𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗶𝗱 𝗶𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀

𝗸𝗶𝗱𝗻𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗱

「 chapter four 」

〘part 1/3〙

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  "Don't be so worried, Spence." Y/n giggles.  "It's just a cab ride.  Besides, don't they run background checks on these guys?"

  "Well, they're supposed to.  But still, that doesn't necessarily mean that they did.  And even then, most offenders on the streets don't even have a criminal record.  More specifically-"

  "Okay, I get it." Y/n laughs, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.  "You're a genius, and people are bad.  Either way, I'm tired.  And frankly, I just want to get back to our apartment and doze off." She can hear her boyfriend sighing on the other end of the phone.

  "Can you please just order coffee at some diner and wait for me to pick you up?  I'm pretty sure I already told you that the unsub, who is in town, is kidnapping women that look exactly like you."

  "Oh, so the unsub's got good taste, huh?" Y/n jokes, causing Spencer to sigh on the other side of the phone.  She can only imagine he's stroking his nose, just like he does every other time he's frustrated with her.

  "I'm serious, Y/n," Spencer warns.  "We're still trying to figure out how he's finding these girls, but I don't want to take any chances.  Besides, I don't like you walking the streets alone anyway." Just then a taxi comes into sight, and Y/n waves it down, causing it to park in front of her.

  "Sorry, Spence.  My ride just got here." She announces, and before he can say anything she says a quick 'I love you' and hangs up.

  "Thanks for stopping." Y/n smiles as she settles into the backseat of the yellow vehicle.  The man up front simply nods, before locking the doors.  Y/n furrows her eyebrows but doesn't say anything, chalking it up to some new procedure.  The man begins driving off, causing Y/n to knit her eyebrows together once again.  "Um, I didn't tell you where I was going yet." The man simply ignores her, causing her breath to hitch in her throat.  Suddenly she wishes she would've listened to Spencer and waited for him.

  Unbuckling her seatbelt, she begins jamming her elbow into the edges of the window to her right, just like her boyfriend had taught her.  However, this draws the attention of the driver, and he puts on some type of mask before taking out a spray bottle of some sort.  Quickly pulling over, and turns back to Y/n and holds her down as he presses the cloth against her nostrils and mouth.  Caught by surprise, she breathes the chemicals in, and slowly she can feel her body falling limp.  The last thing she sees before she passes out is the driver grinning wickedly at her.

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  The team was finally narrowing down the locations the unsub was finding and kidnapping the women.  Eventually, with the help of the team, Garcia is able to figure it out.

  "Guys, I think I know how he's luring in his victims." She announces, causing everybody to turn their focus to the laptop screen.  "I think he's using taxis." Spencer's heart drops in his chest, and he rushes out of the room, taking his phone out of his pocket and dialing Y/n.  But, out of the three times he tried her phone, she didn't answer once.  Derek finally reaches him.

  "What's going on, Reid?" He questions, and Spencer turns to him with knitted eyebrows.

  "Y/n.  She- I just got off the phone with her twenty-two minutes ago.  She said that she was getting into a taxi, and I said— I told her not to, Morgan.  But she didn't listen and now she's— she's not picking up.  Do you think he got to her?  Do you, do you think she's...?" He trails off, not wanting to say it out loud.  Derek places a comforting hand on his shoulder.

  "Hey, don't worry, kid.  If he has her, and that's a big if, then we'll find her." Spencer purses his lips, sighing.

  "I hope so."

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