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Addicted Innocence-Chapter 10

Taken

Spencer Reid gulped as he heard his captor's voice. His vision was still fuzzy, but the voice sounded familiar to him. He squinted, causing his headache to grow. The man glared at Reid's lack of response before whacking him in the back of his head. "Don't you recognize me, Spencer?" he growled.

"Can't…see…" Reid choked out. "Blurry."

"It'll pass." the man mumbled. "In the mean time, I think we have some things we need to discuss." he added.

"I think I have to agree with you." Reid muttered, obviously annoyed at his vision's lack of obedience. His mind was screaming at him to focus on the man's words and ignore his vision, knowing that, logically, it would become refocused in a few more minutes. He shook his head and straightened up again.

"Do you know why you're here?" he asked.

"You're the UnSub that my team is trying to catch. You kidnap strippers from gay clubs in Las Vegas and torture them, my guess by raping them."

"Well, that's one way to put it." the UnSub smirked. "You're half right, I'd say."

'Half right? Which part am I right about?' Reid. As if reading his mind, the man continued.

"You're right; I am kidnapping strippers from gay bars, but I'm not torturing them."

"Then who is?" Reid asked. He blinked his eyes a couple time, glad that they seemed to finally be refocusing .

"Whoever buys them." The sentence was the only hint Reid needed to figure out just what exactly was going on. He closed his eyes and leaned his head against the wall, digesting the horrible revelation he had just encountered. "I'm shocked it took you so long to figure out just what exactly's going on." the man admitted. "You probably knew all along; you just didn't want to face the truth. I can understand, but as a profiler, I had come to expect more of you."

That was when Reid finally realized who had taken him. Panic raised throughout his body as his vision finally cleared. He scanned over the man's harsh features, his mind automatically connecting the dots like it had been trained so well to do. "You're…you're…"

"Marcus. Yes Spencer, of course am I! Why else would I have picked you? To me, it was too risky, but to the higher ups? You were worth it. And now I'm starting to see their reasonings. When I was in your apartment with you, do you know how hard it was for me not to break down and jump you right there?" Marcus lowered himself to the floor, sliding a hand around Reid's waist. "You were so perfect and beautiful and curvy…." he whispered seductively. "I wanted you so bad for myself, but I know that I can't have you.

They had much bigger plans for you."

"Like selling me to the highest bidder?" Reid growled back, trying his best to shove Marcus back through the restraints.

"Do you know just how much that highest bidder will offer, Spencer? Do you even realize just how appealing you are to men like me? I bet you don't even know how many 'men like me' there are in this world. Far too many, Spencer, and they're all looking for what you have to offer."

Spencer whimpered as the man grabbed hold of his thigh a little too roughly, the already sore patch of skin now screaming in agony. Marcus chuckled as the much thinner man struggled underneath his grasp. No matter how much he tried to fight, Marcus knew the younger man would never be able to fight off his strength. He forced Spencer's lips onto his own, moaning as he heard Spencer cry. He roughly parted lips and pulled him by the hair, slamming his head against the wall. He forced him to look into his dark blue eyes, waiting as he felt the fear radiate off Spencer.

"I've been given the opportunity to, uh, 'train you', and I fully plan to take advantage of that opportunity. You try to leave, you disobey, you try to fight back? We go all night, and you don't even have half a clue how bad that's gonna hurt you. I don't plan to hold back, and neither will the men who we'll auction you off to. What I do to you will be 10 times less painful than what they'll do, and the boss-man wants to make sure you can handle that." Marcus stood up and headed toward the door. Just as he was about to reach out for the handle, he paused and turned around. "I know you're smart- smarter than anyone here will give you credit for. If you do manage to escape, just keep in mind that our little threat still stands. Now, I highly doubt you'd want anything to happen to Henry, so if I were you, I'd behave." With that, Marcus slammed the door…

William Reid woke up in a quiet and very plain atmosphere. Harsh lights blinded him for a few seconds as his mind processed what had happened. When everything finally came back to him, he groaned. He had been shot, not fatally, but still. And his son-Spencer was missing. A man that Spencer worked with had found him in the parking lot shortly after he had been shot, and he had promised to find his son. His head spun with worry as he waited, something he was never good at. After what seemed to be forever, a nurse finally appeared.

"Mr. Reid, you're awake." she smiled. "Your surgery went well, and you will be making a full recovery."

"Is….is there anyone here from the FBI?" he asked.

"Yes, a woman named JJ. Would you like to speak with her now, or would you prefer to wait a bit?"

"I'd like to see her now, if that is possible." he responded.

"Yes, of course." she answered. With a final nod, she opened the door and a blond woman replaced her spot.

"Are you JJ?" William asked.

"Yeah, I work with Spence." she nodded.

"Has your team found him yet; what about Jared?"

"No, but we know that the UnSub kidnapped both of them. He's working with a team, which is how they planned the ambulance to crash so they could kidnap Jared but yet still reach your son."

"So he knew Spencer was undercover?"

"Yes, we believe so. It's the only way to explain how he knew where Jared would be."

"Why did he kidnap my son? Spencer was just posing as a stripper…?"

"We believe the UnSub somehow knew Spence. Perhaps he saw him walk out of the police station when he first arrived, but we're not ruling anything out yet. Once my team has a working profile, we'll be able to better determine how this UnSub knew him. In the mean time, do you think you could tell me what happened when you were waiting with your son in the bar?"

"Honestly, I don't know. All I remember was talking to my son about the text message I received with the photo attachment, and them I felt a hand creep up against my throat. He put a cloth up to my mouth and then I was out like a like. I vaguely remember someone doing it to Spencer, too. He had a ring on his hand- a class ring. Uh…'91 was the year, and it had a dark blue stone and a blue bird."

"School mascot?"

"Yeah, that's what it looked like." William nodded.

"Alright, that's good." JJ said, smiling a little in effort to relieve some of William's anxiety.

"Could that help identify him?"

"It's very possible, yes." JJ replied. "Do you remember anything else?"

William paused for a moment, trying his hardest to remember what exactly had happened. "I'm sorry, there's just….there's just nothing there." William sighed. "I can't remember anything."

"That's okay. Most people aren't even able to give us as much as you have already. The information you have us can really help solve the case. We can track down which school has that mascot and look at the student seniors for '91. Then, we can narrow the list down to only a handful of names using the profile."

"Alright, good." William nodded, his eyes closing. He was suddenly very tired, and he could feel his mind shutting down…

"I'm going to relay this information make to my team. Get some rest, okay?' William just nodded, already half asleep. JJ stepped outside of the hospital room, her hand reaching into her pocket for her cell phone. She quickly dialed the familiar number and held the phone up to her ear. "Yeah, Hotch. I think we may have just gotten another lead…

"….So there's the situation J Next, we work on getting in-depth and closer to solving. R&R?…"