(A/N: OMFG! This has oevr 25k! Guys I don't even know what to say! You are all so amazing! This is so crazy. Thank you all so much for reading and voting and sharing and commenting! I know I don't update enough, and I'm really sorry. But, don't worry I'll have tons of time to write once school is on break for spring and then even more in the summer! I'm so thankful that you guys keep reading these imagines even though I take a while to update! Alright enough with all this. This next imagine is another idea from a reider! Thank you @The_Bionic_Fangirl for this awesome idea! I know you've been waiting for me to upload this, and you're one of the most active readers for this story, so here it is! <3 )
Your POV
This case was really stressing you out. Normally, you were the one to discover the game-changing piece of the profile puzzle, but this time you couldn't figure out anything. You were off your game. Which is why, when Hotch told you to check around back of the suspect's house, you hesitantly nodded, but continued on to the back. Your breath was visible in the air as you looked around the seemingly empty backyard for anything suspicious.
Suddenly, you felt a grip on your face. Your eyes went wide, but before you could scream, everything went black.
When you opened your eyes, you were beyond confused. After blinking a couple times to clear the fog that seemed to blur your vision, you looked around. There wasn't much to see. You were in a small room, with cement walls and floor. It was cold. Colder than it had been outside, even. But what confused you most was the tripod that was placed in front of what looked like a doorway with no door. Was it on?
Your arms and legs were chained, taped, and tied to a chair that was bolted to the floor. Terror filled you once the door was opened. Foyet. Your eyes widened as sweat started to form on your forehead.
"Ah, so you're awake. Good to know. Aaron, not very good at protecting your teammates, are you?" he said, leaning his face next to the camera.
As you looked closer at the figure before you, you noticed something odd. He was holding a needle? What for? Would he inject you? Or himself?
Spencer's POV
She was gone. Hotch and her had split up, and now she was gone. I know it's not his fault, but that didn't make me feel any less angry, worried, or upset.
"I found her! Oh God, guys, you've got to see this," Garcia said as she led us all to her 'lair'. "It's Foyet," she continued. "He knows we're watching."
Horror flooded my heart when I saw her on the screen. She was tied up and gagged. I could clearly see the tears welling up in her eyes. Suddenly, a voice came through the speakers of Garcia's computer.
"Ah, so you're awake. Good to know. Aaron, not very good at protecting your teammates, are you?" the male's voice snickered into the camera. That sick son of a bitch.
After a minute of watching Y/N stare helplessly into the camera, something odd appeared on the screen. A needle. An injection needle filled with some type of drug. There was no way, really to tell what the drug was, which worried me even more. What was in that needle and what was he going to do with it?
Foyet walked across the room in front of the camera and stood behind Y/N. He smiled deviously as he stabbed the needle into her neck.
"NO!" I screamed, storming out of the room. My head was spinning. That much of a drug could cause damage to anyone, but Y/N, that much of a drug had the potential to kill her on the spot. Y/N was the type of person who would drink herbal tea for a week to get rid of a headache before she even looked at a bottle of pills. We had to find her now.
After less than half an hour of brainstorming, researching, and driving, we arrived at the location where Foyet had taken Y/N. I rushed in once I got the go ahead. Carefully, I moved to the basement of the location, where I presume he is keeping her.
I slammed the door open, finding her sitting lifelessly in the same chair she had been in before. Everything seemed to move in slow motion as I placed my gun into the holster and rushed over to her, embracing her limp body while tears poured endlessly from my eyes. "I need a medic down here!" I said frantically into my radio.
I tried to steady my trembling hands to quickly untie y/n from the chair. "Stay with me, y/n. P-please stay with me," I mumbled through the tears as I sat on the cold cement floor, holding Y/N close to my chest.
I could barely hold myself together while I followed the medics out of the house and to the ambulance waiting for us outside. The team was still searching the house when the ambulance pulled away from the premises, lights flashing and siren blaring. Foyet was still out there.
(AN: Don't worry I'm working on a part 2 to this imagine!)
