Spencer was a wreck. The love of his life had been taken. He didn’t know who had taken you, or what had been done, or what you were feeling, or even if you were still alive.

The team were frantic and desperately trying to find you, but their leads and profiles were getting them nowhere. Not even Spencer could focus for longer than 4 minutes without his mind drifting to the worst possible scenario

The case had gone on for days, and each second, a piece of Spencer’s heart crumbled. He needed to find you, but it was almost as if every single cell in his body had broken down, he felt paralyzed with fear and pain and rage

Finally, the team got a lead which took them to an abandoned factory. It was the dead of night, and freezing cold. Despite the team’s words of protest, Spencer demanded that he’d be the one to go in first; to find you

The word “Clear!” echoed through the walls, until finally, the team came across what looked like a.. Torture chamber..?

There were old medical supplies and chains, and in the center of the room, a body.