Trapped

'I knew this would happen.'

As far as I know, I suck at board games, and I don't like cookies.

It had been seventeen hours since Spencer left. I kept catching myself looking at the door, waiting for him to walk in. every once in a while, Garcia needed to search something for the team. I was caught looking over her shoulder several times, until she ended up putting my favorite movie in- Johnny English.

The next thing I know, I'm stuck in front of the tv sitting on a pile of bean bags while Penelope is in front of her screens. the movie had always made me feel better, and was one of the only thinks that hasn't been ruined for me in my kidnapping.

I turned my head every so often to see what Garcia was up to, and saw nothing. the screens were black and she was packing up her things in a hurry.

"Penelope, what's wrong?" I asked, getting up.

She looked at me and I could see tears running down her cheeks. "The team needs help." she said before she grabbed my hand and ran out the door.

We were immediately in a car driving to southern virginia-where the team was stationed.

"Garcia," I said coldly, "what happened."

She shook her head, and wiped tears from her eyes. "I'm not allowed to tell you yet."

I threw myself backwards into the car seat, and muttered a few things under my breath.

Seven hours later, we arrived at a hospital.

I knew this would happen.

"Penelope, what the heck are we doing at a hospital?"i didn't give her time to answer before I was running inside.

I ran inside, and asked about the FBI. I was led back into the halls, Garcia behind me. the doctor opened the door, and let us in.

I poked my head inside to see Morgan and Hotch sitting beside a hospital bed.

"Spencer?" I whined when I saw the body.