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It'd been a few days, another night and another half cold bed. Since Spencer's 'incident' he'd been distant, ignoring me unless we were at work and pulling away when I tried to touch him.
November was here, Halloween being a mopey day of nothing. As for Marie..? The men had transferred her somewhere, or at least they made it seem that way. Last night we were sent a video of them in what appeared to be a moving semi type of truck, Marie stuffed in a dog crate that was shown to be moving all around as she screamed.
I felt like my eyes were going to fall out while watching, my eyes now dry and begging for some kind of oil or drops to rehydrate them but I couldn't bare to leave my bed half the time.
When I did leave I had to force myself and Spencer up, that being hard when he'd barley even talk to me. My parents had noticed our distance too, my mother saying we'd be 'fine' but honestly..? I wasn't sure.
I get that he was upset that I saw him and his insecurities in his most vulnerable state, but shouldn't I be the person he turns to for help? I shook my head at the thought, pulling myself out of bed then wrapping my pink robe around my body. I sighed before opening the door, my eyes widening as Spencer stood there looking down with his arms crossed over his chest. "Hi." I tried to not to smile, looking down myself then finally breaking the no contact by pulling him into a hug.
"Spence," my eyes started to run like a water way, suddenly over-hydrated and full of tears. "I've missed you." I watched as he bit down on his lip, pulling away then cupping my face.
"I'm sorry- I'm so s-sorry." He stood still as he cried in my arms, blinking away his tears and practically begging for my help. All I could do was comfort him though, the moment special and pure until- The phone rang.
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We walked into the office hand in hand, practically stumbling out of the elevator with matching red puffy eyes and dried up tears covering our eyes.
"Hey- are you guys okay?" Emily walked over to us with her bag slung over her shoulder, her arms crossing over her chest as we walked into the bullpen.
"Yeah, we're fine. What do we know?" Emily bit her lip, not daring a word until we got to the briefing room.
"I can't say- I literally can't. I'm so sorry." She gave us both a hug, walking over to a chair then plopping down. She looked beaten up, and so did everyone else. We hadn't been in the bureau as much as normal due to... well, personal reasons... so the team was jam packed with cases and I'm sure they're all just as tired as we are emotionally.
"Hi, and welcome back everyone. I'm glad to see you two are finally here, but I'm not so glad to tell you the information that we've found." I bit my lip, Spencer's fingers dancing around my hands and legs.
"Did we find her?" Derek's voice rang through my ears, his eyes focused as he stared at the board. He's always gotten along with kids quite well, and my sister was definitely no exception.
*Flashback*
"Kid, you have to get off my feet." Derek laughed, my sisters small little cackle quick to follow his much louder one. "Kid, ow!" I watched as he took it upon himself and spun her around like a princess, Maries face lighting up as he dipped. She definitely loved him and was for sure going to join the Derek Morgan love club.
*End of Flashback*
"Well, not exactly-" I swallowed. What does he mean 'no exactly?' Is she dead? Chopped up in a lake and made into fish food? Is she- "We found the location of the semi truck they left in the airport parking lot about three hours ago. We're just hearing about it now because of the location to which we think they might be going to." I swallowed, clearing my throat sometime in between.
"Where do we think they're going?" Penelope then ran in with her laptop and mouse, snatching the clicker from Hotch and showing live plane footage of Marie. She had what appeared to be bombs attached to her, the counter reading 47 hours and 59 minutes my teeth chattered at the thought, my body shifting uncomfortably.
"Well, thanks for that, Garcia... but our best guess is Paris since we identified some of the men." My eyes snapped up.
"What are their names?" Hotch hesitated, but he eventually let out a breath and pulled up the photos.
"Joseph Steen, 32 and Anastasia Kay, 22." The lump in my throat was unexplainable, I felt like I was going to choke, but at the same time I felt overbearingly nauseous. How could a woman do this to another young women not much younger than herself? Unless... she was forced.
"From what we've fou- Penelope's found Joseph is a mafia member from Paris and Anastasia was an average girl from Brooklyn, New York. We have these pictures of them, but we're under the assumption that they changed their appearances and Anastasia was also kidnapped herself unless she suddenly had the urge to run away." My eyes widened. Mafia members? What do they want with my sister anyway?
"What do we think they look like now?" Garcia looker to Hotch, his head shaking as her hand shakily went to press the button for the next slide. It was a horribly photoshopped version of the pair with... blonde hair. Just like, Marie.
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a/n well here's this shit show of a chapter. also let me know if you like the plot of the kidnappers because i may or may not be writing a mafia story with those names😃 i hate men btw done w that for now😜👩❤️💋👩👩❤️💋👩👩❤️💋👩👩❤️💋👩👩❤️💋👩👩❤️💋👩 1005 words
