Kid Doctor ~ Spencer Reid

Scared Then Saved

Reid knew what happened. He knew what he was doing there. From the moment he was conscious enough to look around, he knew. Through the cracked, bloody lens of his glasses he tilted his head, groaning softly as he cracks echo down his back. He was in a barn. Some barn. There wasn't animals, but there was hay on the ground. Rock. Rock was underneath. He was restrained and he pulled lightly on whatever was around his wrists. Not cuffs, no. It was rope, and it hurt like hell. He took in as much as he could process in, knowing he wouldn't be able to for long.

His mind wouldn't clear, it was foggy. He didn't remember how he got there. Case? Were they working a case? They had to be, there isn't many barns around where he lived. Case. What case? What was the case? Think, Reid, think. Think while you could, before they gave you something again. Think! Case. What was the case? Kidnappings. Kidnappings then murders. That's what it was. That wasn't all. What was he missing? There was more to the case. Some sexual violation but not on all of them. Male and female kidnapped people. 20-30 age range. Profile, what was the profile? Older man, late 50s, steady job because of the kidnappings happening at night. Stressor. There was a stressor. Divorce, probably. Dead within a week. Videos sent to families. Livestreams. Constant stream of everything. Rape. Torture. Drugging. Murder. No face. Never saw a face. He didn't have a family to send a stream to, did the unsub know who he was? Was the BAU going to get his stream? Maybe-

"You're awake."

There was silence after that, and Spencer just slowly raised his head to look at the man in front of him. He opened his mouth to speak but ended up coughing instead, his throat dry. Expected. He didn't know how long he was kept sedated.

"It's fine, don't talk. Save your strength and all that. You'll need it. See, your special. Your friends over at the BAU are getting this stream. They get to watch me take out my anger on you, their precious baby."

A blow came across Reid's face, which the other only let out a small groan at. He didn't know what to do, not right now. He figure it out. What did this man want from him? Just watch him squirm, watch him fall under an addiction again? Watch him crumble, fall apart? Reid did his best to separate his mind from his body, but the pain didn't stop and Reid didn't come back to his body until the man pulled out a syringe.

"Can't have you gaining your strength back now, can we?"

Spencer's eyes widened a little, trying to move away.

"No."

Reid finally spoke, trying desperately to pull his arms away from the man who was rolling up Reid's sleeve.

"Oh? Scared now?"
"Please, I won't run, I promise, I promise- I promise-"

Reid begged with the man, whimpering softly as his arm was harshly grabbed and forced down, a cloth being tightened around Reid's arm, just above the crook of his elbow. He continued to pull and whimper, his strong will of not talking crumbling. He wouldn't go back, he wouldn't get drugged again, he wouldn't get addicted again. He couldn't get addicted again.

"Pleasepleasepleasepleaseplea-.. please.. plea.. hh..."

Reid's begging slowed to barley audible, his eyelids dropping a little as the drug took effect. He knew people at the BAU were panicking, watching him be treated like this again. He wasn't being told to confess a sin, be forced to choose a life, he was just held for.. Entertainment?

Spencer's mind began to wonder as the drug practically knocked him out. He was conscious, he kind of knew what was happening, but it was a good feeling. A feeling of floating as the man abused him horribly for his friends, his family to see. His friends. The BAU. How could he get them here? They obviously couldn't trace the signal or they would be here already, right?