Taken ⇗ Spencer Reid AU

Chapter 2

Spencer Reid was blinded. He couldn't see, nor did he really care enough to see. He could hear his surrounding. The occasional creek of metal, water dripping onto the ground causing it to be moist and damp.

"I'm okay.. I'm okay... I won't die.. I'm okay..." Spencer murmured to himself, his hands trembling as his fingers stretched to work on the rough rope. His hands were bound behind his back, his feet twisted over one another and tied so tightly he could barely feel them.

Burns stung on Spencer's wrists from the rope; tears stained his face. Hoarse whimpers escaped his lips. Spencer had to bite his tongue until it bled to stop the sounds.

"Wakey Wakey kiddo!!" One of the men yelled, slamming a metal something on the bars of the cell. Spencer knew he was in a cell, rusty metal bars surrounding him. Barely big enough for his little hands to fit through.

"Let me go!" Spencer sobbed, beginning a coughing fit from all of his crying.

"Shhhh it's okay. It's okay." One of the men whispered, a door to the cell opening and closing with a loud clang. The feeling of cold, sharp metal pricked on Spencer's throat. "Shhhhh."

Instantly, any sound he could possibly make diminished. Spencer could barely even breathe out of fear. He took some time to think before recognizing the voice as Magnus, the only one who's name had been revealed yet.

"I thought you were the better one." Spencer whispered, attempting to keep his voice steady. It was quite an impressive act for a seven year old. "I thought you were the more hesitant, calm one. I thought you were better than the scum that is your-"

He was cut off by a blade digging into his thigh. A dirty cloth soaked in urine was shoved into his mouth to keep him quiet. "I was serious about that kid.. Dead serious." Magnus sneered, gently running the blade along Spencer's throat so it only made a scratch.

Spencer was then kicked to the musty ground, his head hitting a rock before he began to see stars again. He fell unconscious to the sound of his kidnappers bickering over how to dispose of him, dead or alive.

His leg burned, even in the unconscious state. Wet, thick blood oozed from the wound down his thigh. It clung to his pajama pants and permanently remained. Eventually, the pain subsided and he had no conscious state.   

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Diana Reid continued to pace back and forth in a police station waiting room. Her hands trembled as she walked, voices talking to her that weren't even there. It was normal, only just not right without her son to help her.

"Mrs. Reid, my name is agent Hotchner, I was wondering if we could have a word? I'm working with agent Rossi on this case, both of us are younger on the team. This case would be great for us to solve." Hotch babbled, nervously entering the room. It was his second year on the job and he was still hesitant.

"You just want a better image." Diana scoffed, tears beginning to run down her face again. Hotch immediately sat down and motioned for her to do the same. Hesitantly, she did.

"We want to find your son. No other FBI team really would, the case isn't significant enough. Rossi and I need the credits to move up and we aren't a normal FBI team. We want to help anyone we can, where as experienced agents would have better things to do than a missing child case." Hotch explained in more depth, desperately awaiting Diana's reply.

"This would cause you to do more work to get him. All of us. If you're willing to work with us on this, we can guarantee Spencer's return."

Still no reply. Diana needed to think, but didn't have the time.

"I agree," She began, pausing to take a breath. "But we need to find my son. And if we don't, I'll be charged for the murder of two FBI agents."