"...And now, the answer you've all been waiting for: Why is Spencey's daddy at the gay strip club?...Oooh, and YAY! I finally surprised you all (well, according to the reviews), now I can die happy!..."

Addicted Innocence-Chapter 8

Back-Up

"Dad..."

"What the hell are you doing here with him? You're not a damn stripper!" William Reid shouted.

"You have to leave now!" Reid hissed. 'Why hadn't his team stopped him? Where were they, anyways?' Reid thought. He couldn't see even one of his team mates in sight; it was unnerving, to say the least.

"Then you're coming with me!"

"Mr. Reid, you're son's undercover with me; we're on a case." Morgan said, suddenly speaking up.

"What? But the BAU doesn't go undercover..."

"Well, we had to for this one." Reid muttered. Then, he turned his attention to Morgan. "Can you see anyone on the team? Our cover's blown; we have to get out of here." It was obvious that Reid was trying not to panic, signaling to Morgan that he had to do something...and fast.

"Just try to keep low for a few minutes. I'll look around for them." he sighed. Reid and William nodded before making their way to a near-by booth. Once Morgan was out of sight, Reid sighed and rested his head in his hands. He suddenly felt an extreme pressure in his head, banging and screaming at him to leave. He fought the urge, though, and as much he he wanted to talk to his father about why he was in the club for the first place, he lowered his head and fought back the noises rushing in his ears and through his head...

Morgan found most of half his team directly outside of the strip club. JJ and Hotch were standing around a man crouched on the floor, grasping at his chest.

"The ambulance is on the way." JJ said as she hung up her cell phone.

"What the hell just happened?" Morgan asked.

"Someone tried to mug Jared outside the bar. The group shot him in the chest when he saw us and they ran off. Luckily, it just brazed him; he should be fine." JJ answered. "We don't believe it had any connection with the case, though. The suspects were too young."

"Well, is anyone still inside?" Morgan sighed. He didn't like the way things were turning out.

"Yeah, Prentiss and Rossi are at the exits." Hotch replied. "Why, did something happen?"

"Reid's dad was there, and he totally freaked when he saw me and Reid. Our cover's blown."

"Damn it."Hotch muttered. He turned his attention back to JJ and Jared. "Will you two be okay?"

"Yes, of course." JJ nodded.

"Good; I'll go inside and help get Reid and his father out of there. If you see Prentiss or Rossi, tell them what's going on." With that, Morgan and Hotch reentered the bar...

"Where were they?" Hotch asked.

"Uh, they were standing near the stage, but I saw them walk toward that booth. I saw them sit down together before I went looking for you." Morgan said. Hotch and Morgan started over toward the string of booths on the left side before quickly realizing they were all blank.

"Damn it!" Morgan cursed."He was RIGHT there!"

"The UnSub got him." Hotch said. "He snuck in right passed us..."

"Or he was already here."

"But what about his father? The UnSub would've left him behind." Hotch added.

"We should check outside; maybe he's still there." Morgan suggested.

"You're right; let's go."

Half an Hour Later

Morgan had been searching outside of the club for William, but he still hadn't found him. There weren't any clues as to where he was or who had taken him- that is, if he had been taken. He continued searching, though. He had to find him; he had to find his Spencer.

Hotch looked around the parking lot; he still hadn't found anything, but he was hopeful.

Suddenly, he heard a weak voice call something out-a name, he guessed. As he drew closer to the edge of the parking lot, where the end of the cement met with the wooded area, he heard the voice with better clarity. The man was saying 'Spencer' over and over again. Hotch moved a few tree branches and scarce litter as he searched for the man. He had a feeling he knew who it was, but he had to be sure.

"William Reid?" he called out. He wasn't sure where exactly the man was and he needed the man to respond so he could figure out where he was.

"Here!" he yelled. Hotch followed the sound and quickly found the man in a bush. He pulled him out and sat him on the edge of the parking lot.

"HEY!" Hotch yelled, immediately getting JJ's attention. "We need an ambulance!"

"They're around the corner; I'll tell them when they get here!" he shouted back.

Hotch turned his attention back to William, and he sat down beside him. "Where did he injure you?"

"He shot my arm and threw me out of the car. I think I twisted my ankle in the process." William replied through gritted teeth. "I'm fine, though. Find my son!"

"We're working on it; I promise." Hotch reassured. William nodded his head, not entirely sure what he should be doing. As if reading his mind, Hotch continued talking. "Try to stay still; if you keep moving,it'll start bleeding even worse. We're going to find Re-Spencer, okay?"

"No." William spat back. "My son was just kidnapped!"

"I know how much it hurts when your son's in danger; I'm a father, too. I don't know what I'd do if something like this ever happened to my son-"

"You'd do everything you could and then some." William cut in. "Tell me it isn't true." he challenged.

"I know it is, but you won't be able to help him unless you get yourself to a hospital first." Hotch replied.

After a few silent beats, William looked up at Hotch, a tear in his eye. "Do you know why I was here in the first place?"

"No, I don't."

"I got a text message from someone. It said that someone had saw my son stripping at a nightclub. Of course, I didn't believe it, so I ignored it. But then, they sent me a picture. Could that help any?"

"It might." Hotch nodded. "Do you have your phone?"

"Yeah, it's in my pocket." William dug into said pocket with his uninjured arm and retrieved the phone. He handed it to Hotch, who immediately took it. He placed it in his pocket, making a mental note to have Garcia process it later in case there were any incripted files or security features.

Suddenly, William and Hotch heard the ambulance coming around the corner. They both relaxed a little, knowing that help was on the way. They watched as the van pulled into the parking lot and quickly board Jared onto a gurney. Then, the ambulance came toward their direction. It came to a short stop when two men immediately ran out of the back. They placed William on the gurney just as quickly as they had with Jared.

"Do you want to ride with them?" one of the paramedics asked.

"No." Hotch replied. Even if he wanted to, he knew that he had to get back to his team. They needed to find Reid-and fast. The medic nodded before closing the door and signaling for the driver to take off.

Hotch watched the ambulance take off, frowning. Something was wrong- something other than their current case. And as the ambulance spun out not even two miles down the street, he knew what it was.

"Call another ambulance!"

"...Oops! I'd say it sucks to be them right now. Aren't I evil, leaving it like that and all? R&R if you agree!..."