Taken ⇗ Spencer Reid AU

Chapter 3

**I'm so sorry this took a while! I will try and update once a week for certain.**

"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."

Hotch didn't see the real humor in her joke, but agreed to the terms. "Ma'am, we will find your son I promise you. Just try and relax and let us handle-"

"You'll get him back alive. Not dead, alive." Diana intervened, leaning closer to Hotch to emphasis her feelings. Hotch slowly leaned back, a little uncomfortable.

"That was our intention." He stated, standing up to leave the room. Diana watched as he strode out; she winced as the door latched shut. Without hesitation, she broke down crying.

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Spencer Reid opened his eyes to nothing. Not a single shred of light was visible, it was as if he had never opened his eyes. The only sound was the dripping water and his own labored breath. His leg felt soaked with something other than water, blood.

"Help!!" Spencer yelled, his lips breaking through something he recognized as duct tape. The water and saliva probably dampened the tape.

"Shhhh!" A voice hushed. A cold, metal pole suddenly poked at Spencer's stab wound. He screamed out in pain, even louder than he had yelled. It was as if he could feel every single nerve in his leg being shocked with pain.

"I'm sorry I'm sorry.." Spencer whimpered, just barely audible to anyone. He hands traveled to the cut on his leg and he began to apply pressure. Blood oozed from between his fingers, a metallic smell filling the air. Across the room, two hushed tones of men whispered to each other.

"We aren't murders."

"I know that Jonah."

"Then why do we have the kid?!"

"You want witnesses? Lower your voice before you get all of us killed."

"I... Can't we let him go? Tell him if he breathes so much as a word we'd kill him?"

"Not yet.. Not yet.. Bring him his dinner."

Spencer flinched as a metal plate was seemingly slammed down in front of someone. Footsteps held a steady beat until they quickened and got quieter; stairs. There were stairs.

"Hey psst kid." A voice whispered, a finger tapping the bars of the cell. "I don't want to hurt you. I'm sorry for what's happened. I can't help you much but here."

A tin plate and a flashlight were pushed under the bars. There was about a four inch gap between metal and rock. Something else was shoved under, something softer. "Bandages?" Spencer asked, flipping on the flashlight. He didn't dare shine it or even look in the mans direction.

"Yes. I'm Jonah as you probably figured out. You didn't get any of that from me except the food. Hide the flashlight wisely. I'll talk to you soon." Jonah harshly whispered, getting faster as footsteps approached; Magnus.

Spencer clicked off the flashlight and was left in darkness as the two men walked out. Only then did he hang his head and begin to really sob.