Do Not Tell

Chapter 3

- Back to the office -

"This will never end; this guy is a ghost," Morgan commented.

"I agree. How come he never leaves anything behind?"
"He left a photo."

"Yeah, but still, we need his traces and a way to get to him. I hate to say it, but this guy is good."

"Are you okay, Ried?" Hotch asked after noticing Reid holding his forehead.

"Yeah, I'm just tired." Reid looked at Hotch, but his view was blurry. He squeezed his eyes to adjust his vision, but there was no point. He did not know where everyone was, and he forgot about Jona, who wasn't even here.

Hotch walked closly to Ried. "Reid, go home; you seem exhausted," he said, almost in a whisper.

"No, Hotch, I can do my job; it's not that." Spencer argued using both hands.

"Spencer, that is an order," Hotch commanded with a deadly stare. "The rest of you may get some rest as well if you'd like; we may have a big day tomorrow if the killer hits again," he added.

Spencer was barely keeping it together; he good-nighted everyone and headed to his place, leaving his friends in a puzzled state. Dizziness was Spencer's new pal. He opened his place door and collapsed into the nearest couch, closing his eyes for a little bit. He inhaled and exhaled deeply, thinking the day had passed quickly and thanking God safely.

"Spencer... Spence.. Doctor..." Reid could hear someone calling for him, yet he couldn't recognize the voice and thought it was his imagination playing tricks on him. "Time for round two, Spencer," Jona said, moving away a curl of Spencer's hair with his gun.

After coming to a realization, Spencer jumped off and retreated back to the couch arm.

"Jona..." he stiffened. "Damn right, I am." A dark chuckle filled the room.

"You didn't really believe I would forget about you, did you?" Spencer felt a nasty shudder run down his spine as Jona leaned down to him and stroked his fingers through his hair almost tenderly.

In an effort to get away from this, Spencer gasped and squeezed his eyes shut. Jona got a hold of a handful of Spencer's hair and dragged him from it. Spencer yelled in pain while Jona kept pulling him down the corridor to his own room.

Spencer was yelling at the pain, then Jona threw him on the ground, making a loud thud sound. Reid moaned and held his head tightly in an attempt to provide some comfort. Jona was panting himself at the affort.

"Okay." His bag was lying on Spencer's bed; he unboxed it and examined the contents. "Um, what shall we use tonight?" Spencer looked up at Jona, realizing what he was doing, then hung his head back down at the recognition and sighed.

"Look, there is no point in doing this. I'm not telling anyone about you," he said, shaking his head. Jona held a syringe. "Oh, I know; I am just helping you out here." Jona pulled the medicine from the vial and prepared the syringe.

"No, stop it.. no"

"It is ok, Spencer; this drug is different; it is supposed to slow down your body functions and paralyze you, it's something new."

"Jona, listen to me..."
"Shh," he said to Spencer, who was still on the ground.

"What do we have here?" Jona held Spencer's stitched wrist and removed the bandage. "It looks mended." With that being said, Jona gave Spencer an evil smirk before pressing his thumb  on the wounded area, causing blood to come out.

Spencer grabbed Jona's hand, trying to push it away. "Aaah! you sick, mother..."

"You resist me, and my first victim would be your bestie, Aaron Hotchner, and I am a man of my word." Spencer's face turned white; he can't be the reason one of them dies, especially Aaron. no..no..he can't. But again, if it goes on like this, tomorrow he will threaten him with another member, and for how long? How long could he keep enduring this? All he knew at this moment was that he would not risk it.