Ariel's P.O.V.

I was worried.

Several days had passed since the last time I had spoken with Spencer on the phone. While normally that wouldn't have bothered me that much, he hadn't texted me even once since he left. Even though Spence wasn't a fan of texting, he would still text me if he couldn't get away from a case long enough to call.

Which meant something had happened, and I wasn't going to like it at all.

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Spencer's P.O.V.

I was dying.

There was no other plausible explanation for the sheer amount of pain that I was feeling, until the door opened and Tobias Hankel walked into the room again, and I remembered what had happened.

Flying to Georgia.

Investigating the case.

Going to talk to the Hankel family, and then realising that Tobias Hankel was their UnSub.

Splitting up with JJ, and then… my eyes widened as it all came back to me. The last thing that I remembered was Tobias shoving a needle in my arm, and my eyes went wide at the thought of possibly ending up addicted to the drug.

"Tobias," I asked, and the sound of my own voice surprised me. It was hoarse from disuse, and I started to wonder…

"Tobias, how long have I been here?" I asked, starting to worry about my wife. Not only because I knew she would be worrying about me, but because I knew that there was a chance I might never see her again. I was wondering what she had wanted to tell me before we left, knowing that I might never have a chance to find out.

"Two days now… I think." he said, as he rolled up my sleeve again, preparing to put another needle into my arm.

I teared up slightly at the sight of it, knowing that I was acting childish, but I really didn't care anymore. I was scared, and tired, and the only thing that I wanted right now was to see my wife again. "No, please," I begged. "I don't want it…" my eyes rolled up in my head as Tobias injected me with the drug. "Ariel…" I whispered, before everything went black.

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Three days had passed since I had last talked to Spence, and I couldn't take it anymore. The band was heading out to New York City in a few hours to do a photoshoot to promote our next album, but before we left, I needed to know that my husband was okay. I tried calling him one last time, but when he didn't answer, I headed to the BAU, thinking that maybe Garcia would be able to tell me something.

But once I got to her office, the technical goddess was nowhere to be seen. Confused, I left her office and went to check the bullpen and the break room, hoping that she would be in there, but the only person there that I recognized was Anderson.

"Mrs. Reid!" he said, sounding surprised. "What are you doing here?"

"Have you seen Penelope anywhere?" I asked him. "I need to talk to her."

He looked anxious for a moment, like he knew something that I wasn't supposed to. "She's not here - she was called down to Georgia to help the team with their current case."

Needless to say, that set alarm bells ringing. Spencer wasn't allowed to tell me much about their cases, but from what he had told me in the past, I knew that Penelope stayed here, at Quantico, unless something was seriously wrong. "Alright." I told him, trying to keep myself calm, even though the only thing that I wanted to do was get on the next plane to Georgia. "Thank you."

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Spencer's P.O.V.

The rare moments when I was fully conscious were full of pain and remembrance. There were flashes of a lot of my childhood, but even more moments of Ariel and I.

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Ariel's P.O.V.

We were on the plane to New York, but I still couldn't shake the feeling that something was terribly wrong. I turned to Kat, telling her that I would be right back, before going to the plane's bathroom. I knew that I wasn't technically supposed to be making phone calls on the plane, but I had called Spencer over and over again while we were waiting at the airport, and now I was ready to call in the big guns.

"Gideon." the voice on the other end of the line said, and I took a deep breath.

"Gideon?" I asked, my voice shaking slightly. "It's Ariel - Spencer's wife."

"What can I do for you?" he asked, not even bothering with a 'hello'.

"Cut the crap." I told him sharply, my voice getting stronger due to my anger. "That's what you can do. I know something's gone wrong, Spencer hasn't picked up his phone for days, and he isn't answering any of my texts either. So, I'll tell you what you can do for me - you can tell me what the hell has happened to my husband."

"Calm down, Mrs. Reid." the older agent said firmly. "I promise, Dr. Reid is fine. He's just undercover at the moment, which is why he hasn't been able to answer his phone."

"So you promise that he is fine?" I asked him, stressing the word. "You promise that he is safe?"

Gideon sighed, before saying, "I promise you that he is safe."

"Alright." I told him, even thouh I still wasn't completely convinced. "I'm trusting you."

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Gideon's P.O.V.

As soon as I flipped my phone shut, I heard Hotch speak up.

"Why did you lie to her?" he asked me, his normally stern face showing the slightest hint of emotion. "You should have told her the truth, Jason."

"And risk her panicking and losing hope?" I asked him, giving a grim smile. "If I was her, I'd rather have false hope than none at all."

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