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Chapter 4: Not In Jason's Mind

Saturday came just as quick as I hoped, if not, faster. I kept myself busy, and hoped to see Doctor Reid between Thursday night and today.

I didn't...

But seeing him today will be just fine as I wear a pair of black skinny jeans and a green sweater with brown boots that went up to my calf. I stepped out of my car and walked towards the park in this infernal cold weather. I sighed and shivered. "So cold."

"Hey! Need a ride?" I turned to see a fairly good-looking male a little older than me in a blue Sedan. I smiled kindly and said, "No, I'm meeting someone at the park, and I don't want to use up your gas." He grinned happily and said, "C'mon, it's cold out, and it's just around the corner." I felt my insides shake as I stopped walking and his car stop.

"C'mon." He whispered calmy, but almost threateningly. I felt the air in my lungs seize, not knowing what to do. My eyes pricked with tears, not liking the situation I was in at all. I began to almost pant as the stranger's green eyes pierced through me. He got out of his car and walk towards me.

He slowly stepped towards me and I back up into the building. I was completely frozen as he touched my face lightly. "It's okay, Sierra. You'll make it alive." He whispered. I felt my tears pour down my cheeks. I tried to say something, anything, even a scream would help me at this moment, but I was paralyzed by one specific thing:

How did this stranger know my name?

"Sierra!" I turned my head to see a face that I was praying for.

"Spencer..." I whispered.

The stranger gasped and ran to his car muttering, "Damn it." I fell to the ground, my knees buckling as an aftermath of the situation. "Yes, I need to report a kidnapping attempt with the Michigan license plate, number 456-HJ99." Spencer said into his phone as he knelt down in front of me.

I covered my eyes with my hands as the tears streamed down my cheeks. "Sierra, are you hurt at all?" I shook my head and felt his hands on my shoulders. "Look at me." He begged in a hushed tone. I looked at him and he wiped my tears away.

"Did he hurt you?" I shook my head again and said, "N-No, it was just that...it reminded me a lot of h-how my father kidnapped m-me." I cried quietly. I felt myself move involuntarily and into something warm and soft.

"I'm sorry." Spencer said. That's all it took for me to cry my eyes out. My hands were on his chest, gripping his jacket for comfort and burying myself in his warmth. He rubbed my back and his head was on mine. "I could have died..." I whispered through the sobs. "You're alive now, and it's all thanks to him."

I knew he was talking about Jason. I owe that man everything. If only he wasn't gone. If only he was still here. But then again, would I have met Doctor Reid?

I nodded and said, "I miss him so much."

"I do, too."

We sat in silence until the police came by. I finally stopped crying and was sitting on the back of a police car. I saw an older man around the age of 35 walk up to me. "My name is Agent Hotchner, this is Agent Prentiss, we are from the FBI." I smiled and said, "Jason spoke highly of you two."

Prentiss asked, "How do you know him?" I replied, "I was one of his cases." I saw a man with a pencil and a pad. "This is a sketch artist. If you can, can you describe the man who attempted to abduct you to the best of your ability?" I laughed dryly and said, "How will I ever forget?"

I smiled and nodded. "Yes, though, I will." I sat with the sketch artist and described him. "No, his chin was a touch more angled, and his eyes were slanted inward a bit more." The artist adjusted the sketch and I said, "Perfect, that's him." He nodded and walked away.

I sighed and was handed a bottle of water. "Here, drink up." I looked up to see a black well-built guy in front of me. I smiled lightly and said, "Thank you, Agent?" "Morgan."

I laughed. "Jason always mentioned you as the ass-kicker in his letters to me." He laughed and said, "Well, these muscles aren't just for show!" I laughed and took another swig of the water. I sighed and said, "I miss him." "We all do. This past case was a bit difficult without him because we relied on him so much. But, we got through."

I gasped, "Doctor Reid never told me of the last case!" Morgan raised an eyebrow and I blushed. "O-oh, my bad." "So, you like pretty-boy, eh?" I became flustered. "I-I don't kn-now!"

He laughed and said, "Well, he talks often of you, even when he doesn't realize it. The look on his face changes. The kid-genius likes you." I rolled my eyes and I asked, "Are these questions necessary to finding my almost-captor?" He said, "No, but we do need to talk to you about him."

I nodded and a blonde girl came up. "My name is Jennifer Jareau, the team's communication liaison. I need to let you know a few things before reporters start bombarding you with questions." I nodded and got off of the car with Morgan's help. "Of course."

She said, "Let's walk and talk." I nodded and we walked side-by-side along the sidewalk. "They are going to ask you millions of question, ranging from what he looked like to personal questions like what is special about you that he would want to kidnap you. They may ask how much money you have in the bank, if your parents are rich, president's of any big companies, anything and everything." I nodded, feeling awkward that I would be exposed so much.

"All you need to say, when the questions pertain to the unsub, is that they need to refer to the profile given by the FBI. If you are asked personal question, just turn a blind eye." I nodded and she continued, her blonde hair swaying as she walked. "Because he hasn't been caught, you need to stay with someone. Do you have someone to stay with?" I was about to nod, thinking I could stay with Gideon.

My mother was put in a nursing home because of old age and arthritis. I looked down and shook my head. "Ah, no, I don't have a place to go." She nodded and said, "You'll stay with one of us, or one of us will stay with you at your home." I nodded and she put her hands on my shoulders.

"Sierra, listen to me." I looked up and she continued, "I know that you are nervous, but I promise you that everything will turn out alright." I looked at her and smiled, "I'm alive, right?" She grinned and looked behind me. "Hey, Reid, go ahead and take her home. Watch her until the unsub is found."

I spun and saw Spencer with his keys in his hand. "Of course." Spencer said, smiling a little. I followed him to his car and got in. I sat and fumbled with my fingers. "Where do you live?" He asked. I gave him the directions to my house and we arrived.

This is so not what Jason had in mind for Dr. Reid and I.