spencer reid // imagines

hostage

You were simply trying to go undercover as a CPS worker for some sick guy at some church. A gut wrenching call was made stating a man in the church was having inappropriate relations with underage girls. You have seen many of these cases before, believing you knew exactly what to expect. But oh man, were you oh so very wrong.

"Everybody down to the cellar! Now!" a man yelled in a demanding tone. Hurrying behind Prentiss and Reid, you were on a mission to figure out a way out of here. Police of the local station were having a full blown out gunfight. Shots being fired in every direction. Confusion and admittedly a bit of fear ran through your body.

"We knew this day would come" a man now known as Cyrus, the creep we're looking for said in a booming voice. "May God be on our side!" he finished. Grabbing a gun and going back up the cellar stairs.

I look around for any possible way out, locking eyes with Prentiss when I do. She shook her head, practically reading my mind. Signalling she doesn't see a way out either. I look at Reid seeing his eyebrows were scrunched together, thinking with his wonderful mind a possible way out. Something I would probably blush and smile at if we weren't being held hostage.

"Think of anything?" I say, looking at Spence. He shakes his head, dark girls bouncing as he did.

"No.." he said, brain reeling. He looks around obviously still thinking as his response seemed almost automatic. One thing about Spence is that when he gets into hostage situations like this, his rambling tones down. More going on in his head then he could possibly say out loud.

I sigh worriedly, wondering what the hell we are going to do. We have been in hostage situations before. I mean we are the FBI for crying out loud but this.. this is different. I've never been in a hostage situation that dealt with religion. I rub my hands over my face and scrunch my eyes closed, I need to focus.

I look up to see more men coming down the cellar stairs. I instinctively get closer to Spencer. He doesn't move. I sigh of relief for a moment. I then get to thinking to myself. There aren't any windows down here, nor are there any doors besides the one. It's like a dooms day bunker down here.

"Okay, does anyone have any thoughts?" I say quietly to Prentiss and Reid.

"No" they say in union, looking at me with concerned eyes. I sigh and rub my hands over my face, scrunching my eyes closed.

"I'm going up there. I'm a state police officer, they'll have to listen to me!" the girl we drove with here states.

I move away from Spencer, walking towards her quickly.

"You really shouldn't" I say rushed, trying to make sure she doesn't make any dumb decisions. I gently grab her forearm, trying to still her in her tracks. She yanks her arm from my grip.

"I don't care what you say, I'm going" and then she took off. Gunshots floating through the air. So loud my ears start to ring. I look over at Spencer, concerning painting my face. A heat spreads to my cheeks as I become increasingly anxious. He moves closer to me and gently puts his hand on my shoulder.

"It's gonna be okay, y/l/n. We just need to stay focused. Hotch should notice something is wrong at some point.." he says, almost sounding unsure yet completely sure at the same time. I sigh and look at Emily, she's still looking around. It almost seems like she keeps looking around for an escape route that'll magically appear.

I pace around the room, deciding I need to figure something out for all the people down here. Including my coworkers- my friends. I walk to the cellar door and see Cyrus running down the stairs. I stumble back a bit. Spencer sees and is quick to walk next to me.