I'm sorry for the delay for this one. But yesterday, I was preparing for the biggest exam of my life and I had it today. Oh god. RELIEF. So, be expecting better chapters my mind isn't distracted or worried anymore. So, here's what's happened to our good friend Spencer

Spencer blinked himself awake and tried to grasp his basic surrondings and memories of the night before. The rest of his body still to numb to move, he took to trying to figure out where he was. There was a strange yet soft sensation under him, it took him quite a while to realise he was lying on a bed. No, not just a bed, it was his bed. Groaning lightly, Spencer noticed the plain decoration of the hotel room and gave a slighlt sigh of relief. Bringing his hand towards his temple, Spencer ran his hand over the sticky congealed blood that was once seeping out his head. Suddenly, the night before returned back to his mind in flashes and Reid remembered the unsub.

"Oh god." he whispered to himself.

Remembering that the unsub couldn't be far, Reid desperatly tried to find himself a weapon. His gun would be latched to his belt, he would just have to reach down, and grab it without alerting anyone around him. Looking under the covers, Spencer found himself surprised. Not only was his gun missing but his shirt was also gone. Starting to fear what happened the night before, Spencer wriggled his toes and forced the life back into them. Reid grabbed the lamp stand and leaned aganist the wall for support; his body was still weak from the aftermath of the drug that he was given last night. His breath began to hitch when he heard the faint click of the hotel room door. Hiding behind the door to the bathroom, Spencer got ready to swing the lamp shade into the unsubs face and get out of the room. Quickly turning around the door and thrusting the lamp forward, Reid was not letting this go lightly.

"Has anyone seen Reid?" Hotch sighed getting ready to load the suv.

"He wasn't at breckfast." JJ frowned.

"I just assumed he'd ordered room service, or something." Kevin shrugged.

"He probably just overslept." Prentiss rolled her eyes. "The time differnce probably messed up his sleep pattern."

"Yeah, you're probably right. I'll go to his room." Morgan jogged back into the the hotel. Jumping into the elvator, Morgan ran over a speech he could give to Spencer about getting to work at the right time. Just to annoy the youngest of the team. Reaching the door, Morgan pulled out the master key that each of them had been given. A small click announcing his entrance. "Hey kid.." Morgan smiled before a large mass whacked him straight in the face. Grunting as he fell to the floor, he instantly snatched his gun out his holster and pointed it at the body infront of him.

"Spencer?" Morgan raised his eyes and looked up at the young man. He hardly stood up by himself, standing topless, protecting himself with a lampshade.

"Morgan?" he exhaled slowly. "Oh thank god." he slid down the wall collapsing on himself.

"Woah kid, I need you to stay awake for me." Morgan smiled.

"It's ok, I'm not too hurt." Spencer yawned as Morgan started checking his vitals.

"You've got of blood running down your head. You're not ok!" Morgan squeezed his hand keeping Reid awake. "Who did this to you?"

"My head hurts Morgan." Spencer clutched onto his hair getting ready to rip it out.

"I know kid but stay with me, ok?"

"I can't." and with that Spencer was unconcious. Flipping open his phone, Morgan quickly rang an ambulance before getting Hotch on the phone. "Yeah, get up here quickly. He seems to be tired but I don't think he has anything life threatning." Morgan explained. "No, he was topless and trying to defend himself from someone." he waited a few seconds for Hotch to finish speaking. "The unsub? Maybe, I guess only Reid knows."

AT THE HOSPITAL

"It was definatly the unsub!" Spencer stressed sitting in the hospital bed.

"Are you sure?" Chief Green asked for the tenth time. "Because we have to be sure."

"I swear if you ask him that question again..." Garcia gritted her teeth.

"Down Tiger!" Morgan placed his hand on her shoulder.

"Ok, this interview is over!" Green left the room wearing his all to familiar frown.

"How are you Spence?" JJ smiled down at him.

"I'm fine, just a bit shaken up."

"So, tell us what happened." Rossi grabbed his little black note book. Spencer explained everything to them; form the video to Ingrid right to his last words to him.

"So he left you?" Prentiss seemed curious.

"Yeah." Reid nodded.

"That's strange. He could have done anything or even taken you but he left you here." Hotch pondered. "To be honest, he could have done anything, you were unarmed and drugged."

"I know." Reid started running his fingers through his short brown hair. "That's the thing that surprises me." He felt something strange then. Something differnt. "He cut my hair!" Spencer gasped.

"What?" Garcia ran over to Reid staring at the back of his head. "Yeah, right here. There's less hair."

"There is as well. But it still looks good, so good you owuldn'y notice unless you looked closely." Garcia stroked Reid's hair.

"Or you know, feel the back of your head." Kevin shrugged.

"Why would he cut your hair?" Morgan stood there squinting.

"Trophy?" Hotch offered.

"For not killing Reid? I don't thinks so." Rossi shook his head.

"Then why?" JJ looked dazed and confused. Just like the rest of the team.

Ingrid sat on her bed, her head buried into her hands. She used up her time mainly thinking nowadays. There wasn't much to do otherwise. She was given three meals a day and the lights went out at a certain time each day. Meaning that the rest of the hours of the day were lonly and silent. The room she was in, was mostly plain. One bed, one bedside table, one bathroom and one door. In the right ceeling corner of the room, there was a CCTV camera that clocked her every move. While being here, she had only seen the man who brought her here once, and he was wearing a mask at the time. But he spoke to her alot; over a tannoy system that squeaked whenever he spoke into it. He often spoke of others like her, others that had been snatched away from where they lived.

"Ingrid." the tannoy system squeaked loudly. She looked up at the camera, staring hatefully at the lense. "You should probably get some sleep. Your going to meet the rest of the team soon and you're going to need all your energy."

"Forget that!" she spat.

"What have I told you about speaking back to me?" the enraged voice of her captour yelled.

"What are you going to do?"

"I'm going to make your life here a living hell if I have to."

"Already done mate!" Ingrid snapped sarcastically.

"Oh no, you don't know half of what i can do." And with that the voice was gone. And Ingrid was left with a horrid sense of dread.

I think we all need to have a minute silence for some of Reid's hair. Fallen soldiers, you will be missed.