𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 (𝘴.𝘳)

chapter nine

MAJOR TRIGGER WARNING: MENTIONS DRUG USE AND SCENES OF VIOLENCE! <3

panic ran through your veins as you ran around the fields searching for spencer but he couldn't be found anywhere. you didn't know what to do, you didn't know what you could do, so you fell to your knees in the scratchy cornfield and cried. and cried. and cried. until you felt a presence behind you when you paused and wiped your tears on the sleeve of your fbi fleece

'y/n it's not your fault' you heard hotchs voice come from behind you as he wrapped your arm around your weak body kneeling in the grass,

'whose fault is it then?' you sighed, 'it's not spencers fault and it's not your fault or any of the rest of the team's fault aaron, I was the only one out here with reid and I should have protected him,'

hotch looked at you with sadness in his eyes as he stood up from the ground, pulling you up with him. he wrapped his warm strong arms around you and let you try into him for a few minutes until the two of you slowly went back into the main room of the house

'y/n emily and derek are searching tobias house right now, if he's there we'll find him,' he gave you an apologetic smile.

you turned your head away from him not wanting any pity and stared out of the window at the fields surrounding the house 'and if he's not?'

'pardon?' 

'hotch what if he's not there, what if he's already been taken to some shack in the middle of nowhere and killed, what if he's already in the ground, what if he's being tortured. then what?'

'then well persevere y/n, you and I  both know no one on this team is going to give up looking for him,' rossi stepped into the conversation causing you to jump slightly.

'garcia should be here soon so she can connect to any other cameras tobias has his computer system linked to.' hotch stated and you could tell he was worried. he tried his best in situations like this to show no pain and no feelings but he does the opposite.

within a few minutes garcia was setting up her station in the living room and she had a screen that was currently covered in static.

'if hankle tried to film anything well see it y/n reid is going to be ok.' Penelope wrapped her arms around you in a warm embrace as you smiled into her neck.

emily and derek stepped into the room and confirmed that they had found nothing, you were now all gathered around the setup garcia had made awaiting a video or some sort of message.

'oh my god guys look!' emily exhaled pointing her finger at the screen which had turned from static to a picture of reid, belted to a chair with a man knelt beside him injecting some sort of liquid into his arm. you could see spencer had taken a rough betting and probably didn't have much left. you felt sick to your stomach, why him? why not you? why did the purest most loving member of the team have to be taken?

suddenly more light filled the room that reid was in and it allowed you to see the extend of his injuries, there were bruises on his legs and feet and a deep gash on his chest. 

'choose one to die boy,' you heard a deep gravelly voice speak, there were five household cameras flashed on the screen, one of which reid had to choose to kill.

'no'

'you better choose you sinner,' tobias shouted at reid as spencer flinched back in his seat whimpering in pain.

'i won't do it'

the gun clicked but no bullet came out

'goddammit reid pick one!.' morgan shouted at the screen