Spencer Reid Imagines {ON HOLD}

unsub fight club.

Description: On a takedown attempt gone very wrong, you get kidnapped by the unsub. The only way to stay alive is to keep fighting, so you keep fighting long enough to buy time.
A/N: I saw this video on TikTok (above) that gave me this totally badass idea
Warnings: blood, language, angst
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A cold breeze blew through the night air as you and the rest of the team prepared to breach the warehouse, guns drawn and pointed in front of you. You and Reid took the back as Prentiss and JJ took the front, the rest flanking from the side.
The two of you entered slowly and quietly, clearing each room silently. Reid watched as you went into the boiler room to clear it, turning down the hallway to clear another. Both groups slowly made their way back to the center after noticing nobody was there at all.
"Where the hell is he? The signal is coming from right here."
"Guys, look." There was a surgical table sitting in the center of the room, one single fluorescent light shining onto it. The group approached, looking at a folded letter and a decoy cell phone that was emitting the source of the signal. Reid picked up the letter, unfolding it carefully before reading the words on the page out loud.
"I got you. And I got her, too. He told you I would, and I've done it. I've got you, and I've made you pay."
"Got who? He didn't have another victim yet." They all looked around before Reid was hit with a sudden wave of panic.
"Where's Y/N?"
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Your head hurt and the room spun. Everything was blurry and the ringing in your ears was deafeningly loud. You touched the back of your head with your hand, feeling the wet blood that was coming from it. You tried to stand up but failed when you realized your hand was cuffed to a metal pipe. You struggled against it, hoping it would break. You reached to your hip but your gun wasn't there.
"No use in trying to get out of it doll face. 'Fraid you'll be in those for a while." A voice rang out from the darkness, followed by a shadowy figure.
"Go to hell."
"Oooo, she's a snappy one." The man laughed a loud cackling laugh, his large and strong stature coming into view. "Although I should expect nothing less from Agent Y/N L/N."
"How the hell do you know who I am?"
"You're the one who put my brother away last year. You and your whole damn team of shrinks."
You knew who the man was. Alexander Jackson, brother of Adam Jackson who you and the team had put away last year for a series of murders against drug addicts and prostitutes. His words as you were putting him away was 'My brother and his friends will get you. He'll make you pay.'
"What do you want from me?"
"It's not what I want from you. It's what I want to do to you. Without you your whole team will fall apart. Agent Aaron Hotchner, who sees you as his daughter, will fall apart knowing he let you get taken and become incapable of leading your team. Agent David Rossi will try to help but fail, and Agent Emily Prentiss will become angry after loosing who she feels to be a sister. Agent Jennifer Jareau will become silent and closed off while Agent Derek Morgan will stop at nothing to find you. Penelope Garcia will work all day and all night to find one little trace of evidence as to where you are. And Dr. Spencer Reid." He accentuated every syllable as he watched your face. "The teams resident genius won't be able to think straight while the only thing he can replay in his mind is the image of you, his beloved girlfriend, lying on the floor, bloodied and bruised, scarred emotionally from how many visions she'll have of the bad man's hands running all over her skin. He'll have to watch as you slowly die surrounded by your blood having to listen to you mutter about how dirty you felt when he was all over you-" You pounced against the restraints, tears welling in your eyes and he just laughed. "I know everything about your team. I have watched you for a year and a half ready to take you down. But I figured, why not have a little fun with it huh?" The lights switched on, showing you were in a large empty room, one that appeared to at one point have housed factory equipment. "Obviously I had to draw you all out of your shadows. I figured, stabbing people is fun, so I picked up some random easy targets to gut open like fish." He paced back and forth in front of you. "Leave the bodies out for you to find and boom, you're here in a snap. Then I just needed to make sure you'd all be in the right place. So I just call in that anonymous tip and leave the phone on and boom! You and your team are there in seconds. And I've got you all alone." He finally crouched down to where you could see his face, a crooked smile on his face while he wore a white tank top. He was large and muscular, and could probably take out any guy in one punch. You spit in his face, struggling against the hand cuffs.