Broken {Completed}

Two days

I arrived home shortly after Shannon's call. I was having a hard time believing this was happening. More like I hoped and prayed it wasn't.

"Do you know where she could have gone?" Shannon asked pacing the room.

"No. I told her that I was going to go to Feo's right after school, but that was it." I began to panic. This wasn't like her to leave for hours and not pick up her phone. I ran my hands through my hair and gripped tightly.

Then it hit me. I had a card from the FBI. I ran up to my room only to stop when I remembered the horrible nightmare I had. "That's all it was. A nightmare," I told myself. I got the courage to open the door and walk in. On my bedside table the card sat on top of one of my school books. I quickly dialed the number and waited.

"Hello?"

"Is this Spencer Reid?"

"This is he. May-"

"This is Gunnar Rhodes. I think he's got my mother."

"Gunnar I'm going to need you to hold on a moment. Sit tight, and-"

"He's going to kill her! I can't just sit tight!"

"Gunnar I'm going to need you to do something me. I need you to give me your mother's number so we can trace it, and I need you to just wait. Can you do that?"

"Yeah," I said shakily over the phone and gave him my mother's number. He repeated it back to someone else. It was silent for only a moment before Dr. Reid was speaking to me again.

"Gunnar I need you to be sure that the number you gave me was correct."

"It is. Why? What's going on?"

"We tracked the number, and it's showing that the phone is in a river."

"No."

"Gunnar we have agents going to the site now. Don't assume the worst, because he probably dumped the phone expecting us to track it. You've got to stay positive."

"Okay," I said, but I didn't believe it.

"We'll call you when we have something else, and if anything else happens call me."

"Okay." He hung up after that. I went back downstairs. I couldn't be in my room right now, and in all actuality it was hard for me to be in this house. I was terrified of what happened in my nightmare might happen in real life.

Shannon was on his knees. It actually seemed like he was praying. I never knew he was religious or maybe he just loves my mother that much that he would pray to something he wasn't sure was even there.

I joined him. I needed something to keep my mind busy. I wasn't very religious either, but I had to try.

"God, please let my mother be alive. I'm not sure if it's because of you that I'm her son or if I just have amazing luck, but I'm glad she's my mother. Please don't take her from me. I need her now more than ever-"

My prayer was interrupted by my phone ringing. It was a blocked number. Normally I wouldn't answer calls like this, but something told me to.

"Hello?" I said into the receiver.

"Hello, Gunnar."

My heart sank as I heard the last voice I wanted to hear. "Where's my mother, you bastard!"

"She's safe and sound-for now. Say hello," there was a muffled scream in the background. "Now I bet you're wondering 'why would you kidnap my mother? Why not just kidnap and kill me?' Well here's the answer to that. You took Moxxi from me, and now I'll take something from you."

"You let her go you son of a bitch!"

"That's not a way you should talk to someone especially when they can so easily make your world crumble! Find me and come alone or you mother dies. And congratulations big brother. You've got 2 days," he said before hanging up.

"What the hell was that?" Shannon asked looking at me his eyes full of worry.

"He's got mom," I responded before calling Dr. Reid.

He picked up immediately.

"He's got her somewhere, and he wants me to fine him and go alone! I don't know what to do!"

"Don't worry. We'll think of something. You just have to trust us."

"Alright." I hung up the phone. The boot was dropping