Profile//Spencer Reid//Criminal Minds

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Reid went back to the station with Hotch to finish paperwork and I went home. 

I was about to unlock the door when someone grabbed me from behind, his hand placed firmly on my mouth.

I tried to escape but a needle was plunged into my back. I gasped before the black took over my vision and I feel limp.

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I woke up at a phone ringing. I blinked away the sleepiness as I realized what happened. I shot up, looking around the room.

I was in a bedroom, it was like a room for a teenager, a sophisticated one, good sense of style. I look down at my outfit. I'm wearing a long, button up shirt and some long green socks.

I move from underneath the cover, about to move but I was chained at my feet. I pulled at the chains but it didn't work, I was stuck.

Suddenly, the door open and a man came in. 

"Good morning, I have your breakfast," he smiled. "Pancakes and bacon, your favorite.

He was right, that was my favorite.

"Who are you? Where am I?"

"Ah ah ah, you'll have time for questions later," he set the plate of food on my lap, but I kicked it off, hitting him in the face. "God dammit!"

He stepped forward, raising his hand at me. I flinched away, turning my head.

"I would never hurt you, Sarah." He said, brushing his fingers against my face.

I turned my head, whimpering softly. "Don't touch me."

"I made you breakfast, Sarah," he snapped. "You should be thankful."

"I don't even know you!" I yelled. "Who are you? Why did you kidnap me?"

"Because I love you."

I sobbed softly, turning away from him.

"Oh, don't cry," he said, turning my face and swiping my tears away. "You're safe here."

"I'm chained to the bed," you cried. "Please, let me go, I won't tell anyone, I promise, please!"

"Sarah, you know better than that," he shook his head. "You're going to tell your little FBI friends, tell Spencer Reid."

Your head snapped towards him. "Please don't hurt him, please-"

"Don't worry, sweetheart, I didn't touch your little boyfriend."

I struggled against the chain, crying again.

"Settle down," he said before yelling. "Settle down!"

I didn't listen, moving against the handcuffs. He pulled something from the drawer beside the bed.

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry, I'm so-"

He dove the needle into me, sending some liquid into my body, making my vision dot with black.

"Please let me go," I said before I started to fall asleep. "Please, just let me see him again. Just once."

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Reid's POV

I paced around our apartment, my phone pressed against my ear.

"She's not here, Morgan," I said into the phone. "No, I would know if she wasn't here, she told me she was going right now."

"Maybe she went to get something to eat."

"I was getting food," I said, pushing my hand through my hair. "Her keys were still in the door."