Peekabooo: Hey you guys! About my lack of updates and length of chapters...I am completely and utterly sorry. My school hasn't ended yet and I am swamped with school work. I'm also on a soccer team and our championships are coming up so there have been double the practices. But that is no excuse. I'm really sorry and I feel so bad. But I'm almost done with the next chapter so it should be up soon! Sorry! And thank you to those who have reviewed! Your kind words give me a warm fuzzy feeling inside.
P.s. Sorry if Ian Doyle seems out of character. He's just really hard to write!
Reid woke up and the first thing that registered in his mind was that it was cold. His face was drenched with sweat, although he was shivering. Reid groaned and tried to pull his blanket over his head. But it wasn't there. Then he opened his eyes.
This was not his home.
The ground that Reid was lying on was hard and uncomfortable. It felt like cement but he couldn't be sure, because it was so dark. He had a headache, which hurt more than usual, and couldn't concentrate. He was briefly confused and afraid until the sickening realization sunk in.
"Doyle," Reid whispered to himself. The light flickered on and Reid gasped in pain. He heard Julio Ruiz's voice in his head:
"The light is no good. Gives you headache."
A thick metal door slid open and Ian Doyle stepped in.
"Dr. Reid," Doyle said, A slight smirk on his face.
"What do you want?" Reid wanted answers right then.
"We can get to that later. Right now...It's best that we not let your team worry. Right?"
"What are you talking about?" Reid asked, confused.
Doyle held up Reid's phone and held down number 2.
"You are going to call Agent Hotchner. You are going to tell him that you don't want to come back to the BAU. That you don't want to be found. If you say anything about being kidnapped or anything about me I will kill you. Now get up," Reid scrambled up onto his feet and Doyle handed Reid the phone. Reid felt the gun wander around the back of his head.
Reid knew he had to think fast. Think of something that would tip the team off. Something that would let them know where he was.
"Aaron Hotchner. I'm not able to answer my phone right now so please leave your name and number and I'll get back to you as soon as possible," Reid held on to every word.
The phone made a beeping sound and Reid tried to talk but he choked on his own words. He couldn't get his last goodbye out.
"Hey Hotch," Reid's voice broke, "I just wanted you to know that I'm not coming back. I don't want to go back. It's not worth it. I'm sorry I left Henry and Jack without telling you. But every eighth word..every eighth word...every eighth word that comes out of Jack's mouth needs help. I left them alone. They could've been kidnapped. I'm sorry. I wish I could've said bye in person. The job is just so dull. I can't go back. Please do not find me. Please do not look for me either. Tell the team goodbye for me. Help is not needed where I am. Goodbye Hotch." Reid's hand shook as he lowered the phone and press the end button.
"See? That wasn't so hard. The hard part is approaching though," Doyle put the blindfold around Reid's eyes again, but instead of leading him to the car, Doyle lifted up a basebal bat and knocked Reid out cold.