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Hotch skidded to a halt, seeing the crumpled metal and smashed glass that had once been a government SUV. He jumped out of his own vehicle and ran towards the one Reid had been driving. He could see blood through the tinted driver's side window.
Once the unit chief had closed the gap between vehicles, he was confused at the slightly open door. He grabbed a tissue from his pocket and yanked the door open, revealing deployed and deflated airbags, seats littered with shattered window glass, blood, Reid's cellphone… but no Reid.
Hotch quickly spun around, searching for anything that might point him towards where his youngest agent might be. Seeing nothing, not even a blood trail or fresh tire tracks, Hotch pulled out his cell and called Garcia.
"Is Reid okay?" she asked halfway through the first ring.
"Cancel the ambulance."
Garcia let out a sigh of relief. "Oh thank god. How is he? What happened? I was so worried."
"Garcia." Hotch sighed, defeated as he heard sirens coming down the road. "He isn't here."
"Wh-what do you mean he isn't there? Where is he?"
Hotch watched as Morgan came barrelling around the corner, the back end of the SUV fishtailing as he did so. "I don't know Garcia. I don't know."
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Reid moved in front of Makaia as the unsub neared, crossing the thirty foot diagonal in a matter of seconds. He was at least three inches taller than Reid, meaning he had a foot on Makaia, and three times as big, arms thick with muscle.
"My team is going to find us." Reid said, defiantly.
"Oh I've no doubt about that." the man in front of him sneered, his bright green eyes cold and clinical and he flicked a strand of jet black hair out of his eyes. "The question is, will they do it in time or not?"
"And why wouldn't they?" the agent challenged. "Having me gone is only going to make them work harder and faster."
"True, however, they will be dividing their attention between this case and your case."
"It's the same case. What are you talking about?" Reid was genuinely confused, knitting his eyebrows as he spoke.
"Makaia, my darling," Reid felt Makaia tense behind him, "Would you minds shedding some light on this situation?"
Makaia took a breath and Reid turned slightly sideways so he could see Makaia while still watching the unsub.
"Liam and Addison won't know I'm missing for a few days." She mumbled. "They're out of town for the weekend and I'm supposed to be at a friend's from school. But he made me text Holly that I was feeling sick and heading to their biological son's aunt's house with him instead. Adam saw me get on the bus to get to Holly's house and I had to text Addison that I got there fine so a missing person's report won't be filed until Monday."
"And it's still Friday." The unsub looked very proud of himself. "Is five days going to be enough time for your team to find you, Spencer?"
"We've solved cases in less time." he sneered right back. "As soon as they connect us, they'll figure it out within a day." He was showing more confidence than he actually felt, but he couldn't give into this monster's dominant, narcissistic god complex.
"Well I wouldn't get my hopes up." His voice was mocking and clinical. The unsub reached to the waistband of his jeans and pulled out a pistol, leveling it with Makaia's face. "Step aside Spencer. Do anything else and I blow her brains out right here, right now. Do you want this lovely young girl's blood on your hands?"
Reid moved away from Makaia, keeping his eyes on the gun that remained pointed at her face. This back ached as he shifted to sit against the wall. He watched as the unsub pulled a key from his pocket and roughly grabbed the chain attached to the cuff around Makaia's ankle. She kept her eyes focused on the barrel of the gun, unable to look away from the hollow, cylindrical metal piece that could kill her within seconds.
The unsub slid the key back into his pocket and roughly grabbed a fistful of Makaia's blonde hair. She bit her lip, but didn't make a sound.
"Leave her alone!" Reid all but shouted, standing up and stepping away from the wall in protest.
"No no no, Spencer." The unsub taunted, grabbing Makaia around her slender chest and sticking the gun under her chin. "Do you want me to kill her now? Sit down."
The look of fear in Makaia's eyes caused Reid to oblige, but didn't stop protesting. "Don't hurt her. If you need to hurt someone, hurt me." He nearly pleaded with the hulking man, looking apologetically to Makaia.
"Well isn't that just like you, Spencer." The unsub chuckled. "Offering yourself to help somebody else. Just… like… Maeve."
Reid leaned back, his eyes widening in surprise and fear. How did he know about Maeve? "Please." His voice was barely a whisper.
"We'll be back later, Spencer. Come, Makaia." He grabbed her arm and pulled her out of the room, the same way he had come, switching off the light as he went by and engulfing Reid in utter darkness.
What made Reid more uncomfortable than the fact that he couldn't see anything was the fact that Makaia had turned back to him as she was dragged out, and the look of terror on her face had been replaced by a genuine mask of calm.
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"Who would want to take Reid?" Morgan looked like he wanted to punch something as everyone sat anxiously around the table in the makeshift conference room of the police department.
"And how long have they been planning it?" Blake asked, looking around the room at her colleagues, missing the face of their resident genius.
"What do you mean?" JJ was confused in her sleep deprived state. None of them had gotten any sleep the night prior, and it was currently just after one in the afternoon.
"Was Reid a victim of opportunity? Or was this planned?" Blake wondered out loud. "The victim's fiancé lived in a fairly secluded area, so it's more likely the unsub targeted Reid."
"But for the unsub to know Reid was here, he would have had to stalk him beforehand." Hotch pointed out, catching Blake's drift.
"Are we sure this isn't the same guy?" Rossi asked. "We have to consider all angles."
"No teenagers have been reported missing in the twelve hours before, or any time after Reid's abduction." Detective Andrews piped up from the corner, most of the team had forgotten he was there. "We actually haven't received any missing persons reports other than Dr. Reid."
"Detective Andrews is right." Hotch's voice was flat as he fought the buzz of exhaustion in his head. "But we can't put our original case on the backburner. Considering our lack of information and leads at the moment though, we can look into Reid's case for now." Everyone, including Detective Andrews, seemed to agree with that.
"So," Morgan sighed, clearly angry at the situation and himself for letting it happen, "Reid had a stalker?"
"Well, it's possible considering how abruptly we showed up here." Blake said.
"Well if that was the case, he didn't try to contact him." JJ said with a yawn. "Spence would have said something if…" she trailed off, realizing what she was saying was incorrect. Reid probably wouldn't have reached out to the team until he felt he was truly in danger, and maybe not even then. He wouldn't want them to hover, which they probably would.
Hotch pulled out his cell. "Anything?" Garcia's voice came full of hope through the phone.
"Not yet." Hotch stated with a hint of sadness in his tone. Reid's disappearance had hit everyone hard, and Hotch's emotions were showing. "Can you check Reid's phone records and emails? See if there's anything suspicious?"
The clicking of keys was heard through the phone before Garcia's distraught voice came through the speaker again. "Nothing here other than us, sir. He hasn't even called his mother in a couple of weeks. I don't like digging through his personal stuff, even if the only people he talks to are the only ones that are hearing this." Garcia audibly pouted. The team knew how she felt about digging into people's lives, but it was necessary.
"We know baby girl, but you have to so we can find him." Morgan said, frustration melting as he spoke to the tech goddess of the BAU.
"We'll call you as soon as we get any-" Hotch began before he was interrupted but a female officer poking her head into the room.
"Excuse me, Detective Andrews." She said, searching him out. "We have a missing persons report. Fifteen year old Makaia Alcina."
"Garcia." Blake said.
"Already on it."
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