𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 ; 𝐬 . 𝐫

𝟐𝟎. 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝,

TW: deals with violent situations and ideas.

you'd been in marcus' storage unit for another 2 days. the same thing everyday. he'd bring you a granola bar in the morning, afternoon, and evening. you savored every bite, every crunch, every grain of it like it was your last, because quite frankly, every time you felt like it was. the beating was nonstop and painful. you were covered in bruises. they blotted purple, blue, yellow, and light greens against your skin. some more painful than others, some just simply a mark. your eyes had sunk farther into your eye sockets from exhaustion. the dark circles remained hanging under your eyes, your skin pasty and pale. marcus had been growing more paranoid everyday. he thought that 'they' were watching him. you tried to figure out who 'they' was, but he was too unstable for you to get an answer out without being killed. 

spencer left the office once in all the 3 days you'd been gone so far. he slept at his desk, woke up early, went to bed late. he was restless. 

afraid.

he'd been through this situation before and he was not letting it happen again, especially with you. that particular night, though, he had a nightmare. his subconscious mind roamed places he didn't even know existed. the nightmare consisted of your torture, of what might be happening to you. different scenarios flooded through his brain, plaguing his intellect with horrible images. whenever he'd blink or close his eyes, they'd inundate into his head once more, replacing the normal nothingness he'd see with the same horrible pictures from his nightmare. 

garcia worked tirelessly too, doing everything she could. the next morning after she'd put the screenshots of the separate frames from the surveillance video into a system, it appeared that the system had worked. in a hurry, she practically slammed herself down into her chair. she dropped her bag at her feet. penelope began to check the results, hope pulling at her skin. alas, the system picked up a face,

"marcus wright-" she started, smirking, "gotcha bitch." she turned, feeling eyes on the back of her head. she saw spencer standing in the doorway,

"do you have something?" he said, springing towards her desk. she swiveled out of the way, fiddling with a pen inbetween her fingers,

"your girl did it again. move, let me look this guy up." she huffed. garcia pushed herself forward and spencer out of the way. her fingers went to work, drifting along her keyboard easily as she looked the name up to find all his records,

"31 years old, lives alone, does suffer from depression.. slight ptsd. huh." her voice trailed off as her fingers continued to do their job. penelope continued to fish out more records and files,

"uhh graduated from university of virginia, apparently has 1 child who he doesn't have custody over.." her eyebrows furrowed and she winced, "previously engaged to.. um.. y/n." she cleared her throat as spencer's eyes widened,

"the child isn't hers, though, don't worry! they must've just raised the child together.." she muttered,

"look through every property he owns or rents out. apartments, land, storage units, everything." he demanded as his eyes scanned the screen for more answers. she nodded, having the records and files pulled up within seconds,

"owns 4 acres of land with a house, and a farm.. an apartment in woodbridge VA, approximately 20 minutes from quanticoooo.." she sighed, focusing on fishing more out, 

"says here he also owns 2 acres of land with nothing on it. has 4 storage units-" her speaking slowed as she got more confused,"...all in different places.." garcia leaned back in her chair as she felt spencer's eyes on the screen, taking in all the addresses with his nimble eyes, 

"huh." she hummed in thought, "you think he has her at one of those place-" she started, turning to face spencer. he was already gone. she smiled softly,

"you're welcome.." garcia whispered, turning back to her desk.

spencer memorized those 4 addresses as soon as he saw them. he rushed out and yelled for the team,

"HOTCH!" 

marcus stood infront of you, holding the same bat and knife in his hands he had showed you a couple days ago. you lifted your gaze to him and glanced at his hands as fear began to surge through your veins,

"choose." he spoke, his voice calm and steady. your chest rose and sunk with such a fast pace, you couldn't speak,

"CHOOSE!" he screamed, veins popping in his forehead and neck. you cringed back as you cried. he threw the knife to the floor, 

"i guess i have to do this myself-" he threatened. you yelled,

"NO-PLEASE!" you moved your body, scooting the chair away from him. he pulled the chair back as he held the bat. you braced yourself, preparing for impact as your body tightened. you watched him raise that bat into the air as time seemingly froze. you watched the anger on his face, the resentment. the bat swung through the air, straight to your gut and uterus area. time went back to normal as you felt the shockwave of pain course through your body within milliseconds. you let out a guttural cry as the chair fell onto the floor with you still tied down. your arms came undone from around the metal chair, marcus grabbing you and pulling you across the floor closed towards him. your legs remained tied together as he continued delivering blows against your gut. you felt like your world was crumbling as the piercing pain shot through your body, your cries of anguish echoing throughout the sharp air. you felt yourself get lightheaded as the pain became unbearable. with one more sharp crack of pain in your ribs, you fell unconscious. 

sirens rang throughout the streets as the team drove to the designated locations reid read off from his memory. by the second one, there was no luck. reid's heart hadn't stop pounding since they got on the road. he stayed silent for the most part, watching the rear view mirror to look at the 2 swat vans following behind. finally reaching the third public storage area, they did what they usually did. parked, ordered the swat team out, then pushed in with caution. spencer was of course, always first with the rest of the team trailing behind him. swat pushed from one side of the hall while the agents pushed from the other. they finally stopped as they reached the outside of marcus' appointed unit. spencer looked up at the garage like windows resting at the top of the door. he saw the flickering lights and let out a long breath, blinking slowly. he prepared himself for what he might see. he snapped out of his trance as he noticed the lights stop flickering, resting at a dull white. he swallowed hard and nodded at the swat team. they pushed in, lifting up the door. spencer came into view and the swat team followed. time seemed to freeze again as his eyes landed on you. 

you stood in marcus' grasp, bloodied and beaten with one of marcus' arms tightened around your neck to keep you where you were, the other pointing a gun at your head. sweat ran down your face as well as marcus'. he shifted the weight on his feet uncomfortably, watching the law enforcement stand before him,

"do anything, i shoot." he said, resting his finger on the trigger. your bloodshot eyes didn't leave spencer. he looked terrified, sad, and confused. he knew this scenario all too well. the screams and words echoed through his mind as his hands began to shake around his revolver and his skin went pale. his eyes darted around the room as he shook his head,

"we won't shoot. let. her. go." he warned. marcus noticed the swat team adjust their weapons and his finger put just the slightest amount of pressure on the trigger. you closed your eyes and held your breath. marcus inched himself farther behind you, basically using you as a shield. spencer eyed him carefully,

"let her go." he said again.

spencer would never forget the crazed look in marcus' eyes as he saw the fear shoot through spencer's body.