Spencer was terrified, in actual fact he was beyond terrified. Whoever these people were, they had gotten him anyway, only now they had killed Agent Morgan, and when whatever use they had for David was finished, he was confident that the same thing would happen him. Tears flowed down his face as he thought of the other man who had promised to keep him safe. He had lost his life to keep that promise, and it was entirely his fault. Had he a family? Were his parents alive? Guilt took over as he thought of Morgan's family and how they would spend their lives hating him for taking their loved one away. He felt a nudge from David, and looked over to him; the man was sporting a heavily bruised face and some very nasty cuts. His eyes seemed to appear as though he had a concussion. What had they done to him to get him to cooperate? He seemed to be trying to comfort Spencer, even with all of what was happening he was trying to help him, Spencer couldn't understand why, he should hate him too.

They had not been driving long before they came to a halt. Spencer had calculated they had been driving thirty minutes northward meaning they were somewhere halfway between Quantico and DC. David remained silent, but was watching the man next to him and the two men in the front seat. Spencer decided to do the same. Larry was barking instructions at the two others who obeyed without hesitation. Each of them grabbing one of their captives and dragging them from the car. Spencer realised just how cold it was by the hard rough ground under his feet and shivered as they were dragged by their hair into an unassuming home. Spencer couldn't help but realise there was very few other residences in the nearby vicinity. No one would hear them if they called. It sent a shiver down his spine.

Inside the house seemed normal, there was a sofa and television in the living room he noted as he was dragged through it. They were pulled through a small kitchen; Spencer was shocked to see a pregnant woman and child in there, cooking and eating breakfast. The disinterested look on the woman's face scared him. One looked at David's face made him realise he was underestimating the situation. The woman's indifference seemed to positively terrified the older man. They were dragged into what appeared to be a garage, though there were a few things about it that made Spencer question for a minute. It seemed to be padded mostly with egg cartons and a strange padding, there was a solitary light on the ceiling meaning half the room was in darkness and there was plastic laid down everywhere, covering every surface. Spencer didn't have to be a profiler, or look at the one next to him to know what the plastic was about, it was to stop a mess occurring, and it made cleaning blood a hell of a lot easier and left no trace of it in the garage. He could not control how much he shook as he and David were tied to two chairs facing one another with a table between them. Larry removed David's gag and the agent moved his lips and jaw to try and stretch them.

"What do you want with the kid?" he demanded. His answer was the chair being leant backwards until it toppled over, causing a loud crash and a thud as David's head collided with the floor. Tears streaked Spencer's pale face as he watched the other man suffer because of him.

"The only thing you need to know old timer, is that you did not join your friend is because we know who you are." Larry's voice was low and menacing.

"And who am I?" Spencer could not believe with the injuries he had sustained and the severity of the situation, David was being so insolent.

"You are Supervisory Special Agent David Rossi of the FBI's Behavioural Analysis Unit; you wrote the book on federal negotiation techniques and have stellar interrogation abilities. Aren't I right?"

"And why does that mean I am still here?"

"Because you are going to get something from him if it is the last thing you do." Larry pointed at Spencer, who shivered wondering what it was they wanted.

"And what if I don't?"

"Well they, you surely saw what we did to Mitre, we will not show you the same mercy."

"What do you want from me?" Spencer's voice shook as he spoke, but he swore to himself that no more of the FBI agents that could have been his colleagues would suffer because of him. He would never forgive himself for SSA Morgan's death, but he would do everything in his power to prevent David's.

"A particular number. You see ten years ago, your precious father was told to do something for mine. To hide something, and he did, the only thing is, two years later, when my father asked for him to retrieve it, your foolish father claimed ignorance. He swore blind no transaction ever took place. So we went to your quant little house in the suburbs to kindly ask your father where it was. And well, let's just say even his wife's agonising screams were not enough to change his mind in revealing its whereabouts." Spencer sobbed as the reason for his mother's death was revealed. He never thought it possible to hate his father more, but he was proven wrong. "As the last breath threatened to leave her pathetic simple body, she muttered something about the safety deposit box. Your father of course still refused to speak so well, Donny here slit his throat." Larry took great pleasure in Spencer's grief. Laughing as he watched him sob violently.

"So you want the safety deposit box number." David asked.

"And we all go away and you can get on with your lives." Donny smiled maliciously.

"Somehow I doubt that." Spencer looked at David's sceptical face. The profiler saw through their lies. "You'd leave a witness and a FBI agent to testify against you?"

"We'd have to be caught first. And I was referring to you and your team, little Spencer here is joining Mommy and Daddy no matter what the outcome, solely for the inconvenience of it all."

Spencer stopped whimpering, he was going to die regardless. He remained silent and thought about what was just said.

"We'll leave you two alone for a while, shall we, I'm feeling hungry." Donny laughed as he, Larry and the still unknown third person left the room.

"What makes you think the kid even knows about the number?" David called to them.

"He has an eidetic memory, he would have seen it somewhere around that little shithole of a house, after all there wasn't even an office." Larry replied without looking back, and then slammed the door.

"Spencer, Spencer I am so sorry we let you down Kiddo." Spencer said nothing. "We'll get you out of this."

"What's the point; you heard them they're going to kill me regardless, just like they did Agent Morgan."

"Morgan was wearing Kevlar under his jacket, FBI jackets are designed to make it look like you're not wearing it, and they never referred to taking off his Kevlar meaning they more than likely never knew he had it. And from what I could see he was still wearing the jacket. Do you honestly think they would get him to take off the jacket, and then the Kevlar only to then put back on the jacket to shoot him?"

Spencer looked at David's bloodied face. "But he was slumped over."

"They hit his head; he was probably just out cold. It's been how long since we were taken?"

"About one hour and twelve minutes." Even with a concussion and a badly injured face he could still make out the odd look on David's face. "I don't know how I know these things, I just do."

"We sure as hell missed out with you. That means Hotch would have found Morgan by now and they are aware we're missing. That's good, they won't announce it though, and they won't want to give away how much they know. Back to us, can you remember anything about a safety deposit box, anything at all?"

"No, my father always left his work at work, as they said, we didn't have a study. Well we did but Mom would raid it every so often in one of her episodes and after she burnt every document in it one time when I was thirteen, my father kept his work files out of the house."

"Right, did you ever visit your father's office?"

"Twice, once when I was eight, he brought me, and when I was fifteen and wanted to talk to him about getting the doctors to up Mom's meds because she was seeing things again."

"Okay at eight the situation hadn't occurred yet, but at fifteen it had, did you see anything you shouldn't have in your dad's office?" Spencer winced. "What? Spencer you have tell me."

"It's nothing to do with this."

"Tell me and I'll tell you if it is or isn't."

"It isn't."

"Spencer?"

"Fine you want to know, I saw him with the secretary, they were a bit preoccupied to notice me, so I left again." Anger caused more tears to fall as Spencer yelled the sordid information. This had to be the second worst day of his life, and it was only six AM.