Hunted c.m • spn

four

Spencer woke up on the floor his head pounding and to the sound of someone knocking on his door. Pained and disoriented, he stumbled to his feet and hurried over to the door to make the noise stop in hopes of helping his headache. He swung open the door, squinting his eyes as the sun blinded him momentarily, making his head spin even more as he tried to allow his eyes to adjust to the lighting.

"Hey do you wanna- pretty boy what happened to your head?" Derek asks, concerned and it took Spencer's eyes a few seconds to focus on him. "Hm?" He asks, confused. His head? "You're bleeding, did you fall?" Derek asks again and Spencer squinted his eyes again, confused as he reached up to touch the left side of his forehead just above his temple, groaning when pain shot through his head. He could feel the dried blood. "I don't- what..Hotch!" Spencer says suddenly and Derek's eyes widened as Spencer went to run but he stopped him, holding the others shoulders.

"Hotch is sleeping Spence, its 8 in the morning. I was gonna ask if you wanted to get breakfast before the case because you seemed stressed yesterday- Why do you need to see Hotch?" Derek asks, confused on the worried look on the others face. "The Winchesters.. move!" Spencer says, and pushed past hurrying over to knock on their bosses door which happened to be right next to his. "If something happened I would've heard it Spence, I think you hit your head and you had a weird dream. My room is on the other side of Hotchs." Derek tried to calm him down. His head surely had to hurt and acting out won't help none.

"Hotch!" Spencer yelled completely ignoring the other man, and continued to hit the door, trying the doorknob as well which was locked. "Spencer he's gonna kick your ass." Derek says but after two minutes of Hotch not coming to the door, he became worried. "Okay slow down, pretty boy. What happened that you remember." Derek asks while pulling the other away from the door but it came out as more of a demand. He wanted to make sure that something actually happened before kicking this door down. For all he knew, Hotch could be on a walk or showering and can't get to the door.

"Derek, Hotch is in trouble. I, last night I came out to talk to him, I knew he wouldn't be sleeping and I couldn't sleep and I saw Sam and Dean outside his door." Spencer says, growing more irritated. He needed to know Hotch was okay. Derek furrowed his eyebrows, concerned. "Wait did they do this to you?" He asks and Spencer nodded. "Dean hit my head off the wall. I don't remember waking up and going back inside so I'm guessing they put me back in my room. Hotch is in trouble." Spencer says but Derek still wasn't convinced.

"Spencer how could they hurt or take him without any of us hearing? I was up an hour and a half after we got back and I heard nothing." Derek tried to reason and Spencer calmed down a bit. "They had coverings on their faces. Protecting their noses and mouths." He states randomly as he remembered. "Okay. I'm gonna kick this door down. You better pray Hotch isn't just showering or out on a walk because he'll have us both off this case Reid." Derek says and Spencer steps back, nodding. Derek stepped back as well momentarily before kicking the door in, knocking it right off the hinges.

"Hotch?" He called out, waiting for a response only to get nothing. Spencer stepped in as well, crinkling his nose. "Do you smell that?" He asks and Derek nods. "Yeah.. it's like what rubbing alcohol smells like kinda." He says and Spencer eyes widen. "Chloroform smells like that as well." He says and Derek looked at him with wide eyes as well. In the far right corner Spencer saw the humidifier and furrowed his eyebrows walking over.

"And I think I know how they did it without causing a scene." He says while pointing to it and Derek's face hardens. "Gather the rest of the team, and I'll call the police station letting them know one of our agents is missing." Derek says while hurrying out, Spencer following.

Hotch woke up feeling nauseous and dizzy. He could tell the room was spinning without even opening his eyes, his head pounding painfully. And when he did open his eyes, his stomach lurched and he squinted his eyes, groaning. The smell of dust and wood overwhelmed his senses as he looked around, his headache making his senses feel overloaded. It felt like a migraine but worst.