Nine days.

You'd been missing for nine days. The whole team was desperately trying to conjure up an answer to everything. You were Spencer's lover. He was always aware of the risks of his job, but he never expected to drag you down with him. He was absolutely distraught, letting his emotions cloud his better judgment. The genius had gone off on his own in search of finding any clue as to who tool you, where you were, or if you were even alive.

Where did that get him? Right in the belly of the beast. He woke up on a cold, hard basement floor, his head pounding from where he'd been struck. His vision was blurry as he took in his surroundings, the dim lighting doing nothing to help, but he tried not to panic. This wasn't his first rodeo, he could get through this. He mentally scolded himself for letting his guard down - if he was here, then who would find you?

Damn it, Reid —

Spencer's body went numb as soon as he heard that tiny, pitiful groan. His head darted in the direction of the noise, his heart dropping to his stomach. You. You were there, laid on the basement floor, clearly out of it and drugged up on God knows what.

“Hey…” He croaked, tears welling in his eyes as he slowly crawled to you, cradling your face in his shaky hands. “Hey, angel. Can you hear me?”