It's always horrifying when a member of the team gets taken by an Unsub. It always is. But specifically if it's you. For Spencer? Every minute, every second, every millisecond that you're gone hurt him more than he could ever possibly imagine.

He thinks what hurts him more is finding you in the state you're in. Bleeding, fragile, scared, a fraction of the person you were before. Spencer knows he must be professional, get you help but he freezes at the sight of you, as does everyone else. He'd never felt so wrong.

But he soon comes to his senses.

"You're okay," he mutters gently as he quickly undoes your bindings, or as fast as he can whilst trying to think rationally. "You're okay, you're okay." You're shaking so bad, so bad, making the most pitiful sounds. Spencer's shaking too, his hands brushing over your skin frantically.

"I'm so sorry, God, I'm so sorry," he says shakily, searching your gaze desperately. "Open your eyes for me," he says after a moment, his words soft, "open your eyes for me. Let me see those eyes, please, God, let me, please."

His hands gently grasp your face, cradling it gently as his fingers brush over your cheeks gently. His heart aches.