Thank you so much for reviewing!
Please don't hate me for putting Reid in danger, I cut the chapter off earlier than I had planned, but I just needed a brief resting period. :P And I'd just like to point out that Doyle's role isn't going to last very long, thought I'd let you know. I've never written him before so he might be a little OOC.
Violence advisory.
The longer the unidentified man drove, the more Spencer tensed. What was going to happen to him? Was he actually handing him over to his father so he could lay his revenge down upon him? Or was he just going to kill him, even though he said he wasn't going to? The young man sighed, who was he kidding? He wasn't strong, he can't defend himself worth squat. 30 years old, and this happens to him, a little too often. He was aware that he had a knack for being a danger magnet, he didn't purposefully look for danger, it always came to him uninvited. He hated feeling so weak, having to depend on his team to save him whenever something like this happens, what made it worse is how he felt like such a constant burden to them. He recalled Hotch telling him that he was otherwise to them, but he was beginning to question that now. How many times has Reid ever saved or protected one of them? The most he's ever offered when bad things happened to his teammates was moral support, but has he ever rescued one of them when they've done so for him plenty of times already? It wasn't just a matter of saving someone, it was knowing how strong he was. Sure, there's been a few occasions, such as when he protected a man from an angry father, which was a little ironic now that he thought about it, then there was the anthrax breakout, and the time he used magic to trick the unsub on that train. And not to mention, when he talked Owen Savage down and probably saved the boy's life.
It's not like he hasn't been kidnapped or held hostage before during his career, but none of those times were personal. While Spencer wasn't for certain on what this man had planned, he had a bad feeling it involved that horrible man he calls his biological father. As much as it surprised him, he wished he'd pulled the trigger when William attacked him and Hotch at his apartment, it may or may not have been justified, but he didn't care, that man has hurt him so much in his life, it only seemed fair that he got a bullet sent flying into him. That was all wishful thinking by now, he could only guess what this stranger was going to do with him, and he had a good idea on what it was. He must be some sort of friend of his dad's, or something along those lines.
His thoughts were interrupted when the car slowed as it pulled into a parking lot, Reid noted that it belonged to a hospital. The man slipped into a parking space and got out. Spencer opened his mouth to ask what he was up to, but he stopped himself when he came around to his door and opened it.
"This is gonna hurt." He sneered. The young genius didn't have a chance to react when a fist landed on his face, the action was repeated several times over. With a bloody nose and a broken lip, Reid coughed once. "Please." He begged, unable to defend himself or even get away, but the man didn't respond, he continued his assault until finally, one last solid blow knocked the thin man out of consciousness. The man growled as he messaged his aching fist, the kid was certainly a fighter, but now his and William's plan could proceed. He unbuckled Spencer and used his knife to cut off the plastic cable tie off his wrists. He grunted as he hoisted the young profiler over his shoulder and carried him over to the doors that lead to the emergancy room, he carefully laid him down on the concrete outside the doors before fleeing the scene and hiding behind a corner of the building. He smirked when he heard a sudden commotion and the frantic sounds of people shouting. He peeked over and saw some nurses working to get Dr. Reid on a gurney so they could wheel him inside.
So far, so good. Now he just had to wait a little while before going inside himself and see what the brat's room number is..
(Spencer Reid!)
Hotch held up a framed photo of the current team, his stoic eyes fell onto their youngest, his big, brown eyes, slight wave, and awkward smile combined with his long curls, JJ was to his right, her hands on her hips, Morgan to his left, his muscular arms folded. It was almost lunch break, and he could finally go and see Spencer, he partially figured he was waiting anxiously for him to visit. Aaron still needed to inform and ask the others if they wished to join him on visiting Reid. He hoped the young man was doing okay, it had to be hard on him staying at a rehab, even if it is specialized for law enforcement, Hotch couldn't be more proud of him though. His cell phone rang and he quickly snatched it from his pocket, he recognized the number on the caller ID before he answered. "Hotchner."
"Agent Hotchner, thank goodness you answered!" A female voice responded, she sounded out of breath. "It's Betty, from the rehab facility, you dropped Dr. Reid off here yesterday."
"Yes? Did something happen?" The BAU leader asked, panic on the verge of increasing.
"Spencer went missing after a man came by to visit him."
"What?" He shouted. "Did you get his name? What did he look like?"
"He just said he was a concerned friend. He was a little above average in height, and he didn't have much hair." She explained. "We finally had a security guard break down the door because a chair was blocking it. The window was broken by another chair, and it looks like fight may have happened. All of his belongings are still here."
That doesn't sound like William. He thought. "I'm on my way," Hotch rose from his seat at his desk and was already heading for his office door. "Do not touch or remove anything until I get there."
"Yes, of course."
Aaron snapped his phone shut and pocketed it. He ran a hand over his short, dark hair, worry was now engulfing him, overriding his annoyance because the rehab staff's stupidity. The youngest of his team, the man who he considers a second son, was in danger, and nobody was there to protect him. He knew Reid sometimes hated being 'treated like a baby' but when his life is actually at risk, that's when opinions like that don't matter. He may be an adult, but physically, he's relatively defenseless, and sadly, people often took advantage of that. Hotch had a bad feeling that whoever took Spencer had to have been this Doyle guy, he should've figured the man was more involved than originally thought.
Damn that William, damn him to hell. How dare he treat his son so terribly when he was just a child, and continue to do so to this day? Reid deserved a happy life, doing the job he loves, only worrying about himself, William thinks he can just take that away from someone who never hurt a soul in his life that he didn't have to? Not if Hotch had a say in it. He was glad that he could offer Spencer the experience of having a real father, one who cares about you, and now William is trying to ruin it all, Aaron gritted his teeth, he ran different scenarios through his mind, ranging from him flat out shooting the man who claims to be a 'father' to Morgan beating him to a pulp. Each one made him feel slightly better.
He stormed out of his office, not bothering to lock it. Morgan and Prentiss shot up when they saw their fuming boss, they grew anxious as he was about to pass by. "Hotch, what's going on?" Derek asked.
"Reid was kidnapped from the rehab by a man, and it wasn't William." He spoke before resuming his way to the glass doors, becoming oblivious to his two agents that were now following him.
"What? Do they know where they went? Who took him?" Emily asked desperately.
"I don't know, but I have an idea that it was Ian Doyle taking Spencer to his father." The Unit Chief said.
"Wait, shouldn't we tell the others?"
"We don't have time! Call them on their cell phones, we need to get over there, now."
(Spencer Reid!)
William held up his disposable cell phone that had started to ring, he answered it and smirked when he heard the voice on the other line. "He's been admitted. I got his room number."
"Excellent." William grinned. After Ian finished filling him in, he started the engine to the stolen truck and pulled out of the parking lot of the apartment complex. As he drove to the address Doyle gave him, he listened to the scanner on the passenger seat, from what he could tell, an FBI agent was reported missing and believed to have been kidnapped. They gave a vague description that matched Ian, which made he grin, this was almost too good to be true.
It wasn't fair. Why should he be nothing but an average Joe with a job that barely paid his bills and put food on the table? While his stupid son is living a life of glory, saving lives and taking names, being on TV, appearing on newspapers even? He was practically a celebrity, and it annoyed William to the core. Yes, he will admit that he's jealous of Spencer's success, especially after what occurred as he grew up. He was a genius, and he couldn't stand the thought of him surpassing him in life. Soon it will be all over, his so called son, IQ of 187 and all that crap, will be all taken away from him.
(Spencer Reid!)
Morgan and Prentiss were gripping their doors for dear life as Hotch sped down the road. They knew that their boss was worried sick about Spencer, hell, they all were! But Aaron needed to realize that they couldn't help the young genius if they get in a crash. Aaron's eyes blazed as he stared at the road, only until the facility came into view, he swerved into the parking lot and came to a screeching halt, only their seat belts kept their faces from colliding with the dashboard. It was then they noticed a small group of reporters by the front entrance. Hotch jumped out and fought his way through the crowd with his agents not far behind.
"Where the hell did these people come from?" Derek shouted as he shoved a camera out of his face.
"I don't know," Emily said, pushing a young woman aside. "I told JJ, Rossi, and Garcia what happened, maybe JJ told the press about Reid being missing or something?"
Once they got through the hungry people, they rushed inside where Betty, who had called Hotch, was there by the front desk.
"Agent Hotchner, you're here! Dr. Reid's-"
"I know where it is, thank you." He cut her off quickly as he rounded a corner, zoomed down the hall and finally reached the door to Spencer's quarters. He pushed open the door and saw a pair of people, who he assumed were CSIs, scanning the room, he didn't quite understand why they were even here, this was a kidnapping case, not a murder investigation. The team was already for sure on who took their friend. Morgan and Prentiss eventually managed to catch up when they followed their boss inside. Just as Betty had explained, the window was smashed completely, however, very few things looked to be out of place, aside from the two chairs, there was a couple of small buttons on the floor, they looked to have belonged to a shirt maybe. In fact, the scene didn't look all that severe, but the circumstances still were. Reid was gone, and in the hands of a potentially dangerous man, who could very well be handing him to his father on a silver platter. They didn't want to think about what could happen beyond that, and they hoped that it wouldn't get that far, but nobody had a clue on where Doyle or William were.
"How could those people be so stupid as to let an unidentified man visit one of their patients at a rehabilitation for law enforcement?" Morgan gaped to nobody in particular.
Aaron sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, he remembered how he felt when Foyet was in his own house with his wife and son, when he heard the fatal gunshot that took Haley's life, and had Jack not understood his clue, the same fate probably would have befallen him. Now that feeling was fresh in his mind, Spencer may not share any relation by blood to him, but ever since Gideon left and when he learned about all the horrors Reid endured in the hands of William, he felt the increased urge to protect him, and he's done that and more for nearly a year. It was around the end of April when it all started, when he found the young genius on the roadside, crying, all because he was lonesome. It ached his heart at the site of him that night, but he hid it well for Spencer's sake. He couldn't imagine how he would've felt had he not seen him and just drove by. Reid needed a father figure, one who would never leave him, who would always be there for him, who would care for him when no one else could, and now Hotch has come to realize, he failed to do that the moment he left him here at the rehab. He wasn't here to protect him from a man who's only intention was to bring pain and suffering to him, he isn't able to comfort him and relieve him of any fear he's most likely experiencing this very moment, he almost felt as if he was a poor excuse of a surrogate father. Spencer needs him now more than ever, and here he is just standing here in with his thoughts. But what could he do? He didn't know where he was taken, where he is now... Or if he's even still alive.
Hotch swallowed and attempted to blink back the tears that were threatening to come out. I'm sorry, Reid.
(Spencer Reid!)
William pulled the pickup truck and trailer into the hospital parking lot, he carelessly left it on several vacant spaces before shutting off the engine and getting out. He went straight for the hospital's ER doors and went inside, there he casually walked up to a nurse at the desk. "Hi, I heard a Dr. Spencer Reid was admitted? He was found beaten or something outside?"
"Who are you?" She asked suspiciously, squinting her eyes at the man.
"Oh, sorry, I'm his father, William."
She nodded slowly, as if she didn't buy his story, which irritated him. "Yes, he's in a room right now, but he is not to receive any visitors of any kind for another hour."
"An hour?" William repeated, keeping his voice soft and concerned. "But he's my son."
"I understand sir, but it's the doctor's orders."
"Can I just see him for a couple minutes?" He asked hopefully.
"I'm sorry, but I can't do that." She shook her head firmly. "However, if you'd like, you could either come back or wait it out in the cafeteria."
William sighed. "Fine, where's the cafeteria?"
"Upstairs, second floor. The elevators are down that hallway." She pointed toward a long corridor. William simply nodded silently and headed in that direction. He wanted nothing more right now then to rush to that brat's room and get rid of him once and for all, he knew the number after all, but he couldn't raise any alarms from the staff and risk his plans being ruined.
His plans could not be ruined.
He didn't worry too much though, those profiler friends of Spencer's are probably way too busy looking for Doyle, right now he felt that he practically had all the time in the world... too bad his son didn't.
He smirked to himself as he stepped inside the empty elevator car.
(Spencer Reid!)
Hotch was feeling helpless, he should be doing something to bring his 'second son' home safely, but there wasn't anything he could do it seemed. Prentiss watched with uncertainty as he sat on the bed, his face buried in his hands. Not once did she recall her boss acting this way, but Reid did have a close spot in Aaron's heart, he cared for the young man like no one ever has before, going as far as to clear out his home office to make a room and give him a permanent place of residence. Only did his biological son top the care that Hotch provided Spencer, but what he got was still something.
Emily bit her lip, there was no way her team could find out about Doyle, it was almost a miracle that Garcia wasn't able to find anything on him that would draw attention to her. Even then, if she revealed every single secret she had about Ian, they still wouldn't find Reid any sooner. It was frustrating that she knew so much about the man that kidnapped Spencer, and yet, none of it would help them on finding either of them.
Morgan's phone rang and he reached over and pulled it out. The dark skinned agent sighed before he flipped it open and brought it to his ear. "Yeah Garcia?" He paused and soon he become noticeably tense, this in turn caused Prentiss to tense up. "What? Are you sure? What's the address?"
Hotch didn't bother looking up, he was already fearing the worst.
"Derek?" Emily asked. He waved her off for a moment. "Okay, we'll meet you over there." He snapped his phone shut. "Hotch, Penelope said that a hospital called her and told that a Dr. Spencer Reid was admitted awhile ago." The BAU leader shot up immediately upon hearing this and he was already on his feet, heading for the door. "Is he okay? Who brought him in?"
"Nobody did, they found him beaten and unconscious in front of the emergency room entrance, but he's alive and stable." Morgan spoke as he and Prentiss followed their leader out to the hallway. Although relieved that Spencer was okay, Hotch's anger boiled, who would want to hurt someone like Reid? He never truly understood it. He was so young and innocent, so many things have happened to him that never should have, ever. The words 'beaten' and 'unconscious' in the same sentence about their youngest member was something none of them liked to hear. Morgan gritted his teeth and balled his fists tightly, he was ready to punch the very next person who talked to him. Emily was compartmentalizing, but inside, she was just as upset as her colleagues. She wanted to murder Doyle, the image of him beating up her younger co-worker made her blood curdle.
"Rossi, JJ, and Garcia are gonna meet us over there." Derek stated as they exited the rehab and got into their SUV. Desperate to get there as soon as possible, Aaron flipped on the siren and floored it.
Hang in there, Spencer. You're family's coming.
(Spencer Reid!)
JJ's heart was racing like the SUV she was driving. Dave and Penelope didn't object to it, they wanted to get there fast too. The blonde bit her lip, she was not going to let that monster harm her Spence, not while they're able to be there to protect him. Tobias Hankel may have gotten a chance before they were able to get to him, she was not going to allow history to repeat itself. Rossi didn't know Reid quite as long as the others, but he's been around him long enough to grow fond of him, and like everyone else, the need to keep him safe from the horrors life can bring. Garcia was sure her heart was beating faster than average, she didn't want to think about what her Junior G-man might be going through, she was ready to strangle William with her own bare hands if he ever laid a finger on him.
"There's Hotch, Morgan, and Prentiss." Dave pointed out toward a twin SUV up ahead that sped into the parking lot. JJ pushed down a little more on the gas and followed the other vehicle, she then slowed and brought it to a stop next to it. The FBI agents got out and stampeded through the ER entrance and up to the receptionist's desk. The same nurse who met William was there reading a magazine.
"Dr. Spencer Reid? I'm his fath- boss, Aaron Hotchner." The Unit Chief swiftly corrected himself before holding up his badge for the young woman to see.
She sighed with boredom. "Visiting time for Agent Reid isn't for another fifteen minutes. Doctor's orders."
"Ma'am, we're his family." Derek demanded.
"Great, more family." She muttered quietly, but none of them heard her. "If you'd like, you can sit in the waiting room until then."
"We can't accept that." Hotch argued. "There is a man who could very well be in this building right now, he is a threat to Dr. Reid's life, and we need to be there to protect him."
"Fine, whatever." She rolled her eyes. "This way." She said without passing them a glance, she headed through a set of doors and into a larger area with desks, computers, and employees bustling about. Despite the woman's rude behavior, at least she was taking them to Spencer's room, she lead them to a more secluded hallway, then she finally stopped at a closed door, there was a window but the blinds prevented anyone from viewing inside. The eager family didn't even bother knocking before they opened it and piled into the room.
There lied Reid on a bed, his face was bruised and his wrists had red marks. He was unconscious, but he was still alive, that was the important thing. Whatever Doyle put him through, and what William had planned... The team were here and ready, Spencer was safe, there was no way anything bad was going to happen to him as long as his friends, his family was with him. Aaron breathed a sigh of relief as he laid eyes on his second son. He may be hurt, and was probably scared for a while, but he was safe and still among the living, that's what mattered the most to him right now.
"You're gonna have to explain to his doctor about this." The nurse folded her arms.
"So be it." Rossi grumbled. Being the last one in, he shut the door in her face. She scoffed and returned to her post. Hotch and Garcia took the chairs closest to Spencer's bedside while the others stood nearby. The bubbly technical analyst held a pale, skinny hand in her own, Aaron brushed curly strands out of the young man's face, revealing another bruise not seen before. He exhaled, knowing that blaming himself will do no good, as much as he felt the need to.
A soft moan emitted from Reid's closed lips and he stirred slightly, his eyes remained shut, however. Everyone kept their attention on the 30 year old boy as he shook his head on the pillow.
"Help." He mumbled. Prentiss and JJ shared a worried glance.
"Dad, where are you? Please..." He whimpered. Dave was now confused.
"He-help me, dad, don't let them hurt me." Realization struck Hotch and before Garcia could do anything, he sat up and gripped the young genus's shoulders and began to gently shake him awake.
"Reid, you're okay, just wake up."
"No!" He choked out a sob. "Dad, s-save me! Don't let them... No, please!"
"I'm right here," Aaron calmly reassured. "Just wake up, Spencer, and it will all be over. Just open up your eyes."
With a gasp, Spencer sat upright, causing Aaron to step back. His eyelids finally snapped open, his brown eyes filled with fear as he shot around, instantly relaxing at the sight of his teammates surrounding him and most of all...
"Dad?" He asked timidly, facing his boss.
"I'm here son, it's okay, you're safe." Hotch gripped his right hand and wiped a stray tear off his cheek. Reid breathed and laid back down the pillow.
"You okay, kid?" Morgan questioned kindly.
"Yeah," He nodded. "I am now." A faint smiled formed on his somewhat beaten face.
"Reid?" Garcia spoke.
"Yes?"
"Do you really call Hotch 'dad'?"
Spencer gulped. "Sometimes, why?" He answered hesitantly.
"Oh, no reason, I just think it's super duper cute!" She grinned.
"Spencer?" Aaron stared.
"Yeah?"
"I'm sorry for leaving you at that place, I should've known-"
"No, it's okay, Hotch." The young doctor interrupted. "You didn't know, it's not your fault. Besides, that place was pretty nice up until that man kidnapped me." He chuckled weakly.
"Hotch?" This time JJ spoke up, she pulled away her cell phone from her ear that nobody had noticed her pick up in the first place. "A truck and trailer full of horses was reported stolen by the owner earlier today, some police officers that were driving along noticed those same vehicles parked outside the hospital. They talked with an employee who described the man getting out, he fit William Reid's profile."
"When was this?" Aaron asked, the feeling of anxiety growing.
"Around fifty minutes ago."
"That means he's here right now." Rossi stated, slightly panicked.
"Remember that rude nurse out there? She said it was the doctors orders for Reid to not have any visitors until a certain length of time passed. When we got here, she said it was fifteen minutes." Prentiss pointed out.
"William must be waiting it out somewhere in the building, he couldn't go on with anything he might've had planned without raising suspicion from the nurses." JJ said.
"JJ, where are those officers now?" Morgan asked.
"They're out in the ER waiting room, why?"
"I'm going to tell them where Reid's room is, should William actually show up here within the next five minutes, I want to be sure he doesn't get away again." He explained, his voice filled with determination. Before anyone could say anything, he was out the door and shutting it.
"What if he knows we're already here though?" Emily pondered. "He may have already fled."
"Or he could be waiting until there's less of us around." Dave added.
"We're not going to let that happen, right?" Garcia gasped.
"No," Hotch shook his head. "We're all going to be here for Spencer."
"Good, I don't want that man hurting our baby."
"Garcia, I'm not a baby." Reid tried to argue.
"Oh, yes you are." Penelope smiled. "You're best, sweetest, cutest one around." Spencer immediately blushed.
The door knob tilted down, they assumed it was probably Morgan coming back, even though it was only barely a minute ago since he left the room. The door opened and the first thing that caught their eyes was a knife in a hand. William entered and closed it, he froze just as the profilers and technical analyst did when their eyes all met.
Before Spencer knew it, four guns were aimed straight at his biological father, and to be honest, he didn't really care.
I would say William is screwed now, wouldn't you? :P