David Rossi was exhausted when he got into his large comfortable bed. Difficult cases always wore him out, but even nearing sixty, he was still going strong, though he often needed a good night's sleep. But hell, the whole team were like that. He thought of his teammate in his car in the street, and hoped he was comfortable. He had the alarm code if he needed anything; he had given it to him earlier than evening. He thought of the kid sleeping down the hall. He knew he really shouldn't be referring to a twenty four year old man as a kid. But the odd thing about him was he was both mature beyond his years, no doubt from caring for his ill mother, and very childlike in some of his behaviours, though he had no doubt that was a direct result of the conditioning to the different facilities he had resided in for the last few years.
He shook the whole thing from his mind, he knew he would become restless and irritated thinking of the injustices done to the youth if he were to think too much more about it all just before he was going to sleep. The kid would be okay, he and the team would ensure it. They get him sorted once more. He closed his eyes, and let his tiredness take him.
His sleep was brutally interrupted when he was thrown from his bed. It took a moment for him to grasp that what had just happened was not just some vivid dream. He recalled a sickening thud as he was projected from his bed. Shock meant that it took him a few minutes to realise that his head now throbbed painfully, and blood was trickling down his face. Before he had a chance to defend himself, something hard, and most likely metal connected painfully with his right temple, knocking him off balance once more. A strong hand forced his now badly assaulted head to the floor as they cuffed his hands tightly behind his back, though he knew it was futile, he pulled at the metal restraints, cutting his wrists as he did so. He saw red when one of his good silken handkerchiefs was then used as a gag. He thrashed as best he could, but his kneeling position and his strong capture meant he was easily controlled as a gloved hand grabbed his hair and pulled him to his feet. He obeyed begrudgingly and was forced out of the room. He was then able to notice, though it was very difficult to see straight with what he was willing to bet was a hell of a concussion, that his abuser was not alone in the room, there was another armed figure who pointed a Glock 22 right at him. Down the hall there was yet another hooded figure outside the room that he had given Spencer to sleep in. It groaned realising they had yet to make their presence known to him, and feared what they had planned for the frightened young man.
His captor pushed him down the hall towards where the other two men were waiting one on either side of the door frame. It was then a chilling thought came into David's disorientated mind. Morgan! Had they subdued him, or had they found a way in without alerting the ever vigilant agent. Then something else occurred to him, the alarm was set, it had not gone off and yet there were people in his home that should not know the code. Morgan would never have surrendered it. He would bet his life on it. His life. He thought for a moment as the men readied to sneak up on their true prey. These people had come to Quantico, to the headquarters of the FBI and put a bomb in their parking lot. They clearly had no respect for the authority if the FBI, meaning the life of an agent probably meant nothing to them too. He prayed they had not badly harmed his colleague and friend.
By the time he had been pushed to the door the men had already quietly entered the room. He could hear the little breathing pattern of the sleeping man. His first night in a non-hospital setting in eight years and this was happening. David felt guilty for causing their current situation. He felt as though he failed the young man who finally put his trust in another human being only for it to be rubbed in his face again. His captor flung him through the door of the room and next to the bed, kneeling him up and placing the Glock to his temple once more. He saw Spencer stirring and his eyes focus on him as he woke, wide and terrified. He tried to look apologetic, trying to tell then youngster that he was sorry for not protecting him as he promised. One man not yielding a gun walked over to the bed, it was then David saw that part of his ear was missing. It was Sawyer. He winced, knowing the man was going to make Spencer pay for removing half of his ear.
The large build man grabbed Spencer by the hair and dragged him from the bed, flinging him into the opposite wall. He yelped painfully as he connected with it. David watched as "Larry" walked over to the wall where the young man was shaking in a mixture of pain and terror. He watched and attempted to roar at him as he watched the large man grab Spencer's throat and slide him up the wall by it. Spencer tried to fight, but if the spluttering sounds and now red face were anything to go by, he was being choked quiet painfully.
"You're lucky He wants you a live you little shit, or else I would kill you this instant." Snarled the man. David and going by Spencer's face, he too, believed it. The large built man left him slump to the floor once more before taking the gun from the Unsub not holding David, the other man then rushed over and cuffed the coughing and wheezing Spencer.
He dragged him from the floor. And pulled him over next to David who looked at Spencer wanting to convey his regret and apologies. Spencer's eyes were wide and watering from the coughing, but he seemed almost accepting of the situation.
"What about the old timer?" asked the man holding a gun to David's head. He was Hispanic, late twenties, scared, meaning he was only a lackey. David profiled as his paid attention to them
"We were told to bring him, so we bring him you fucking idiot." Larry snapped.
"And the guy outside? What will we do with him?" David froze, he saw Spencer do the same as he thought of the dark skinned agent that had treated him so well. "He'll draw attention to it all."
"Fuck him, there's nothing he can do now. Three in the chest will do that to you." Laughed Larry as he walked out of the room. David could heard Spencer whimper, he turned and the now gagged man was crying at hearing that they had shot Derek.
Three in the chest he though, sighing in relief, there was still a chance. Morgan would have been wearing Kevlar. Had they known this? More than likely not.
As they were dragged down the stairs and out the door, David noticed the clock. He sighed another sigh of relief. Hotch would be there in twenty minutes tops. Their captors wouldn't have much of a head start, for that he was grateful. They were taken from the house and dragged down the driveway. He noticed his dogs weren't barking and hoped the animals were okay.
He looked at the car across the street. Morgan was slumped onto the steering wheel and there was a shiny substance that David knew was blood pouring down his face. He hoped and prayed for his friend as he and Spencer were shoved into a waiting car and it drove off.
Next chapter the mean things start to happen. Short chapter I know. But it came to me so I went with the flow.