A Criminal Minds x Reader (EDITING-IN-PROCESS)

Chapter Two

"Hey!" You could hear one of the agents shouting after you as you took off in a dead sprint. The last thing you needed was the FBI's attention. Looking around you saw a tree that was easily climbable. Taking no second guesses, you made your way up the tree, hidden just enough from the trail. A couple seconds later, the three agents stopped right below the tree.
"Where the hell did she go, Hotch?" The darker skinned agent asked.
"I don't know, Morgan. Should we have the team come back to scope the area? She's clearly a victim of some type," the older looking agent, Hotch, to Morgan.
"Let's just leave it alone you guys," Spencer suggested as he rubbed his cheek.
"You just don't want the team to figure out that you let some chick punched you," Morgan chuckled, making you cringed. Chick, you hated that word.
"She was searching for something, her kidnapper probably," Spencer said as you watched the three males make their way out of the forest.
"How could you be so sure?" Morgan asked.
"She said and I quote, 'You sick bastard, what you did with those girls,'; she's most likely escaped her kidnapper. She's looking for revenge. Plus, she had a map that had x's on certain locations,"Spencer profiled you exactly.
"Dammit," you muttered under your breath as the group was out of ear shot now.
Taking a brave chance, you started climbing down the tree. Misplacing your foot, you fell on your back with an oomph. Good thing you were close to the ground.
"Seriously?" You whispered angrily as you noticed your left leg caught on hold of a branch and was bleeding furiously.
You searched your bag for a box of tissues to clean up the wound. You wanted to wait out a little bit, just in case of those agents did come back out to look for you. Cleaning the wound the best you could, you sighed a breath of relieve when you heard tires squealing, exiting the park.
Getting up, you were defeated. There was no way you could look for you kidnapper today, especially if a group of agents were interested in your whereabouts.