To be fair, at least you were alive. When the unsub you and the BAU team were after had a gun to your face and shoved you into his car, you were pretty sure you weren't going to make it, but you were alive.

Spencer had been freaking the hell out since he hadn't been able to reach you since last night after you went home after work and never came in to work this morning. He had been calling, texting nonstop, asked Penelope to find you, but you didn't have your phone on you. Of course not, the unsub threw it outside his car while he drove you to where you were now: middle of nowhere. The man had a knack for torture, and you being a FBI agent, he decided to leave in the middle of nothing to die.

He had planned, the unsub. He had waited for a long time now and, last night, when you had to go out to get groceries, he attacked. The unsub drove for long hours with you in his car as you were passed out, and then left you tied up to a tree in the middle of the shale barrens in eastern West Virginia. It wasn't desert, but it wasn't... humid, either. And the sun was hot as fuck. And you were tied to a tree— Maybe you weren't going to be alive for too long.

Garcia had managed to locate you and, when the SUVs came, you were no longer tied. You were on the floor, sure, yet you had managed to drink a bit of water from a close body of it, but, God, you had been under the direct sunlight for hours now. You were hurt, dirty, hands were scraped just like your knees — your pants? a mess, a whole in the place where the jeans should cover the skin of your knees — from trying to get yourself free from being tied up to that tree to actually manage to survive, to drink a little bit of water.

Spencer ran to you without a second — not even a first — thought. He knelt in front of you and checked your pupils, then he noticed how dry your lips looked. Heavily dehydrated.

"Water!" Screamed Spencer to Prentiss, who was already grabbing a water bottle from the car. "Please, she needs— She needs... Water."

You did. You really did.