𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗶𝗱 𝗶𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀

𝗸𝗶𝗱𝗻𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗱

「 chapter five 」

〘part 2/3〙

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  Y/n slowly wakes up to a harsh light hanging a few feet above her.

  "Ah, finally!" A gruff voice sounds from behind her.  "I was beginning to think I put too much chloroform on that thing."

  "What'd you do to me?" She asks, noticing she's tied to a metal chair.

  "Nothing yet, but don't worry.  The fun's about to get started." An involuntarily shiver runs down Y/n's back as heavy steps circle around her so the man is in her view.  Her eyes trail down to something shiny in his hand— a knife.

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  Cuts were littered on Y/n's arms, legs and stomach (he cut off her shirt.) She could only imagine that he'd been torturing her for hours, and she was exhausted.  So far he'd made sure not to hit any arteries, but a little part of her wish he did just so this could be over.  He had left the room a while ago, but she could hear him walking back in.

  Pushing herself to lift her head up from resting against her chest, she saw a phone in his hand.

  "Alright, here's the deal.  You get one phone call, anybody you want.  However, if you say anything that signals you're in danger or where you are, I will kill you slowly and painfully, as well as the person on the other side of the phone.  Deal?" Y/n nods, tears filling her eyes.  Immediately she knew who she would call.

  Y/n reads off the digits to Spencer's phone number, praying he would pick up.  The man holds the phone out to her, and puts it on speaker.  The ringing echoes through the room before a voice answers on the other end.

  "Hello?" Y/n let out a sigh of relief— he picked up.  Not that she had any doubt he wouldn't, but she wasn't in the best mindset either.  His voice was scratchy, so she could only guess that he'd been crying all day.

  "H- Hi, Spence." A watery smile spreads across her lips.

  "Y/n?  Oh my God, are you okay?  Where are you?"

  "I can't answer those, Spence." She cries.  "I'm sorry.  He- He told me I could call one person before he... you know." On the other end of the phone, Spencer signals Garcia over and mouths for her to begin tracing the call.

  "Well, anyways, I just wanted to tell you something." Spencer tries to interrupt her, but she cuts into him.  "Please, Spencer.  Let me say this." Spencer furrows his eyebrows— she never calls him Spencer.  "When I'm... gone," She begins, her eyes brimming with tears once again.  "And you try and remember me, don't think of this moment.  Instead, think of the happy ones, like how we visited my sister last year.  We- we went to her new home, and had d-dinner."

  Spencer scrunches his eyebrows together, squinting his eyes.  Y/n's sister had died a year ago, what was she talking about?  "Or even how we went shopping a few weeks ago, and how I really wanted the red blanket for our apartment, but you had the exact opposite idea." She dryly chuckles, causing Spencer to squint once again.  They never went shopping last week— he was on a case.  Suddenly the man motions for her to hurry.  "I have to— to go, Spence.  Just know that I love you, baby." The man shuts the phone, chuckling darkly.

  "Wasn't that sweet." He mocks, before pulling out a revolve from his pants.  "Nighty-night." Y/n squints as he pulls the trigger.  Nothing happens.  The man pulls it again, and again, and finally Y/n opens her eyes as he messes with the gun.  "You're lucky I'm out of bullets.  But don't worry, I'll be right back." He smirks, before leaving her.

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  Garcia shakes her head with tears in her eyes, having heard the entire call.  "Reid, I'm so sorry.  I don't— I couldn't trace the call." Spencer simply waves her off, standing up abruptly.

  "It's okay, I know where she is." He rushes out, calling out for the team to meet him in the vans.  They all go without question, fully trusting their coworker.  He gets everybody on the phone, with Morgan in the passenger seat if the car he's driving.

  "Okay, the unsub allowed Y/n to make a single phone call, and she called me.  Garcia couldn't trace the call, but I know where she is." He explains.  "Alright, so she said something about us visiting her sister's new home last year."

  "Wait, wasn't she in a car wreck last year?  I thought she died?" Prentiss questions, causing Spencer to nod.

  "Precisely.  You see, last year we visited her sister's grave after the accident.  I think she was hinting at some sort of cemetery."

  "Okay, that's good.  But there are a bunch cemeteries around here, and I'm not sure we have the time to check them all."

  "There are seven around the unsub's comfort zone.  But another she mentioned was that we went shopping last week, and she wanted a red blanket but I wanted the opposite.  The thing is, we were on a case last week, and we haven't shopped together in a couple months.  So I was looking back at the names of the cemeteries, and one of then is named the Greenholm Cemetery.  And since green is the complementary color of red, I figured that's where she would be."

  "I gotta say, your girl's smart, Reid.  Seems like the two of you were made for each other." Derek comments after Spencer hung up.  Spencer lightly smiles.

  "Yeah, I think we were."

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