windows black and boarded any other way out. The only way was through a Metal door with the key. Might I add the only key which was with Luke, my "room," consists of a extremely dirty toddler bed, and a glass for water and a dog bowl for food.

Its not much but its all I have. I'm lucky to be alive at this point. Sometimes he will give me some sort of pain killer for all the wounds, and then sometimes he isn't feeling so high spirited. I looked over my shoulder at the fresh wounds and the brand of LD. I was owned, just like a pet. Except for I endured torture beyond anyone's imagination.

You name it, and I had endured it. My head was reeling from lack of water and food. I wasn't going to be able to stay awake much longer. Hell, I don't know if I will even be alive much longer. My vision began to blur and that's when I had heard him. Luke had finally made it home. He dragged me by my hair and threw me onto the bed, he looked furious.

"You told the FBI where we were didn't you?" He screamed in my face. I tried to keep him calm but nothing was working. "Please calm down Luke, I couldn't have. Remember I've been here for you this whole time. Just think about it honey." I emphasized honey hoping he would catch it and calm down. I rubbed his shoulder knowing that I had to calm him otherwise I wouldn't be able to stay alive long enough for the cops to show. He slowly relaxed into my hand. He started to cop-a-feel.

I grimaced but looked away quickly hoping he didn't notice. That's when I saw the light at the end of the tunnel, The FBI broke down the door and I was so relieved. I quickly kicked away from Luke and crawled to the corner, leaving him easy to reach for the cops. Tears reached my eye's, but I wouldn't let them spill. Not in front of him, I wouldn't give him the satisfaction. My face was stone-cold, as he screamed my name throughout the halls.

A young man with long hair walked up to me and sat beside me. He knew not to say a word, and not to touch me. He gave me the space I needed till I was ready to move and listen. Another agent went to walk towards me but the man quietly asked for a moment alone, and had them leave the room. And then he directed his voice towards me, "My name is Spencer Reid, I'm with the FBI I'm here to help."

"Pinch me please, tell me this isn't a dream. I c-c-can't take much more." and that is when I leaned into him, and I let everything out. He pulled me into his arms and stood up carrying me to the car.

I had been saved.