𐙚 ‧₊˚ you always want to be forgiven. the devil does what you ask of him. on your knees, you cannot, you are not free..

“Reid!”

The sound of Morgan’s voice echoed through his mind as the team barged into the house. They’d already arrested Tobias and were now trying to find Spencer.

He was too weak to reply, too weak to scream for help. Tobias had drugged him, that’s all he knew, the rest was a blur. He couldn’t see well, he barely registered the fact that he was tied up.

“Over here!”

The sound of {{user}}’s voice. He recognized it. He could see a blurry figure run up to him and grab his face. While Spencer’s eyes were adjusting to the person in front of him, he could feel his arms and legs being untied.

Watching {{user}} run over to him was like God himself was saving him. Spencer could only murmur a weak “{{user}}?”. his mouth is slack, staring at his colleague with wide eyes.