The Mission

Seven

To her defence, Y/N wasn't trying to escape from Spencer.

She was high on MDMA, and she just wanted to get a whiff of fresh air. When that pretty blonde had tapped on Spencer's shoulder, she found the window of opportunity to get out through the front door. Leaning against the big oak tree near the club, she held a cigarette in her right hand and then with the other she rummaged through her purse, looking for the lighter.

"Hey there baby, wanna light?" Y/N looked up and saw three gangly looking drunk men, one scanning her up and down while the other two whispered in the back. She had dealt with a lot of this before, but she was usually with her group of friends from the club. Y/N's baby hairs stood up sharply from the back of her neck. She looked around her. No one.

The club entrance guard was nowhere to be seen, and where she was standing it was bit of a secluded area towards the back of the club. Where the girls would go before a show to light up.

"Baby, it's all rightttt." The man advanced towards her and he was so close that she felt his breath up on her neck. He started to feel her up underneath the mini skirt. "I think you should put that nice ass up for good use baby." He cooed, and all she wanted to do was scream, but she was way too drunk and she couldn't move her lips or the rest of her body.

Finally, Y/N snapped and tried to back away, and yelled "Fuck off you little cunt." and the man's face contorted to an angry face. He slapped her so hard that it was burning through her cheek, and automatically tears started to fill up in her eyes. He laughed, and the other two men surrounded her even closer, pinching and teasing her, and then they started to pin her back against the tree. When she tried to kick and scream, they covered her mouth and then took out a gun, and held it to her breast.

"Resist and there will be a bullet to your fucking tits, bitch, shut the fuck up and spread your legs." The man holding the gun said with an evil sneer.

Just as the leader of the gang reached to pull down her panties, she heard it. A gun cocking towards them. Except she could not see as the men were blocking her view.

"FBI. Drop your weapon and put your hands up right now." A familiar voice but with a definite sharp edge rang out in front of her. She couldn't see but she definitely knew that voice. Dr. Spencer Reid, her substitute teacher was holding a gun pointed towards the gang. And behind him, there was the pretty blonde girl he was at the bar with. And next to him, there was Luke Alvez, the man she had just fucked in the club bathroom.

The gang members dropped their weapon and put their hands up, surrendering. Spencer stormed over to the gang leader and harshly put handcuffs on him, the other two agents following his lead. A police car came soon to pick the guys up.

Y/N didn't know what to do, she was overwhelmed by this whole situation. She felt her legs give in to the floor, and with a sigh, she collapsed.

...

Y/N woke up with a terrible migraine and a dry taste to her mouth.

Wait. Why are the sheets so white. She hadn't washed her sheets in weeks so they were turning a beige color, not this pure white. Also, the bed frame was a sleek modern black frame and the walls were covered with books and antique furniture. Next to her, there was a small white wood cabinet, and some pills with a glass of water was perched on top of it. She stared at the grandfather clock that was on the center of the wall. 13:00. Shit. She had slept in this stranger's house with no recollection of what happened last night. And was she naked? She looked down and her black bra was replaced with a white lacy bra and matching panties. Her mini skirt was gone, and she just had an oversized gray hoodie on.

This was definitely not her doing. She never owned these clothes, let alone this lingerie set. Had someone kidnapped her with the purpose of grooming her? She shuddered. She knew that she couldn't raise too much attention or the kidnapper would be alerted and try to kill her.