Going, going, gone pt4
Spencer Reid x reader
Warnings: Mentions of bodily harm and death
Word count: 1,522
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-UNSUBS POV-
He couldn't focus. All he could think about was the Y/N in the next room. He’d briefly stumbled across her at a party, the party where all the bitches were from. She was just as bad as them. Thinking she's better than everyone else. Probably had a perfect family, perfect life, perfect boyfriend. He threw his knife across the room, blood splattered onto the ceiling from the force. Those bitches. If only they'd given her the time of day, maybe they'd still be alive. The UNSUB paced around the room pulling at his hair. They would have found the body by now, he'd left them a little gift to find. Y/N was next, but he wanted to take his time with her. The little cut on her thigh would do for now, it wouldn’t kill her but it would sure hurt like a bitch. It’s what they deserve. They're all the same. They have to die.
-SPENCERS POV-
The drive to the crime scene was quiet. Spencer rode with Rossi, they were the first to get there. The whole ride over not one of them spoke a word. Spencer kept looking through the case files, looking for something, anything he might of missed. His heart was aching, he needed his girl back and he didn't know what he would do if he lost you.
It was eerily quiet as the two men exited the car. The rest of the team followed close behind. Spencer gulped, he could see a white cover placed over a body propped up against a tree. The yellow police tape flickered in the wind. Ducking underneath, Spencer walked toward the body. He took in his surroundings at the same time, looking for any missed clues or evidence. His hand hovered above the white tarp. JJ came to stand next to him.
“Spence are you sure you want to do it?” Spencer glared at JJ and shrugged her hand off him once again. He hated that she called him ‘Spence’, it’s what Y/N called him first, and then JJ started calling him it too. She backed off and Spencer breathed deeply, Rossi came over to stand with Spencer and together they pulled back the sheet.
The same hair colour as Y/N, the same skin colour as Y/N, eye colour was the same, but it wasn't you. Everyone let out a breath they didn't realise they were holding. There was still time to find you alive.
Spencer recognised the girl from some of the photographs, Jessica Montague was the victims name. She lived down the hall from Y/N. Spencer shuddered and was about to leave the scene when he noticed something strange about the victim. He paled. Jessica’s ears weren't pierced in her photos, but they certainly were now, and in the bloody holes, a pair of Sapphire earrings, ones that look all too familiar to Spencer. He had got you them for your birthday, and now they were stuck through the ears of the killers latest victim.
Spencer left the crime scene. Either the killer was just leaving clues of his next victim on his latest kills or he knew the BAU were linked to Y/N, Spencer wasn't sure.
His phone rang while he was ducking back underneath the police tape. It was Garcia, She’s been running the guys face through the FBI data base and cross checking all of the victims names to see if anything came up.
“Hey Garcia, have you got anything?” Spencer tapped his foot impatiently waiting for Garcia to tell her findings. Spencer’s eyes widened.
“There was a girl, a few years ago, with the same description as the victims. She died in a freak accident at one of the sorority house parties, it was the death of her anniversary a week ago.” Spencer clenched his teeth and started walking fast to the SUV.
“Let me guess? The same day the first victim went missing.” Garcia confirmed his speculation.
“Not only that, her boyfriend at the time, he always believed it was someone else’s fault for her death. She died from a drug overdose, her drink was spiked. The report the police had from him, was that his girlfriend, tried hard to fit in with the ‘it crowd’, she went to parties that weren't really her scene and someone spiked her drink as a prank.” Spencer had her on speaker phone by now, the others listening in closely.
“If he blamed people at that party for her death, maybe this is his way of getting his revenge. Killing girls that look similar to his girlfriend, so in some sick way, her memory lives on through the killings. Maybe he blames people he deems ‘popular’ for the death of the original victim.” Morgan shook his head. “Baby girl, the frat house Y/N was it in the photos, is it the same one where the original victim died?” Garcia made a ‘Ding ding ding’ noise on the other end of the phone. Everyone had now loaded into the cars.
“Garcia, name and address of the boyfriend.” Rossi turned on the lights and sirens, his knuckles clenched the steering wheel so tightly they turned white.
“Ross Turner, age 24, 125 Sycamore street.”
-Y/N POV-
You groaned and coughed, blood speckled your cheek. You were no doctor, but you were pretty sure coughing up blood wasn't a good thing. You winced when you tried to sit up. You had passed out before the guy had left. You slowly took in the mess of your body littered with bruises and small cuts, deep enough, that some of them were slowly trickling blood. The one on your thigh was the worst, it wasn't too deep but it was wide and in a place where if you moved it felt like it would rip right open. You cried out as you leant against the cold, slimy wall. Taking your unchained hand, you lifted the corner of your shirt. You ribs were black and blue. It was the punch that had knocked you out cold. Ahh, that would be the reason for the coughing up blood.
Your eyes scanned the room, trying to make some sort of sense of where you were. It looked like part of an old storage facility. You tried listening to see if you could hear anything that would help you figure out your location. You could hear rushing water, it was faint, but it was there. The air was cold and your fingers felt like ice. You didn't know how much time you had left. You were so dehydrated you couldn't even cry, your mouth tasted funny from whatever you'd been getting drugged with and your head felt like it had been hit with a brick. Maybe it had, you didn't really know the full extent of your injuries.
You didn't know why this was happening to you. You didn't even know the guy from the party. Heck, you didn't even know the host of the party. You'd been dragged along by a girl you'd met that day at an activities fair. She said it would be a good way to get to know people. You hadn't wanted to go but in the end you had, thinking it would be a good way to get accustomed to college life. What a terrible choice you made. Now you were stuck, held captive by some guy, not knowing if your boyfriend or father would ever find you.
You lay your head against the slick grime, and closed your eyes, thinking thoughts of Spencer Reid.
-Spencers P.O.V.-
There was no one at the house. It looked like there hadn’t been for a few weeks. After kicking the door down, we searched top to bottom but nothing. The only evidence of someone living in the building were the empty, strewn, take out cartons and mouldy scraps of food that lay untouched on a small coffee table in front of a television. Rossi kicked the table in frustration. Spencer wanted to do the same, but the more time they took being frustrated and not thinking clearly wasted their chances of finding you minute by minute.
Even though there was no one home, it didn’t mean they stopped looking. Something here could lead to a clue about where the Un-sub was keeping Y/N. Everyone knew that. Thats why, when Prentiss found the Un-subs laptop upstairs in the attic, she didn’t hesitate in calling Spencer.
It had taken him about 15 minutes to unlock the laptop. It proved to be pretty easy when the password was the Un-subs deceased girlfriend birthdate. They didn’t really know what they were looking for, or if anything would actually prove helpful on the computer itself, but boy were they wrong. The first thing that popped up on the screen was a file called “The Bunker.” Double clicking, the file opened and brought up live security camera feed. Cameras trained on every room in the dimly lit, cold looking building.
The very last camera, pointed at Y/N in her makeshift cell.
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