Spencer was terrified going into the bank. He couldn't help but think if it all went wrong what would happen to the man outside in the car who had been so good to him. He thought of what David had said, how to alert the staff without giving away anything to the brute that was standing with him. He walked up to the information desk and explained about the box and handed over his passport as proof of identification. The woman typed his details into the computer, for a moment her eyes went wide and she looked from the screen to Spencer and back to the screen again, before calling over her supervisor. The supervisor seemed to read the screen before smiling at Spencer and guiding him to a desk and chair towards the back of the bank, Donny remained by his side like an overly loyal dog. It was more than irritating, but clearly the staff noticed too as they looked at him. Spencer waited and within minutes a box was placed in front of him. He noticed it was safe coded and thought for a moment, what six numbers would his mother likely to use. He thought for a few moments about what dates were of most substantial importance to her. Probably not her wedding day, or her birthday, perhaps…surely it wouldn't be so simple? He decided it was his best shot. He typed in 100987, his birthday. He waited for a moment as the little light in the corner of the box flashed red three times before turning green. He heard a small click and the lid popped open. Donny was physically leaning against him as he lifted the lid fully to see the contents inside.

There were papers, quite a lot of them actually. They were mostly bonds and shares given to his mother by her father, who Spencer remembered was also an intelligent man, looking after his family with hard work and good financial decisions. There were life insurance letters, as well as others regarding his care pending her and William's untimely deaths. Spencer glanced bitterly over his shoulder at one of those responsible for the said event occurring. He continued through the pile, there was a gold pocket watch with the Reid family crest on it, pearl earrings from the earlier half of the twentieth century if his guess was correct, and more papers and a photo of him, his mother and father and his maternal grandparents from when he was an infant. Donny swore under his breath as the empty box lay on the table in front of them, but there was something more. It was not in anger but in fear. That worried Spencer, whatever these men feared, he had no doubt he should fear too.

They rose to leave after Spencer put everything back into the box. The Supervisor came over once he had closed the lid once more. "Find what you were looking for Dr. Reid?" Spencer froze, he had introduced himself as Spencer Reid, not as doctor, they knew who he was. They no doubt alerted the FBI that he had been there. Thankfully Donny was too worried about whatever they were looking for not being in the box to notice the man reference to Spencer's doctorates.

"No, sorry. I will be back again, but we're sort of under time constraints, I have someone waiting on me." Spencer smiled. The supervisor nodded, taking the box back as they left. Spencer could feel Donny pushing against him to get out the door. He hoped the supervisor would relay that message to the FBI, letting them know that David was alive too, for now.

Spencer walked out of the bank with Donny, worried for a moment when he could not see the car, but Donny pulled him by the shoulder down the street where he saw the SUV, he sighed in relief for a moment before remembering they still had to worry about the item not being there, whatever the hell the damn thing was. He would do anything to give them what they wanted at this stage. He still maintained he had little chance of surviving, but hopefully David might.

They got to the car and Donny threw him in, he stopped in time to not collide with David, who helped him right himself.

"Where is it?" Larry demanded.

"It wasn't there." Donny replied.

"What the fuck do you mean it wasn't there? It had to be there. That loony bitch said it was." Spencer flinched at the reference to his mother.

"It wasn't, it was all just paperwork and a few things like a watch and a few earrings."

Spencer could feel David looking at him; he looked back at the older man regretfully.

"My father is going to have our heads for this." Larry slammed his fists into the steering wheel. "We can't come back without that gem."

A gem. Spencer's heart stopped. All noise blurred out. It suddenly made all made sense. He remembered his father giving his mother a necklace, nearly ten years ago. It was locket, but like none he had ever seen before. It was spherical as opposed to thin. It was gold, 9ct if he recalled, but its contents were what he noted. A small jewel, a ruby. Spencer thought nothing of it; his mother was born in July, a ruby was that month's birthstone. It was set in the locket so he thought it was a laboratory manufactured one, and as such would be of little value. But clearly it of more than he thought. He noticed David staring at him. He knew the man could tell that he finally realised what they were looking for. He bit his lips together and thought, surely David could see the fear and regret in his face.

It took him a while to hear ambient and other less normal noises, such as angry voices, and longer again before he realised that the car was on the move once more. He just stared ahead, not paying attention to where they were going or what they passed on the way. He didn't know if anyone attempted to engage him, or if indeed anyone said anything referring to him. He only heard noise, he knew they were voices, but they were muffled as he stayed thinking to himself about the item of their desire.

After a while, surprisingly his usually astute mind did not register how long, he felt himself being pulled out of the vehicle, he looked around, they were probably still in the District. They seemed to be in a sort of warehouse, he knew he should care, but he was more concerned with the new information. He was dragged into an office, forced to sit on a chair and tied to it, across from him, David was given the same treatment. The men cursed again and walked out of the office. Spencer could hear them talking in the hall, they were terrified, wondering about contacting the perhaps soon-to-be senator. They hadn't gotten what they wanted and now there was going to be hell to pay. They'd killed one Fed; they were after kidnapping another, not to mention bombing the doctor at Quantico, the headquarters of the FBI. The unknown third man was panicking. Spencer could tell the men were on the edge of becoming unstable.

"Kiddo?" Spencer heard the Italian call him. "Come on kid talk to me." He looked around. The older man's face wasn't a pleading one, just one of calm. "You know what they are talking about, the gem. Don't you?" Spencer just nodded. "Do you know where it is?" Spencer took a moment to answer, he didn't want to think about it, but he had a good guess where it would be, so he nodded again. "Where is it?" he just stared at David, saying nothing. "Come on Spencer, they are freaking out about Daddy Dearest going apeshit over this rock, they will kill you if they realise you're hiding something and won't tell them."

"I can't."

"No, you won't. There's a difference." He could tell David was not fearful, just annoyed.

"No, I can't."

"Why not? Where could it possibly be that would make you gladly go to the grave before telling anyone?" Spencer laughed to himself for a moment at the irony of the older man's comment. "You know you can tell me."

Spencer knew that was true. He took a deep breath before speaking. "My father gave my mother a spherical locket nearly ten years ago for her birthday, in it was a ruby, her birth stone. I thought it was just a cheap one, but…"

"You think it's the one they're looking for?" Spencer nodded. "Have you any idea where it could be now."

Spencer gulped and closed his eyes. "My mother loved it, it was her favourite thing in this world, her most prized possession, and everyone knew it. She was wearing it that night, the so the only place I can think it could be is…" he looked to David, tears in his eyes.

"With her now." David finished. "In the grave."

Spencer nodded.

A/N I have no idea if safety deposit boxes have passcodes or keys. Doesn't matter really, this is just a story.

In the show, Spencer's birthday is documented as October 9th 1981, since I made him 6 years younger, I altered the year of birth accordingly.

And yes, things are about to get morbid!