wasted times- s.r

TWENTY-FIVE

TW: mention of drugs.

SPENCER POV:

Practically speeding back to the BAU, with every single red alarm going off in his head, Spencer is worried-no, terrified, so say the least. Everything about your apartment was enough to have red flags waving in his head, his profiler instincts telling him that something was most definitely wrong, and he was determined to get to the bottom of it. He tries to shakily dial your cellphone, but it's been disconnected and he gets sent straight to voicemail.

"Damn it!" He shouts angrily, tossing his phone in the passenger seat aggressively and running a hand through his hair, banging his hand on the steering wheel in frustration. Doing a lazy parking job in the parking lot, he pulls his keys out of the ignition angrily, sprinting up the steps of the BAU, taking them two at a time until he's standing right in front of the glass doors.

"Hey, Spence. How is she?" JJ asks, pausing momentarily to take in his worrisome expression. "What's wrong?"

Spencer shakes his head, pacing back and forth slightly. "She wasn't in her apartment. The tv was left on,  and she had unopened food on her counter. Her phone's been disconnected and it goes to voicemail every time I try to call her." Spencer's panting lightly, fidgeting with his hands wildly to mask his distress.

JJ stands up, an alarming look on her face that she tries to mask for Spencer's sake. "I'm sure everything is fine, Spence. Let's go talk to Hotch and see if we can get to the bottom of this, okay?" Spencer manages a small nod, JJ carefully placing her hands on his shoulders and spinning him around, walking with him in the direction of Hotch's office. He explains everything to Hotch that he just explained to JJ, he agrees to have the team look into it and try to somehow track you down. He calls everyone into the conference room, explaining the situation while Garcia tries to get into security cameras that could give a glimpse as to what happened outside your apartment.

"Are you sure she wasn't just out, Reid? She did leave Hotch a voicemail saying she'd be gone for a few days, should we be worried?" Morgan questions, his voice lacing with skepticism. Spencer shoots a glare in his direction, completely convinced that something bad has happened to you and that something was most definitely not right.

"I believe the answer to that, my chocolate thunder, is yes, unfortunately," Garcia answers, picking up her laptop to hook it up to the projector.

"Why? What's wrong?" Spencer rushes out, glancing down at the laptop.

"I was able to get into the security footage from Spencer's building. And, well... you can just see for yourselves," she presses play on her laptop, the choppy security footage clearly making out a figure dragging you out of your apartment and placing you into the back of a vehicle, you having been obviously drugged into compliance.

"Are you able to get an ID? Plate numbers? Anything?" Emily asks, leaning back in her chair.

"Well, with more digging, I was able to find that a pizza delivery boy went into Y/N's building before she was taken, but never came out," Penelope answers. "Reid? You said there was a pizza box in her apartment, where was that from?"

"Giuseppe's," Spencer answers with no hesitation.

"Well, it just so happens that our mysterious pizza boy works at Giuseppe's, I could tell by the uniform," Penelope confirms, zooming in further to the footage, Spencer feeling an awful pit in his stomach. "I'll work on getting you a list of employees working there that night, and see if I can get you a name of the driver assigned to Y/N." Despite the terrible circumstances, Garcia still walks out of the conference room with her head held high, trying to make good of a bad situation.