Revenge is Best (Spencer Reid Kidnapped)

Chapter One

Spencer Reid shifted in his seat. It had been 2 hours 42 minutes since the rest of his team had left but Reid had been determined to stay put until he finished the paper work from their latest case; a series of seemingly random murders that they had solved quickly and efficiently. However someone had to write up the reports. Reid normally would have gone along with his team for celebratory drinks but he found himself growing increasingly more withdrawn as they approached the anniversary of his abduction at the hands of Tobias Hankel. It had been 5 years yet Reid still felt a tug of guilt in his heart when he thought about Tobias' lifeless eyes staring up at the night sky. He just wanted to be alone now.

Reid slowly stood up and made his way to the coffee machine in the small kitchen of the BAU offices. There was a half-filled pot on the counter that he did not remember making but he had been so detached lately he didn't trust his memory. Pouring himself a new cup Reid made his way back to his desk in the bullpen. Seeing the normally bustling bullpen ghostly quiet normally relaxed Reid, yet now he was struck by an overwhelming feeling of loneliness (or was it fear?) and he wished that he could see a familiar face.

As if waiting for such a wish, the caretaker shuffled into the room and quietly began sweeping around the many desks. Reid offered him a small smile and turned back to his papers, gulping coffee as he did. The only sound came from the gentle strokes of the caretaker's broom on the floor. He was a relatively new employee but he was so unassuming and quiet he fit right in without any fuss or attention. He was a tall and strongly-built man, yet he stood with a slight stoop and had a child-like demeanour that reminded Reid of Lenny from Of Mice and Men. His was a comforting presence in the bullpen.

As Reid downed the last of his coffee, he felt a strange drowsiness settle over his limbs. He put it down to exhaustion and realised it might be time to call it a day. It was only when he stood up to put on his jacket that he realised it wasn't tiredness; he had been drugged. Panic crawled under his skin and into his brain. He knew it had been the coffee but that was the extent of the reasoning he could manage. His brain felt foggy and unclear. The janitor appeared in his slightly spinning vision.

"Hey, excuse me, I need help," Reid called. However is speech came out slurred and unintelligible, as if his mouth was not receiving signals from his brain. However the janitor hear and walked over to Reid with real purpose.

In his fuzzy state Reid did not note how the janitor had dropped his stoop as he strode over. He did not register the dark glint in the man's eyes.

"I think I've been drugged...the coffee..." Reid tried to say, stumbling over to the janitor. His legs were so uncoordinated he tripped and fell to the floor, looking up at the other man and trying to convey the seriousness of his predicament.

"Drugged?" the janitor said softly, a slight smile apparent in his voice.

"I - can you call...the hospital?" Reid slurred, hands gripping the edge of Pretntiss' desk as he tried to pull himself up. The janitor lightly gripped under Reid's shoulders and hauled him to his feet. He helped him over to his desk and sat him down, smiling contentedly down at the drugged agent.

"Do you feel uncoordinated? A little fuzzy? Eye sight a bit off?" the janitor asked, seemingly concerned, yet there was a lift in his voice from the slight smile on his lips.

Reid looked at him, confused. There were four janitors swimming in front of his eyes and he couldn't seem to get his mind into the here and now; his instincts told him that there was something wrong here, deeply wrong, but his judgment was completely shrouded by whatever drug was in his system.

"I feel...sick," Reid whimpered quietly, head lolling forward onto his chest. The janitor lightly took Reid's face in his hand and lifted it so he could look into the unfocused eyes of the doctor.