Reid Me A Love Story (Spencer Reid)

Bound

When Diana woke up, the first thing she noticed was that she couldn't move. Her wrists were bound from a chain hanging on the ceiling, and her feet were roughly tied together with rope. She was hanging from the ceiling, unable to stand up properly. Her eyes adjusted to the darkness and she saw the room was far from empty. Besides there being a desk with what resembled NASA's space station, or at least Garcia's lair, there was also quite the assortment of guns.

She silently cursed herself for suggesting to leave with Ben. The little shit was a lot smarter than he looked. She shuddered at the thought of him following her around since she was 17.

But wait, there was no way that was right. She had estimated he was around twenty four-four years younger than her. So when she was seventeen, he was thirteen. There's no way he followed her at that age.

Diana was quickly yanked form her thoughts by the sound of steps coming down stairs at the far end of the room. Alright, so she was underground. That's a start. Appearing at the bottom wasn't who she really wanted to see, Drebb, but Ben.

"Morning," he greeted her with a sick grin.

"Morning," she said coolly back. She knew the way to get your captors all annoyed was to show no fear. He walked over to the computer and sat down, typing furiously. Diana glanced around the room, committing everything to memory. "So, what is this place?"

"It doesn't concern you," he said. Diana laughed.

"Well, as I'm chained up here, I'd say it does." Ben stood and rolled his eyes.

"Whatever," he muttered. "Collin will be done as soon as he deal with the other one."

"Dad?" Diana asked, once again yanking at her bonds. Her dad was alive. Ben smirked at her.

"Yes, your dad," he confirmed.

"Where is he?" Diana demanded. Ben's smirk grew.

"Let's just say you won't have to worry about Daddy for too much longer," he said. Diana lost it and started screaming at him, and Ben just laughed and walked off.

"Fuck." Not only had she reacted exactly the way he wanted her to, but now they knew exactly

what got to her-family. She thought fearfully of Sarah, Josh, her mom in Vegas...and Spencer.

Her breath hitched.

Would they take him? Maybe. The obviously didn't care about taking federal agents, and they judging by the pictures they knew that they were together. Before tears started to fall, footsteps were coming down the steps again. Much heavier this time, and moving faster as well. And suddenly, just across the room, was Collin Drebb.

He looked even worse than Diana remembered. He was much thinner, and his face was scarred. A couple of his arm tattoos were more faded than she remembered. His blonde hair looked as though it had last been cut with safety scissors. She took all of this in as he began talking to her.