Spencer Reid was everything you could ask for in a boyfriend. Smart, so handsome, gentlemanly, kind, and just awkward enough to make you smile without even trying. You didn't think you could find someone you loved so much that loved you back just as completely, but then you met him when you joined the BAU, and all of that changed. You knew he was going to be the one you loved forever, the one you married and went on to live the rest of your life with.

And then, while out shopping for his birthday, you got abducted by an unsub that your team has been investigating for many weeks— one that abducts, tortures and kills his victims in the span of two weeks. And, all of a sudden, you had no idea if you'd have your life with Spencer, or if you'd die in that disgusting basement, tied to that rotting chair, beaten and trembling.

It's been a week now. You're sure the team is working tirelessly to find you, trying everything they can to build a profile in order to save your life, but there's a reason this case wasn't closed earlier. This unsub is meticulous, deathly smart, and had barely left scraps at his crime scenes. There's never evidence, never ransoms, nothing. And that just scared you even more. But you kept faith in your team, in your boyfriend, that maybe, maybe, they'd be able to find you before the two week mark was up.

Today, the unsub walks into the basement, the door creaking loudly behind him. You watch him with tensed shoulders, body still aching and trembling from the last beating he gave you. Yet, now, he's holding a phone, your phone, with a number already dialed in.

"You need to tell someone happy birthday," he says simply, as if talking about the weather, and your heart drops. It's Spencer's birthday, and you're not there. It's Spencer's birthday, and you know he must be scared out of his mind. It hurts to think about. He presses the call button before you have a chance to compose yourself, ask questions, and holds the phone up to your ear as tears already start falling from your eyes.

Two rings, and then you hear the phone being picked up on the other line. Then Spencer's voice. Professional, but you can hear the pain, the struggle behind it.

"Dr. Spencer Reid," he says, and you have to take a shuddering breath before you talk.

"Spence," you say, your voice wavering on intelligible sobs.

Silence. Before: "Oh my God." You can hear the hope, the fear, the dread in his voice. And you wish you were there to take it all away.