daddy's girl

FrostBite

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Spending nearly a week in some random town in the middle of nowhere, Ohio was not how you wanted to spend time.

But that came with the job. The BAU has orginally been called in due to bodies that had been frozen to death. No new bodies had turned up and the team was facing a dead end.

The hotel was nearby so you decided to walk there since no leads had shown and you were getting tired from days without sleep putting the profile together. You were almost at the hotel when you heard someone call out from behind you.

"Excuse me? Ms?" The voice called out.

"Yeah?" You asked, turning around. Working for the FBI had made you cautious, so you kept your distance and crossed your arms so your hand was over your gun.

"Can you point me in the direction of 48th street?" The man asked.

You made a rookie mistake. You turned away from the man and looked at the road behind you. "I think it might be-"

You felt a sharp pain in between your shoulder blades; maybe a needle. Before you could figure out what it was your vision started to cloud and you felt yourself falling.

"Spencer." You muttered before your eyes closed.

"Kid...Kid!" Morgan shook Reid's shoulder.

"I wasn't sleeping!" Reid cried, shaking himself awake. Morgan laughed. "Sure you weren't. Did you sleep here?"

"I must've." Spencer said, looking around at the table in front of him. "I was working in the geographical profile. I fell asleep."

The rest of the team funneled into the room, and Spencer excused himself to the bathroom to splash some water on his face.

When he returned to the room, something was off. "Where's Y/N?" He asked.

"We thought you knew." JJ said.

"No, she left for the hotel late last night. I stayed here." Spencer said.

"She wasn't in the lobby this morning." Emily said.

At that very moment, a uniformed officer walked past the room, holding a bag that looked very familiar.

"Sir." The unie said, sticking his head in the room to talk to the detective in charge. "I was out canvassing and I saw this bag on the ground. You said it's by where this guy's looking."

He held out the bag, handing it to the detective. The detective opened it, looking through the wallet. "This purse belongs to one...Y/F/N."

The world was falling from below Spencer's feet. He must've fallen back into a chair because the next thing he knew he was sitting with his head between his legs.

"Breathe, Spencer, you need to breathe." JJ said, rubbing small circles on his back.

"I-she was supposed to go to the hotel-and she-" Spencer knew he was hyperventilating but he couldn't stop.

"Reid, we're going to find her but in order for that to work you need to calm down first." Morgan said.

"I can't-she...she's gone."

-

Cold.

It was the only thing you could feel. Maybe Spencer had turned the thermostat down again and had taken all the blankets with him.

"Spence...blankets. Hand 'em over." You mumbled, rolling on your side.

You tried to reach out a hand to grab them, but you couldn't move your arm.

You furrowed your brows as you slowly opened your eyes. Then you remembered. You weren't at home in bed with Spencer.

Man. Needle. Falling.

The thoughts came back to you slowly. When you finally opened your eyes you looked around, seeing you were in some sort of dark room.

It was freezing.

"Freezing..." you said. "Oh shit."

You rolled your head back and looked down at yourself. Your hands and feet your tied together, explaining why you couldn't move them.

The door to the freezer opened. "Good, you're awake. It's always so much more fun when they're awake." The same man who got you said.

"Let me go." You said.

"No."

"Look, you don't want to do this. I'm in the FBI. You know what will happen if you kill me?"

"I know. I only took you because you're a Fed."

The man stepped closer to you. Grabbing you roughly by the rope, he made you sit up. He punched you. And then again. And then again.

-

"He has to have some sort of industrial freezer." Hotch said, putting his hands on the desk.

Spencer still hadn't fully calmed down. He had now swung the way of throwing himself into work. He stared at the same geographical profile he had been working on the night before.

Every time he looked at it, all he could think about was you telling him to come back to the hotel with you. And him refusing.

"Kid. Step away from the map. Let someone else take a look for a moment." Morgan said.

"I can't do that." Spencer said.

"Fine. Then come with me to eat something. You need it."

"I can't do that either. Y/N is missing, so I'm not going to stop working."

Morgan left his side for a moment. Then, he returned and took the pen out of Spencer's hand.

"Hey!" Spencer called.

"You can get this back in five minutes. Take a break, pretty boy." Morgan said.

Spencer sighed and followed Morgan out into the hallway twoards a vending machine.

The pair stood in silence for a moment. "It's my fault." Spencer muttered.

"Reid, what?" Morgan said.

"Y/N-she kept telling me to come back to the hotel. I said she should go ahead without me and I'd be there in half an hour. If I had just gone with her she wouldn't have been taken."

"Spencer, you can't blame yourself for that. If you would've been there, you might've both been taken. You you could have been killed. We can't go back and change last night, but we can work to find this son of a bitch. And to do that you need to be present, not nearly passing out."

Spencer sighed and took the coffee Morgan was holding out to him.

A few minutes later they returned to the room, where the group was huddled around a table.

"We might have something." Hotch said.

"Garcia, taking into account Y/N's abduction site, how many people in that area have industrial freezers?" Rossi asked.

"Just one. A Rodger Mumford. Sending his home and work to you now. Go get out girl back." Garcia said.

-

You had been left in the freezer alone again. The man had punched you several more times and turned the temperature down. You were 90% sure there were icicles on your eyelashes. You triet to move to shake them off but it was no use, you were frozen almost.

The door opened again. "Well, Little Ms. Fed, our time has been fun. But I think it's time to end it." The man said. He was wearing a full snow suit and was holding some sort of machine.

"Time for the freeze." He said.

This is it. You thought. And I'm never going to see Spencer again.