The Bureau's New Kid (Criminal Minds fanfic, possibly Spencer Reid fanfic)

Chapter 5 - The BAU

I woke up with a start when I feel a hand grab my leg, almost falling off the branch before the side branches catch me.

I looked down at my foot and let out a blood-curdling scream at the crazed-looking man covered in blood that's holding my foot. He tries to climb up closer to me and my brain is too tired to function, so I'm sitting here in fear while he climbs up farther onto my branch. I grab for my phone but realize in horror that it fell to the ground while I was sleeping.

I let out another ear-piercing scream when I see the large kitchen knife he's holding, along with a bunch of rope on his belt. When he got completely onto the branch (while I just sat frozen in fear like a dumb-nut) he grabbed the rope off of his belt.

"You better stop screaming or I'm gonna have to kill you sooner than I planned." He said viciously, while roughly grabbing my hands and harshly tying the rope around them in an intricate knot, way too tightly.

I can feel the circulation in my hands slow down, so most of my powers are basically useless -  I need to be able to use my hands for most of my powers to work, but at this point, I could barely feel them and with my struggling against the restraints, my wrists have started to bleed.

"You better stop struggling little lady or something..." He said laughing, pausing to scrape the knife across my face. "Really bad... might happen to you." He said, starting to laugh again.

I stared at him, my eyes full of fear, just realizing that I can't use my powers to get out of this one, I'm a regular human right now.

He shoved a nasty, blood-stained cloth into my mouth like a gag to stop me from screaming any more. I just growled into the gag to which he just laughed more.

The sick freak, actually laughing at me. With blood streaking down my face, I'm tied up with my wrists bleeding and I can't feel my hands or use my powers, he has a knife dripping with the blood from my face, and the sick fuck is laughing.

With my super-hearing, I could hear leaves crunch under some steps and hushed voices talking. I couldn't tell exactly what they were saying but I don't need to, I just know that they're people, and people could help.

I waited for him to turn his back on me, which he did aim after not very long, and I stretched my arms up and struggled to pull the gag out but I did after a second and immediately let out the loudest scream I could muster.

The man turned toward me and covered my mouth with his hand, but I only bit it and screamed again. They probably heard me the first time, but I have to be sure.

After he composed himself, he smacked me on the head, shutting me up pretty effectively.

"You better shut the hell up!" He growled out at me.

"FBI put your hands up!" Somebody yelled from the ground. The man immediately pulled me to him, pushing my back to his chest, and put the knife up against my neck.

"Put the guns down or I will kill her right now!" He yelled back, pressing the knife further into my neck making me wince.

"Sir, we need you to put the knife down now, or we will shoot!" A man a little older-looking than the first yelled out.

"You shoot and I will cut this pretty little ladies' throat." He called back. I looked down at the ground in fear, making eye contact with the one and only Dr. Spencer Reid.

Now that I realized who they are, I have more hope that I'm not going to die here.

Jennifer Jareau started putting her gun back in its holster, holding her hand off of the trigger to show that she wasn't going to shoot. "Alright, alright. Look I'm putting my gun away, we won't shoot." slowly, they all started putting their guns up. He shifts the knife on my throat. "You know that this won't make your wife love you again. But maybe if you stop now then your wife could forgive you, and you could tell the whole world about how amazing you are for not killing this girl; you would be famous. You could have your wife back and be famous just by not killing her. Wouldn't that be perfect?" She persuaded, using his delusions to her advantage.