Peekabooo: Hey guys! I'm sorry it took so long! I was tallying up the poll results. I tried...so so hard...to fit in who had 'won' the poll but it just wasn't going anywhere. And this is what I came up with. Again so so sorry. But don't feel too bad. The 'winner' will come into the story eventually. I've already started writing the next chapter so it won't be as long as a wait.
P.S. Thank you all so much for the reviews! They really mean a lot to me! You are all great beautiful gracious kind people.
Now...Time for this really short 'teaser' chapter.
"Open the door and I won't hurt them. If you don't open it I will bust it down," A mischevious voice said, frm the other side of the door.
Reid had no idea what to do. Either way, this person would be coming in. So Reid kept his hand steady and opened the door. The gun dropped from Reid's hand in shock, as he stood face to face with Ian Doyle.
"Hello Dr. Reid." Doyle greeted as he poked Reid in the stomach with a big gun.
Since there was no way of stopping him so Reid figured he all he could do was beg.
"Don't hurt them. Please."
"I won't. Unless you fight."
"I won't." Reid said quietly as Doyle shoved him forward. He accidentally knocked over a small coffee table on his way out.
Doyle pushed Reid into the back of a big white van, put a blindfold over Reid's eyes, and then ordered someone to drive. Reid sat there in the dark for a long time. It seemed like hours. Days even. Reid couldn't have been more afraid. Afraid for Jack and Henry. Afraid for the team. Afraid for himself. But at least he had knocked over the table. It showed a sign of struggle. What would the team do? How would they get to him? But Reid knew the answer to that.
They wouldn't.