Reid Me A Love Story (Spencer Reid)

Found

By the time they'd managed to settle her down, the station was crawling with even more people than usual. Extra agents had been brought in to search for the missing ones, and Prentiss was sitting with Diana, and trying to force some coffee into the younger, frightened girl.

"C'mon, Diana," she said in her most reassuring tone. "It'll make you feel better." Diana took a sip of the bitter liquid, and took several deep breaths.

"What exactly happened?" Morgan asked as she walked over. "Sorry, doc, but we have to know." Diana took a shaky breath and began retelling the story.

"We pulled up to t-the curb, and I walked over to the abduction site without either of them," she said, "I bent down to grab the note I showed you, and I heard JJ scream and Spencer yell. And then I was hit and I blacked out."

Morgan let out a low whistle. "That's rough, kid," he told her. "Can you help us find them?" Diana looked up at him, her face streaked with dry tears.

"Yes," she said, her face shaky but firm. "Yeah, I can try."

And so they got to work. The team took what they had from the profile and worked on it, while Diana analyzed every detail of her perfect memory. It had been two hours since they'd been taken, and everyone knew agents didn't last long.

It wasn't until hour six that Diana found something.

She'd been sketching the scenes. She was finishing the one right before she'd bent down-she'd been looking at Spencer-and Prentiss was watching. She idly drew a shadow behind a tree, and Emily noticed. "What's that?"

Diana looked at it and almost yelled. "A person!" she said, excited. "A person, a person, a person."

She remembered now. She remembered everything. As she'd rolled her eyes at Reid, her eyes had fallen on him for a fraction of a second. But that was enough for Di to know exactly what he looked like. The girls called Hotch over, and he asked her to meet with a police sketch artist. She did, and soon they had a picture of their number one suspect.

"Garcia, can you run this picture to see if we get a match from ID's in the area?" Diana asked her. Her hands were shaking from both adrenaline and caffeine-it was getting close to twelve thirty a.m.

"That request is so simple I'm almost offended," she responded. There was about ten seconds of her typing on her keyboard before she answered. "Yes!" Here he is-Frank Blit, 34, and his address is on your phones." Right as she spoke, Diana felt her phone buzzing in her pocket.

"Thanks Garcia," Hotch told her. "Come on, my team, let's go."

They all raced out to the cars. Due to the lack of agents, they were all able to fit into one. Diana

was squeezed in between Rossi and Emily, her hands still shaking. Morgan, who was driving, was running almost every light in the city. Hotch didn't say anything, he just flipped on the lights and sirens. They pulled up in front of a run down house, and they jumped out.

"FBI, open up!" Hotch yelled. When there was no reply, he kicked in the door and ran to the living room. Diana had put up her gun, balancing it on her flashlight. Her hands were dead calm. They walked from room to room, looking for any sign of life. Finally, they all gathered at the top of the stairs leading down to the basement.

Morgan went down first, followed quickly by Diana. The rest of the team went down behind them. They all crowded into en empty basement. Empty except for two limp forms hanging by their wrists from the ceiling.

"Spencer," Diana whispered, pushing past Morgan. She ran over to the two and pulled the blindfolds off of them, while the rest of the team scoped out the room. By the time she had them untied and sitting down, she heard an unfamiliar voice and panicked.

"So you found us," a raspy male voice said. Diana looked up from the rescued agents and saw a man of around thirty five, pointing a gun at Emily's forehead. Diana's heart stopped, her breath catching in her throat.

"Yes, we did," Hotch said, perfectly calm. "Are you going to tell us why you took Jackie, and Jill, as well as JJ and Spencer?"

"I get those girls to come with me," he boasted. "Tell 'em I got drugs, and beer. They reminded me of Jane. Pretty blonde girl, turned me down in high school. But not these girls. I just wanted to get the agent to prove I could. I saw her on TV. Jennifer...she was perfect," he trailed off, eyes glazing over.

"And Spencer?" Diana asked sharply from her position crouched on the floor. The man laughed with cruelty dripping from his voice.

"He just got in the way," he told her with an evil glint in his eye. "You were easier to knock out, little one." She tried not to shudder at the fact that a killer had given her a pet name. She looked at Emily, trying to reassure her through glance.

"Put the gun down," Morgan told him with great authority.

"Under one condition," the man told him.

"You aren't exactly in a great bargaining position," Spencer murmured, which alerted everyone that he was awake. Diana immediately gave him a fierce hug, and whispered "Thank God" in his ear.

"I want to kill this one," he told Hotch, grinning at the still unconscious JJ. Diana let go of Spence and lifted her gun.

"Yeah right," she said, boiling with rage. "You aren't doing any more harm to my friends." The

man laughed and threw Emily at Rossi while diving for the blonde agent. Diana, without thinking, swung her gun around and hit him with the butt of it. He fell down with blood running down his forhead. Diana dragged Spence to his feet and Morgan ran over to JJ.

"Hi," she said in a breathy voice. Spencer smiled at her.

"Hi."

Diana turned to the others, a huge grin on her face. "Thank god we fou-"

She was cut off by Emily's scream. Spencer took her by the shoulders and shoved her into the wall, wrapping his arms around her tightly. She couldn't see what was going on, only darkness. She heard a couple of gunshots, yells, and then it was over as quickly as it began. Spencer let go of her, and Diana opened her eyes to look around.

Apparently the man had attempted to try to get to JJ again, and had shot Emily in the foot. Thankfully, the bullet had only grazed her. She was sitting up and holding her ankle, her breathing shallow. Diana felt like she was about to have a heart attack, but Spencer managed to calm her down.

"Deep breaths," he urged her, "C'mon, Di. You can't hyperventilate, not now."

"Later, then?" she joked, her breathing slowly returning. The rest of the FBI came down fairly quickly after that, taking away the man. JJ, Spencer, and Emily had to be taken to the hospital, and Diana immediately volunteered to ride with Spence. Smirking, Morgan said he'd stay with Prentiss, and Rossi said he'd ride with JJ.

They made their way outside and Diana hopped into an ambulance first, turning back to help Spencer up. Once they were both on their way, Diana began to feel awkward. "So..."

"Thank you for finding us," he told her. "And for, just, everything." Diana gave a half shrug, trying not to smile.

"No problem," she said, staring at the floor. "I was just worried you were going to be dead." After a few moments Diana covered her face with her hands. "Ugh, I've been such an idiot. I'm really, really, really sorry." Spencer looked at her, bewildered.

"I thought I was supposed to be apologizing?" he said, confused. Diana laughed despite herself.

"You're clueless," she told him. "Completely, utterly clueless." Spencer grinned back, nodding.

"I am," he told her. He then blushed and began stammering. "But, if you, uh, w-want to give me, erm, what I'm trying to say is-"

"Yeah?" Diana asked, not completely unaware of what he was about to say.

"Doyouwanttogoonadatewithme?" he said really fast, blushing. Diana laughed again and nodded.

"Yeah," she said "I'd like that a lot."