The Dangers of Falling (A Criminal Minds Story)

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    When I woke up, all I remember is feeling cold. My entire body was covered in goosebumps and even though I huddled into a ball to keep warm, it was still freezing. I reached out for a blanket, even though it didn't exist, shutting my eyes tighter to try to drift back to sleep.
    I felt safe in a slumber. I wanted to stay sleeping as if my subconscious knew that if I woke up, the nightmares that had absorbed my reality would start again. Loud, screaming voices echoed in my head, and I groaned, pushing myself up against the hard concrete, unsure if they were real or just figments of my imagination.
    I looked around, my body yet to adjust to the strange lighting. Long, metal rods enclosed me in an almost cage like structure of concrete. It was small enough to make you feel cramped but large enough to stretch out your body without feeling suffocated. I barely registered the pleading voices around me as I came to, moving over to a wall.
    My body felt sore and uncomfortable and my eyes felt tired, but something forced me to open them.
    "Andy? Andy, is that you?" A voice from the other side of the wall to my right echoed into my ears and I perked up. Garcia.
    "Garcia?" I said groggily, my voice not as awake as my mind.
    "Oh, thank Mother of Mary." She said quickly, sounding somewhat relieved. "Are you okay? Are you hurt?"
    "No, I'm - Wait, Garcia?" I said again, leaning closer to the wall.
    "Yeah, it's me, honey." Her voice sounded a little less perky than usual.
    "Where are we? Where's JJ?" I heard Garcia sigh.
    "He took her."
    "Who did?" I demanded, my voice loud. As if on cue, a man entered, holding a struggling JJ in his hands. He shoved her somewhere to my left and I heard her groan. He crouched down next to me.
    "Well, well, looks like she's up." His voice was grating and Southern and I wanted to punch him.
    "Let us go, you bitch!" I spat, looking at him right in the face. He laughed and I saw the dirt between his teeth.
    "Oh, she's a spitfire. Just like the dark haired one." My eyes widened. Emily. He had us all.
    "They'll find us. They'll hunt you down. They know who you are." I warned, and he laughed again, a cold grading sound. My face was full of rage. I watched him walk away, leaving us behind. "They know who you are!" I screamed with more menace in my voice than I thought was possible.
    "JJ, are you okay?" I asked, and heard her groan.
    "Yeah, I'm fine. I will be, at least." She said, and I sighed.
    "I'm so sorry, you guys." I apologized, my heart heavy.
    "Andy, how long have we been down here?" JJ asked and I sighed again.
    "A little less than a week."  I heard a somewhat silent sob from Garcia. "They're going to get us out of here. I know they will."
    "They have no idea where we are. They don't have phones or any information on this guy. It's hopeless. He's going to starve and kill us all." Garcia pointed out and I couldn't help but agree with her.
    "He won't kill us. And I was with Sp- I was with Reid, and he'll know. He'll know to come looking for us, okay? We just have to stick it out a little longer. They have a basic profile. They'll find us." I stared at the wall opposite of me and prayed to God that Reid would find us. And find us soon.