A Time To Love | Spencer Reid

Chapter 19-Y/n

Degradation
Attempted rape
Slight Torture
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They rushed to the BAU and almost trampled several agents on the way. Hotch was the first one there.

  "What? What is it Garcia?"

  "I'm getting a hit from these three towers and it's a live video..." The team shared a look of concern.

  "Open it." Everyone looked at Spencer. He stared back with a serious expression.

  She turned to her computers and clicked accept.

  "Well, well, well, if it isn't the FBI." Your uncle smirked. He kept the right side of his face covered in the darkness. "It seems you went to her parents house. It's a shame we weren't there though..." He made his voice sound sad. It wasn't believable. "But at least I can promise you a front row ticket to this performance! Live! You don't even need to be here." His smile grew.

  In the back you lay unconscious on the bed, still tied up.

  He pulled a knife out of his back pocket and began spinning it. "I'm sure you'll love the screams as she pleads for help. But you won't be able to help her." He pointed the knife at the camera. "Let's wake her up shall we!" He walked over to you and began slapping you. Garcia typed faster as she tried to ping an exact location. "Wake up you little bitch." He would mutter.

  You finally woke up and spit at him again. "Putting on a show are we?" He pointed at the camera and you saw the red light. It was on. Your eyes were sad as they searched for someone you recognized, someone human.
He gave you a small cut in your cheek and you winced. "A lot stronger than when you were 10."

  "fuck... you.."

  "What was that? I'm sorry I couldn't hear you." You raised your voice.

  "I said, FUCK YOU!" You jolted upward as if you were lunging at him but the ropes pulled you back to the bed. He laughed at your attempt.

  "Clarke did the same thing you know..."

  "Garcia..."

  "Hotch, he's good."

  "And you're better, we need to find her fast."
He knew exactly what he was doing when he brought up Clarke.

  "She fought, just like you. I get why you two were friends." You gritted your teeth.

  "Don't you fucking say her name."

  "She's going to get herself killed!" Derek yelled.

  You felt your chest tighten into a knot like a cramp and a quiet rage built inside. He had no right in bringing her up.

  "She screamed, just like you." He dragged the knife down your leg. You bit your lip to avoid giving him the satisfaction of hearing your scream but it came out when he did it for the second time. He smiled. He moved the camera to the nightstand on your right, still hiding his scarred right side. "Now your friends will watch me do to you what I did 14 years ago."

  You began to cry.

  He started to kiss you and you turned your head away. He moved down your body and pulled up Spencer's sweater. "Are these your boyfriends clothes? Or should I say, ex?" He knew about your outburst in the apartment. You cried at the mention of him. Spencer put his hand to his mouth.

  "Okay Reid, you don't need to see this.." Hotch tried to push him back when,

  "I got it! She's at the house on 16th, the one that's due for remodeling!"

  "Lets go!" Hotch ordered.

  He was about to pull your boxers down but since you controlled your reactions he grew agitated. He wasn't satisfied.

  "Do something you little bitch!" He smacked you again. Garcia watched in horror.

  "I'm not the same 10 year old girl. You can't smack me around." Was the only thing you said. He cut one of your arms free so you could resist and you immediately went for the knife. You both struggled but you ended up pushing him off the bed. You untied your loosely knotted wrist and punched him as he stood up.

  "You little bitch!" He went to stab you but you grabbed his hand. You tried to force it back but in the fight for dominance, he won. He kicked you back down and you tried to get up again until you felt the knife in your stomach. He jerked it to the side and you yelped in pain. The shiny metal disappeared into your skin and the black handle stuck out. Your cry was a brilliant sound, guttural chokes mixed with an agonized roar. He smirked and pulled the blade out.

  Sirens blared in the distance. He looked up, dropped the knife and ran. You clutched your stomach as you gasped for air. You looked at the camera that was still on and mouthed "help me." Garcia was crying and she yelled "They're coming hold on!" even though she knew you couldn't hear her.

  The door was busted down and in came a cop. "Police!" He would yell. You look up and open your mouth but nothing comes out. The officer put his gun away and untied your ankles. They were now red and bruised. He didn't even notice your stab wound before you stood up.

  "Hey miss-"

  "Y/n?" Emily lowered her gun. You cried at the sight of her. Garcia was able to calm down once she saw the team arrive.

  "Please...I-I need to know this is real..." You opened one of your bloodied arms. Spencer walked in and ran over to you. He embraced you in a warm swaddle of his chest and arms. It felt as if when you were in his arms, all your pain went away-mental and physical. He didn't care that you were covered in blood that now soaked his clothes and vest, he cared that you were okay.

  "We got him!" JJ yelled from the hallway. You exhaled. You could finally breathe well, sort of.
The deep cut didn't help.

  His hand moved to the back of your head and he pulled you closer into the hug. He felt your breathing slow and he knew you were going to pass out.

  "Okay come on, lets go." He wrapped one of your arms around his neck and he lifted your body up. Your eyes fluttered once more and then you passed out from the combination of blood loss and shock.

  Spencer rushed you over to the paramedics hoping you would be okay.

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  Your body jolted up from the electric shock. Nothing. Again. You raised, then lowered. Again.

  The third electric shock on your chest woke you up. The EMT hovered over your body and you started to panic.

  "Get...get off me!" You yelled.

  You started to frantically move, not caring about the wound on your stomach. A comforting hand on your left grabbed yours.

  "Hey hey y/n you're okay. It's me." The voice was soft and reassuring. It was Spencer. You looked over and saw him, your heart rate slowed and he squeezed your hand. You squeezed back.

  Then the pain hit you. The adrenaline faded and you let go of his hand and groaned as you reached for your stomach. 

  "Dr, move back! We need to sedate her." He reluctantly sat back and watched as the EMT injected you. Your body slowly came to a rest. You didn't feel pain anymore.