Pairing: Alex Blake x reader
Summary: your relationship with Alex is revealed when you're kidnapped
A/n: based on season 8 because dAng that season was interesting
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It was all a flummoxing blur. One moment you were on the field, listening to Garcia's research, the next you were straying away from your team to the desecrated bodies of the most recent murder, trying to put two and two together. You couldn't do what you intended with a certain someone's gaze lingering on your frame. So much for being professional during work. Alex could never resist you.
You were whirling, smile by your lips, wanting to catch her in the act.
But there was a snap of black before your eyes, the wind shrieking by your ears.
Your vision was dazed as it warped around uselessly. Pain flicked at the back of your head before it multiplied into violent lobs as your vision cleared, sending honed shrieks into your ears, or was it happening the other way round?
You felt the rumble from your throat as you tilted your head back in exhaustion, the nerves tight in your neck from your bowed position.
You were recoiling violently. Realising too late that your limbs were locked up with the chair. It slammed backward onto the ground. You were out with the light blaring into your face.
It was a beat late before the Alex realised you were missing. Then everyone was reacting. She could see JJ's panic, could hear Garcia's haste as she clattered away at the keyboard for a CCTV footage.
"Morgan, Rossi, scour the area for any evidence. Reid, Blake, you talk to anyone who's been around the area. Kids, joggers, leave no one out. JJ you're with me, we still have a profile to give." It was Hotch's order, and they all took off right on the spot.
It wasn't until the afternoon heat laid onto Virginia that they all filtered back into Quantico, ready to relay all the information they got.
Which was nothing at all.
"Hardly anyone passed by, and the ones that did, saw nothing at all." Blake said, covering up her frustration.
"Well we were at the crime scene, which already means that this area would be more desolate, the Unsub would feel safer to dump the bodies there." Reid supported.
"Not even a paper trail." David gave, Morgan only looked defeated as he shook his head.
"Seems like this is the only lead we got." JJ placed a ziploc bag contained picture of you onto the table.
The room stiffened, Alex could feel hot tears pressing behind her eyes, but she was composed. She had to be, she needed to be on this case to catch that son of a-
"Blake?" It was Hotchner's voice.
She glanced up and blinked a few times. "Sorry, could you.."
"Based on the quality of this photograph. The Unsub is the same as the Unsub who's stalking us." Hotch gave a summary of the discussion Alex missed out on.
"But this is the first abduction." Reid turned to Hotch. "Your picture was the first to be found, this one," he gathered up the bag, "is the second. The order is wrong."
A tear pushed its way down Alex's cheek. She'd lost her grasp, on composure. She shoved it away within a blink, but JJ saw it, of course she did, they were in a room full of profilers.
The bullpen was practically working even though it was past midnight for more than one insisted to stay back, work on ideas, profiling.
At 4 am, soft snores filled the darkened bullpen, only Alex was awake. Her desk lamp basically a nightlight for the others as she worked through the Unsub's replicated murders over and over again, scanned over witnesses statements. There must be something they missed, something crucial, a hint, a taunt, a misstep. It all revealed something.
The panic of the previous morning ambushed her, of losing you. The temperature rose, her clothes stuck to her skin from sweat. Her heart rang in her ears, and gripped the edge of her desk to quell their tremble. She had pursed her lips, let a few tears slip, glared at the surface and went back to work. She wouldn't let herself obstruct herself from finding you. There wasn't enough time as it is.
In a state of dwam, the bright light was no worse attacking your vision than last time. Your head throbbed like hell. A sharp metallic scent bludgeoning you in the face and you gagged, it was lingering on your tongue but your throat was sore from the prickling dehydration. You couldn't spit and your spite to do so was self-sabotage. You shoved yourself against the restrains, something jangled. Locks.
You strained your neck and midriff. Wincing at the dried blood at your wounds that tore up and flaked. The moment you saw it the hope of escape, you regretted it. 8 locks hooking all the chains together into one fat rope. Sweat slipped down your neck as you gritted your teeth as you righted yourself back onto the chair. Catching a flicker of blinking red dot in front of you. Videotaping never ended well for the victims. Was it the end of your line.?
You thought of Alex, of the team, of your sister and brother and mother and father. Tears needled your dry eyes as you scoured the room from your limited position. Empty blank walls. Two doors you couldn't get to. You realised this time your chair was tied to a water pipe that perforated the middle of the room.
Then the door rattled and creaked open.
"As much as I worked my superpowers.. I'm sorry sir I got nothing. The cameras were cut off the moment she left for the vic."
Hotch clenched his jaw. This was going nowhere.
"Alright so this guy's smart, meticulous, organized." Morgan said. "Couldn't be his first ride."
"Or he's trained to do this." Blake garnered the attention of the rest of the team. The atmosphere ladened with stoic anticipation.
"I believe the Unsub is an inside man." Blake began. It was a heavy accusation, but it was the closest shot.
"That's why he's been able to know when and where we were, infiltrate BAU twice. He's a professional in his field, or multiple fields. Biochemistry, tech, possibly more. So we're talking someone who lives in solitude and lacks the socialising skills." No one interrupted her. So she continued.
"The stalking only began after I joined the team, which means he is connected to me through some kind of betrayal and is seeking some kind of revenge."
She took in a well-needed breath and placed her palms onto the table surface."The only event I could think about it is the Amerithrax case."
"Garcia, pull up everyone involved in the Amerithrax case."
"You got it boss." Garcia quipped before strutting out of the room quickly.
Reid swiveled in his chair thoughtfully, but didn't say anything until everyone left the room. He turned to Alex with a look, some kind of revelation twinkling in his eyes "she wasn't involved in the Amerithrax case, she didn't even join the FBI until years later. So if he wanted to get you back for it, why take her instead of you?"
Alex smiled. "I knew you'd fish me out for that." Reid returned her courtesy before he resumed his profiling.
"You two are involved." And Blake gave him an insouciant shrug that told him everything he wanted to know. He grinned.
An hour later, a yellow letter stamped with blazing bold red letters 'CONFIDENTIAL' was placed congruously on Blake's desk. With Rossi's encounter in mind, they got the specialists to get the file open.
No drugs were found. Only tens of thousands of pictures scattered on the desk. You were bounded, blinded, possibly drugged with lacerations, bruises, blood, dirt, grime. Your hair was a mess, the black and white lighting exaggerated your bone structure. There were close-ups, far shots, angled shots.
Alex was blank terrified.
He was punishing her for something she didn't know and for the first time in a long time, she was utterly terrified. Her heart slamming into her chest, her breath shallow and fast as white spots interfered her vision, she sought support on a pillar that had still a clear shot to whatever was happening inside the office she couldn't bring herself to go in.
None of the pictures seemed to carry any hope until the last one. Your pose was different, head slanted to the right instead of to the left. "This was intentional, look at her neck, it's straining." JJ pointed out, showing a rather tough line going down the length of your neck that wasn't present in the rest of the pictures.
"Dead or alive, we are nailing him into the ground." Morgan shoved a fist into the desk, a few photographs sliding off the desk from the impact.
"Guys I found something." Garcia interrupted, coming out of her liar and immediately caught the way Blake stood a distance too far from the only evidence they harboured. Her curiousity piqued, but the time was off putting.
"Okay so I looked into our security cameras. And for the 10 minutes we were in the meeting room. Guess who gets in? John Curtis." A picture of the Unsub popped up on screen behind her.
"An inside man and was also in the Amerithrax case, just like Blake said. He has certs in so SO many fields but now I couldn't care less. He has an address surrounded with land. Grassy, green, land which I've already sent to your cells."
"Thank you Garcia. Let's go."
There was a distant whirring, like blades chopping up the air. You groaned into the gag cloth that soaked up the moisture from your lips and mouth, your eyes wanted to tape itself shut. Your voice not as loud as you wanted it to be as you wheezed. You thrashed your legs and pulled at your arms, chest panting and your throat tore as you lurched over and tried to scream.
You would give it to him. To that sorry fuck that thought of everything. No spouse, no kids, no life. He only had his own vengeance but you knew your team were going to find you. They were going to, it's just a matter of time.
But you felt doozed, you need some rest now, at least that's what your brain told you. So you let your lids fall in exhaustion, your head drooping forwards.
It was only for a moment before you thought you heard Alex, her voice ringing like bells. Was it her touch you felt? Her hand at your jaw, pulling your hair out of your face.
You peered, brown hair in your face, her irises always enraptured you. Then your vision narrowed, her gaze turned anxious, your eyes wore out again, encasing you in darkness.
An explosion, you jerked, your yelp tore your dry lips, eyes shooting open instinctively as a wave of warmth rolled over you.
The craggy roll of a shopping cart's wheels was what you felt next, your bones were cushioned, soft sheets rumpled beneath you as a commotion around you settled like white noise. A hand reached yours, a familiar face entered your vision, the colour on her face alternating between hues of red and blue, red and blue, red and blue.
It spilled, your tears cold against the night air as they wheeled you, Alex running alongside the stretcher until they towed you into the back of the ambulance. She combed through your hair, careful not to touch the injuries you sustained, her lips a trembling smile as you gave her one back wearily.
The team stood by as they watched your embrace. A bit spooked at Blake's affection even though word spread quick within the team of your relationship. They watched, soft smiles making way onto their face as Blake held your hand in a vice grip, though her touch was surprisingly tender.
She pressed the back of your hand against her cheek as she let out a choked sob as your nails glided lightly beneath her cheek. For a linguist, she was out of words.
You remembered when you first started out in the industry. Someone had said to you, once an agent, always an agent. You didn't really register those words until you were stuck at home during the recuperation period, antsy to leave the house when it was what got you stuck in the first place.
On the second week, Alex had the honour of telling you that John Curtis died in the explosion, painfully, with his skin ripped off his bones. You hadn't felt lighter since then.
You hit the 3 weeks mark before you returned to Quantico. Riding that elevator, with the weight of your bag slung over your shoulder, your work jacket never felt so unfamiliar.
The elevator glided to a stop, doors opening then a clap!
A flurry of multicoloured ribbons floating down on your head as the team cheered. "Welcome back!"
You blew a ribbon out of your face, lips brimming with smiles at the familiar faces who ambushed you into a hug the second you crossed into the threshold. "I missed you guys."
"We missed you too!" Garcia grinned, voice quivering as she swiped at her eyes. "And also you owe us a kiss for your rendezvous!" She quipped.
"Yeah I thought we were friends." Morgan jested.
"Really?" You laughed, seeing the team's eyes on both you and Blake expectedly, Garcia wiggling her eyebrows as you groaned.
"Come on guys, at least ask how I'm doing."
Alex only shrugged, a fond mirth playing on her lips. "I had no part in this, but the cat's outta the bag and we gotta pay for it."
You had rolled your eyes in defeat and amusement, but indulged them either ways.
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