𝓭𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓭 ➵ 𝓼. 𝓻𝓮𝓲𝓭

Chapter 7: I'm Not Leaving You Here

YOUR HEART IS racing, beating against your rib cage so hard that you're sure it's loud enough for Reid to hear.

Speaking of Reid, the only way you still know he exists is when the chair he was sitting on squeaks and crashes to the ground.

"Ow."

You would laugh at the situation that you can't see due to the darkness if you weren't so fearful for your life, already coming to the conclusion that the midnight blackout isn't coincidental.

You hear Spencer walking around, occasionally bumping into something whereas you stay on the floor, incapable of moving and trying to stifle laughs at his innocent curses.

"Dammit!" He exclaims, giving up, "Y/n, please just help me find you."

You hear his voice nearby and squint your eyes in the darkness, seeing him crouched down on the floor a few feet away. You extend your hand out to his that is positioned on his knee and intertwine your fingers with his own, feeling him flinch at the sudden contact. When you realise contact probably isn't what he wants, you go to pull away, but you're stopped when his hand grips around yours even tighter.

You choose not to question it and bring his hand to your lap and hear him slowly shuffle to your side, feeling his other hand trail up your arm and to the handcuffs that keep you in place.

"What are you waiting for? Get me out of these." You say, your fear growing with every passing second that your father won't give up until he completes his mission.

"Y/n..." he begins, his palm resting on top of your own hand and keeping your others still intertwined, "I don't have the key."

You freeze at his words before beginning to shake the handcuffs, knowing it's useless but wanting, no, needing to get them off. Your anxiety is rising, a lump in your throat forming as you try your best to remain calm, which of course doesn't work.

Even in the dark, Spencer can tell you definitely aren't okay.

"Hey, you're gonna be okay," he assures in a whisper, "I'm here."

His calming voice halts your attempts to shake the handcuffs off, and you let your hand dangle uselessly in the metal.

You stay like that for a few seconds, both of you not having the slightest clue on what to do. The silence is interrupted by gunfire somewhere in the station, and your grip on Spencer's hand tightens.

He looks between you and the handcuffs uselessly, feeling like his IQ has been diminished to nothing.

He takes both of his hands away from you and begins to fiddle with the handcuffs, leaving you to watch as you know it won't work.

"Reid it won't work just go-"

"I'm not leaving you here." He cuts you off, not once taking his eyes away from what he's doing.

"Spencer!" You raise your voice slightly as the gunfire continues in the building, "Go."

He slams his hands against the chest of drawers and finally meets your eyes, "I will take these damn drawers with us if I have to."

You don't respond, instead let him continue to work on the metal.

Suddenly, the door flings open and you begin to fear for the worst until Emily appears and shuts it behind her quickly. She rushes over to your side, as quickly as she can in the darkness anyway. She pulls the key from her pocket and silently undoes the handcuffs, leaving you to rub your wrist from where you had tried to shake them off.

Emily helps you to your feet as the three of you huddle together in confusion.

"Emily, what's going on?" You question, still rubbing your wrist.

"Blackout. Gunfire. Not nice men." She pants breathlessly, it's obvious that wherever she came from to get to you, she ran. She grabs onto your hand and doesn't hesitate to drag you out of the room, Spencer trailing after you but departing so quietly you almost don't notice. You turn around to grab his hand but Emily stops you, making you face her by placing a hand on either one of your shoulders.

"I need to get you out of here, okay? Come on."

"This is our team, Prentiss. I won't leave them behind."

"They aren't here. Just trust me, okay?"

Her voice makes you give in, allowing her to continue dragging you throughout the station until you get to a back door. You don't pass any gunfire or the not nice guys that Emily speaks of, and you couldn't be more grateful.

You exit the station through the door and the nighttime, crisp air is refreshing to your sweaty skin, but you don't have much time to take it in before Emily shoves you into the passenger seat of one of the black SUV's. She quickly runs around the SUV and hops into the drivers seat, not hesitating to turn on the ignition and start driving.

Once you are many streets away from the station, you finally decide to question the confusing events that had happened. Emily taps her fingers against the steering wheel as you stop at a red light, looking over at you as she explains.

"I was just about to leave, I was doing some more work and was going to finish it with JJ at the hotel when these guys came bursting in through the front doors. They wore all black, masks and all had guns."

"And they are after me no doubt..." you scoff, wiping away strands of hair that stick to your forehead in sweat.

Emily ignores the blame you put on yourself, continuing the story, "Some officers tried to hold them back whilst I tried to find you and Spencer."

Spencer.

He had disappeared in the station somewhere, and the sound of his name was enough to throw you back into panic.

"What about Spencer? Will he be-"

"He's going to be fine, Y/n. Calm down." She speaks calmly, placing a comforting hand on your thigh before returning it to the wheel as she continues to drive.

"Did my father send them?" You ask, covering your eyes with your hand and sighing.

She hesitates, "Probably...It's too much of a coincidence for the two things to not be related."

You scoff as you realise some of the officers may have lost their lives for the sake of your own. You don't believe your life is worth a dozen of theirs, it shouldn't have had to come to this.

"Where are we going?" You mutter, not familiar with your surroundings.

"We're gathering with the team somewhere we hope your father can't find us. We need to rethink our strategy."

"Wherever you think he can't find you, he can. I've known that for too long. My father...he's inescapable."

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