Spencer Reid - One Shots

Scared (part 2)

(Spencer's POV)

"Thank you so much! Even though you couldn't give me a lot, what you told me still helps a lot!" I said to a women and gave her a warm smile.

I kept walking. Soo starting to talk, but I would get no reply. I was very confused, until looking back (y/n) wasn't there. I started to panic.

When calling her name there was no reply. I dialed (y/n)'s number hoping she would answer, but I got nothing. In fact it immediately went to voicemail.

I sighed loudly and called Hotch.

"Reid, did you find anything?" Hotch spoke.

"Just brief descriptions, but Hotch, we have an issue. (Y/n) is gone. She was walking with me and now she's not here and I can't find her anywhere. I checked in every ally here and she's no where." I spoke, talking very quickly from the panic

"Ok, umm. First off Reid, you need to calm down we will find her. Have you called her?"

I started to take deep breaths then spoke again. "Yes but there was no answer, it actually went straight to voicemail. Which concerns me a lot more."

"Shit" Hotch said under his breath. "Get back to the station now, I think (y/n) might be his next victim." He said furious.

My eyes went wide, taking my phone away from my ear. I sprinted to the SUV and started off to the station fast.

(Y/n POV)

I woke up with very foggy vision and a pounding headache. I tried to move, but couldn't. Then it came back.

"Well, look who's up. Finally." Someone spoke in front of me.

I could hardly see anything, due to the bright light shining on me.

"What do you want?" I questioned.

There was no response, which frightened me. Slowing the man came into view, he was tall and holding a baseball bat.

I tried so hard not to show fear, that's what Derek and Emily always taught me. They would talk about their experiences, and said that all unsub's prey off their victims fear.

The man shook his head no while clicking his tongue against his teeth. "You don't get to ask questions. Got it?" He asked. I nodded after a few seconds.

He took his bat and used it to push my hair out of my face. I managed to stay still, which I don't think made him very happy.

"What Ms. FBI agent, they teach you to not show fear in school or something." He said harshly.

With so much anger, he took his bat and sung at my knee. I jerked forward releasing a single tear from my eye. I refused to move, but the unsub had other plans.

He pulled my hair, which made my head go all the way back. Seeing there was no tears he threw my head back. When hitting the ground the chair broke, and knocking the wind out of me.

As I was gasping for air he laughed and laughed. Realizing my hands were free I tried to get up. "Haha you're not getting out of this that easily." He laughed then came and started kicking my stomach.

He left, briefly. While he was gone I looked around trying to find anything that could help me. But instead I saw a red blinking light, a camera. Son of a bitch was recording everything, but for who?

The unsub came back with tape and a knife. "Well let's get you bound up again. Just so you, and your team and boyfriend know, my name is John."

My eyes went so wide when he said boyfriend. He was recording for my team, so they had to watch me get tortured. Rage filled my eyes and I couldn't stop myself from kicking him in the stomach.