Minutes earlier...
The team's phones buzzed simultaneously as they sped to his house.
Spencer: there's two now
Morgan cursed under his breath and hurriedly tapped a message into his phone.
Morgan: Almost there
Spencer: nvm there's three
Emily swore loudly as she saw Spencer's text, then swerved heavily as a car honked at her.
A/N: don't text and drive kids
Spencer: i'm trapped
JJ sucked in air as she read that.
She quickly typed out a text as she pulled closer to Spencer's apartment.
JJ: Almost there it'll be ok
Hotch swiftly pulled into the apartment's parking lot and saw Rossi getting quickly out of his car. Morgan was already starting to run to the apartment as Emily pulled in with Garcia, JJ right behind them.
They all sprinted to his floor, then slowed down. Hotch and Morgan turned the corner with their guns raised, surveying the hall. Nobody was at Spencer's door.
Hotch pulled out his phone to check on Spencer.
Hotch: Nobody's here Spencer
Spencer: what are you talking about
Spencer: yes they are
Rossi looked concernedly at the group.
"Is it possible the case just got to him...?" Rossi asked slowly.
"What?" Morgan returned sharply. "What do you mean?"
Emily gasped softly. "He... he isn't taking dilaudid again, is he?"
"That's not what dilaudid does; it's not a psychadelic, it's a painkiller." JJ reasoned.
"Oh- yeah, I just... I don't know. He wouldn't take LSD or anything... right?" Emily asked. "We trust Spencer, and we know him. He would tell us... or we'd notice something."
There was a solemn pause.
"Has he been diagnosed with schizophrenia?" Hotch asked.
"No, not- that I know of." Morgan said.
JJ texted the group chat.
JJ: Nobody's here Spence
A text from Spencer immediately shot back.
Spencer: pls they're trying to get in
Hotch's phone rang, and he quickly answered it. "Hotchner."
The team continued discussing what could be happening.
"He has told me his suspicions... he's told me he's worried he has it..." Emily said slowly. She didn't want to tell the team and betray Spencer's trust, but right now, he was hiding in his apartment, convinced people were trying to get in.
Penelope: Spencer no one's here
The team was highly concerned by now, and were about to kick down the door (they had knocked multiple times and nobody had answered) when they received a heartbreaking text from Spencer.
Spencer: please help me
Spencer: i thought you guys were here
Spencer: where are you
Hotch had been having a very aggressive conversation on the phone as the team discussed. He returned to the group after hanging up.
"Who was that?" Morgan asked.
"The local police station. They didn't get a confession from the unsubs, and they escaped-"
Penelope gasped loudly- as if she had been shot- which startled everyone. She had been racking her brain for a reason that Spencer could be seeing and hearing people that weren't there- without being on a psychedelic or having schizophrenia. It had only just hit her.
"What the hell babygirl-"
Penelope rushed out "Spencer moved! Spencer moved to an apartment by Dupont square, or- something, Dupont Circle-"
"Dupont Circle. Let's go." Hotch sprinted off in front of the team.
"Shit." Morgan breathed as they all ran to Rossi's car.
Only after Rossi had begun speeding to Spencer's new apartment under Garcia's panicked direction, did they notice another text from Spencer.
Spencer: they got inside
Hotch cursed and furiously typed a message into the chat.
Hotch: On our way
Hotch: Do you have your gun
They waited for a reply. A minute passed. Two...
"Oh my gosh, he's not answering..." JJ said shakily.
Their phones buzzed.
Spencer: yes
There was a pause.
Hotch hesitantly sent a message.
Hotch: Load it
The team sent a steady stream of encouragements, praying that Spencer was okay, that he would still be there when they got there.

YOU ARE READING
lullabies through the window
FanfictionThe BAU has just been assigned an unusual case- not only does it include a trio of female unsubs, but they are targeting men with brown hair and eyes. Of course the team is worried that Spencer will be targeted, but they could never imagine what tro...