Chapter 8

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The BAU pulled into the Anderson driveway, and behind them in another car was Burt, Carole, and Finn.

"During the call, did he sound disoriented?" Reid asked Blaine.

"Dis what?"

"Confused, or possibly drugged?" Hotch asked.

"No, he didn't sound anything like that. He just sounded scared, for good reason."

"Anything else you can remember?" Morgan asked.

"He sounded... cold. He was shivering a lot."

"And he said it was dark?" Rossi asked.

"Yeah..."

"Blaine, can you give me the number?" Morgan asked, "If he calls again, we can have our technical analyst track the call. Kid, can I borrow that note pad?" Reid pulled out the notepad he kept in his satchel.

"Okay, the number was 209-555-316," Blaine said, and Morgan wrote it down.

"Is this gonna help you find him? Is this gonna help you find my son?"

"It's a very big lead, Mr. Hummel, " Rossi said.

Riiiing Riiing.

"Morgan, call Garcia, Blaine, get ready. You have to be prepared in case it isn't Kurt on the other side." Hotch told the boy.

"What do I do if it isn't Kurt?"

"Just stay calm." Rossi said, Morgan called Garcia.

"Hey baby girl, I need you to trace this number for me, 209-555-316"

"Okay, gorgeous, give me a minute." Garcia said, quickly typing at her keyboard.

Blaine pressed the answer button on the phone and then put it on speaker phone.

"Hello?" He answered as naturally as possible.

"Blaine, it's me."

"Kurt, thank god."

"Blaine, I don't know what to do, I'm scared."

"Kurt, calm down. You're going to be okay."

"They're gonna kill me, Blaine. I heard them say it! They said they were going to take care of me! I don't think that means nurturing me to health!"

"Anything yet, Garcia?" Morgan asked.

"Negative, my sweet, keep him talking."

"Blaine, if anything happens to me -"

"Kurt, stop talking like that. Nothing is going to happen to you, I promise!"

"If anything happens, please let my dad know I love him. I love him so much..."

"He knows Kurt," Blaine said, turning to Burt, who had tears running down his face.

Hotch walked up to Reid, "Why don't you try talking to him? If we can get more of an idea of where he is, maybe we have a better chance at finding him."

"I can try." Reid said, and sat next to Blaine, and gestured for him to hand him the phone.

"Hello? Kurt, can you hear me?

"What, who's that? Who's there?"

"It's okay, Kurt, my name is Dr. Spencer Reid, I'm with the FBI."

"FBI?"

"Yes, I'm in the BAU, the Behavioral Analysis Unit, we're trying to find you, I want you to take a few deep breaths, alright?" Kurt did as Reid told him to.

"Great job, Kurt. I know you can't see very well since it's dark, but there is another way to find you."

"There is?"

"Feel the floor you're sitting on. What does it feel like?"

"Okay...it's hard...and cold, like concrete."

"Good job, Kurt, now tell me, can you hear anything?"

"Footsteps, I hear people walking above me."

"He's in a basement or a cellar." Morgan said.

"You're doing great Kurt, now I need you to tell me, do you recognize any of your abductors?"

"Th-they never take off their masks... but their voices, they sound familiar, I just can't figure out why."

The sound of the door creaking open echoed through the speakers.

"Hey! Where did you get that?!" One of the men screamed.

"Kurt, what's going on? Kurt?!" Reid exclaimed.

"No, get away from me!"

"Kurt!" Blaine exclaimed.

"Help me!"

"Kurt! Kurt!" Burt screamed.

"Dad!?"

"Kurt!" Blaine screamed and threw a hand to his mouth when the line went dead.

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