i think i'm in love with you |s.reid|

chapter sixteen

I think I love you

Narrator's POV:

Back at the field office, the team continued on building the profile, with not a single idea what had just happened to Grace and Spencer.

"Does anyone know where the two love birds went?" Penelope asked, opening the door to the conference room.

"Probably out back secretly making out." Morgan laughed as Garcia rolled her eyes heading back to the makeshift computer cave she had been set up in.

Sitting down in the wobbly desk chair, her fingers went away to typing and tracking down both Grace and Spencer's phones.

"That's odd." Penelope realized when the computer said that both of their phones were shut off. She thought that at this point, they were just trying their best to not be found, so she shook it off, maybe they went back to the hotel already.

She got back up, making her way over to the conference room once again with only a single laptop in hand this time. The team was a bit confused as to why their cellphones were off also, but nobody did think much of it.

"Well, Grace did say they were headed to the last crime scene, they probably just don't have service out there." JJ conculded, grabbing another evidence box as Emily followed behind her.

"Don't worry, they are just fine." Emily assured the team, even though in reality, they truly weren't.

Back at the most recent crime scene, where Grace and Spencer were, things were not well.

"Finally, you're up." the unsub commented as Grace slowly opened her eyes, Spencer still passed out.

Their hands had been tied, along with their feet.

Grace remained quiet.

"So, I hear you work for the FBI." the unsub, unfamiliar to Grace, said. Their badges and guns on the table in front of them.

"Why are you doing this?" Grace muttered, holding back tears.

"Well, you can't just come into my house silly!" the unsub laughed.

"Who are you?" Grace asked, looking over to Spencer again.

"Come on Agent," the unsub looked over to the badges. "Agent Grace Miller, I can't just tell you that now."

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Grace's POV:

I was already sick and tired of this unsub.

Standing at about five and a half feet tall, and blonde, and so annoying.

I tried my best to stop looking at Spencer, the back of his head bleeding a bit. Everytime I did I just wanted to get up and go make sure he's okay.

But I didn't even feel well myself. My head was pounding and it was like every thought I had came out of my mouth. It was like I was on drugs.

Holy Hannah, I was dosed.

"Please, just let me go over and help my partner." I pleaded.

"He's fine. He'll be up any minute now." she reached for a gun.

"No, no what are you doing?" I began to yell, trying to stand up but my hands couldn't move.

"Don't be silly! I wasn't going to shoot him." the gun fired, hitting a window, the glass shattering everywhere.

Spencer jolted awake, his eyes slowly opening and adjusting to his surroundings.

"What the hell?" he immediatly asked, trying to move his hands which were also tied.