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That Got Away: A Criminal Minds Fan-fiction Part 7

Inspiration: Katy Perry’s “The One That Got Away”

Union Pulse’s “Better Days”

Rating: Teen Featuring: Spencer Reid x Reader

A/N: I hope you missed Y/N, because this is going down ya’ll. I do not own any of the characters/ images/ lyrics. xoxo Stu

Part 5 Part 6

Spencer had shut off any part of his brain that held emotion and worked the case. Once the local CSI had shown up, he was right beside the techs scouring for evidence. Hotch and Morgan continued to work the profile, adjusting it into a team now that miraculously both JJ and Y/N had been removed from the suite within minutes of being attacked. Spencer was frustrated with what little insight the hotel room was giving them.

He removed the latex glove on his right and called Garcia.

“Speak to me thou who seeks knowledge, “ Penelope beckoned.

“Garcia, I need you on the tapes from an hour ago up until now for the penthouse floor.” Spencer clipped. “The unsubs have JJ, Garcia. And Y/N.”

“Oh no! But,” Garcia was distraught. “Reid, what should I do? Do I call Will?” Her hands a frenzy at the back lit keys. Spencer sighed, thinking about his tiny godson two thousand six hundred twenty four miles away.

“No, Garcia, I will. It’s my fault that they were taken.” Spencer admitted, ashamed. “Just figure out who took them and how they escaped unnoticed with two women.”

“On it, my sweet doctor,” Garcia crooned, worry heavy on her voice and features. “And Reid, stiff upper lip, that big brain of yours is going to get them back.”

You woke up slowly, your face tingling with warmth. The sunlight streamed into your face from above, so brightly that you didn’t know if it was truth or farce. You slowly turned your head, attempting to look around it. Your neck was stiff and your face tender. You were on your back, a cool stone floor your bed. Once your cheek met the contrasting temperature of the ground your heart-rate accelerated, pushing the delayed panic to the forefront of your mind.

You were in your suite with JJ, Spencer’s trusted friend. You had been talking about the letter Spencer had left for you. And what? What was next? How were you here, now, with a face that felt like tenderized round steak? Slowly you sit, the dark room coming into focus after leaving the trail of unfiltered sunshine. Well, at least you hadn’t been unconscious very long. You didn’t know the details, but brain damage occurred the longer someone was out. Spencer would know how long it had been and what your risk was at that length of time.

You had left Spencer and the team to change, why hadn’t you taken their concern seriously? Your father was dead and now you had been abducted. What the hell was this about anyway?! You stood, angry now. “Hello?” You croaked and echoed into the small space. “What the hell do you need me for, huh?!” Your throat mutinied and cracked at the end of your question. Silence answered. Frustrated you kicked the bulking metal door with the pad of your foot, apparently you were barefoot.

After ten minutes of pacing, a faint screeching noise came through the adjacent wall. The only wall that didn’t have a door or a window.

It's funny how the hands that I now hold Make me feel a little like I might be Getting old

Spencer was not one for the beach, he didn’t mind sand, he was a dessert kid after all. It was the combination of being wet and sandy that did not appeal to his tidy sensibilities. Kissing Y/N rather muted that notion for him tonight. They were out, alone at night, making out just like normal teenagers. He had never felt this alive or conflicted in his entire life.

The clouds continued to gather overhead, but Spencer’s eyes were closed to the weather. He was focusing on not biting Y/N’s tongue which was surveying his mouth quite repeatedly. His quilt kept her warm from the night air, he held her close, so bundled her arms couldn’t move. Which meant that he was being very chivalrous: bringing a blanket, flashlights, and by not taking off all of her clothes in public. Yes, this was how a gentleman would kiss a woman, not like the last time when he was nearer to a scoundrel teenage boy feeling up a drunk girl in the back of a party.

She was smiling up at him, the light reflecting in her Y/E/C irises. Spencer grinned back, sheepishly. He felt at ease around Y/N, his dear one. She liked him, not just for his brain or how quick he could help her with her homework. She had never needed anything from him. It was just him, his presence, his companionship that this amazing girl somehow craved. This stirred a feeling that he hadn’t found the right words to describe. Her teeth began to chatter and he knew it was time to return to their homes, time to be the responsible young adults that they were.

“Y/N/N, thank you for taking me out tonight,” Spencer spoke over the waves. “I, uh, needed to get out of the apartment, but being with you has been like an oasis, really, a treat.”

She giggled at his confession. “Sir-sir, thanks for letting me teach you to drive.” She wiggled a hand out of her cocoon to hold his as they slowly returned to the waiting Volkswagen. “I know it is not easy for you to take instructions when you already know how to do something.”

“I am finding there are many things that I am willing to learn from you, mon cher,” Spencer spoke softly, eyes watching the shower of sand their feet kicked.

“Together, Spencer,” She corrected him. “We are learning together.” She blushed at him, but was smug in her conclusion. His head was a whirl the whole way home.

Garcia was pissed. The security footage wasn’t blurred or looped, it just wasn’t there. Someone had just shut off the camera on the penthouse floor. She would not stand for this kind of dead end, no she would track down this little evildoer if it was the last thing she did! She began searching all other floors during that time frame.

“Hotch, sir?” Garcia rarely called the boss man himself, but this was necessary. “Sir, we have a complete footage loss on the penthouse floor during the abduction. Someone in hotel security is helping the unsub, unsubs, I mean. May I suggest someone talk to “Kurt” the bellhop that delivered the envelope to Reid?”

“Thank you Garcia,” Hotch huffed, “let us know when you find more.”

Penelope returned to her hive of monitors, some running searches, some rolling through security tapes, some displaying cat memes. The second screen to the left caught her eye, it was the concierge desk the night before. Where a little scamp of a thing was practically skipping across the lobby to deliver a familiar envelope. The unsub knew the camera angles, Garcia could only grab a half of a profile in any one shot. But this changed the game, one of the bad guys was female. Now Garcia had to put a name to the little b-, not nice person.

It had been roughly two hours that JJ had been kept alone before the door screeched open. A rather nondescript older woman entered the mildew coated space. JJ didn’t blink, but waited for an opening.

“Ah, Agent Jareau.” The woman started, a slight accent to her voice. “I am terribly sorry that you are here, I was expecting the prodigious Dr. Reid to be along side the distracting Dr. Y/L/N.”

“What are you going to do with me, then?” JJ asked, controlling the building rage.

“We are going to trade you for the doctor, of course.” The woman smiled, mildly amused.

“That’s not going to happen, lady.” JJ countered. “There is no way Hotch is letting Spence just walk in to your trap. Stop with the little games.”

“I think you’ll find that when it comes to Y/N Y/L/N, there is little Dr. Reid wouldn’t do.” The woman teased, “Besides, you are a mother after all, a gentleman like “Spence” wouldn’t let you put yourself in danger.” Her cold eyes bore patronizingly back into JJ’s blue stare.

JJ had nothing more to say. The woman backed out the door from which she came. JJ cursed through her breath as the door was locked with a heavy clunk.

You thought you had heard voices from the room that shared your windowless wall. You pressed your ear to the cool drywall, straining to hear something. Any information would be welcome at this point. Suddenly there was a loud thud and locking sound. You continued to pace, though the temperature of the wall had soothed your bruised face. Who had hit you?

Thoughts of Thetis’ supplication to Zeus to protect her son ran through your mind. Who would be pleading for you in here? You had to get out of this on your own now, not drag anyone else down with you. You hoped JJ was alright, remembering her little boy back in Virginia. The spin-tingling sound of iron against it self caused you to freeze. The large door opened and suddenly SHE was there.

It's funny how we dream of better days One day you've just got to let that train Take you away

“But, just think about all of the factors that led to Eric Harris and Dylan Klebold to planning and executing the attack. I find it fascinating,” Spencer explained. “Plus, I am focusing on Chemistry graduate courses too. So this fall I will no longer be working with your dad.”

“Okay, slow down,” You interrupted over the torrential downpour that had you and Spencer trapped in your Volkswagen. “Columbine is a tragedy, not a field of study. And secondly, what?!” You pushed Spencer’s bony shoulder playfully. “Am I going to see you next summer or will you have to find another professor’s daughter to seduce?” You added heavily.

Spencer’s brown eyes watched you. His lips pursed in concern. “Y/N/N,” he began, “I am not leaving you, just your dad’s department. Besides, if anyone is leaving, it’s you!” He grinned suddenly, “After seducing me!”

He grabbed your sides, tickling you. You shrieked as the laughter rippled through you. Over the past two weeks Spencer and you had become inseparable; creating both an intoxicating rush and a warm contentment you had not felt before.

You decided how to free yourself from this blissful torture. So you licked your forefinger and jammed it into Spencer’s ear. “Wet Willy!” Spencer immediately released you, rubbing the uncomfortable sensation from his ear.

“Gross! Y/N Y/L/N, that was not fair!”

You ruffled his growing locks, “Don’t be a baby, Spencer Reid!” He pouted, his delicious bottom lip protruding ever so slightly. Again, you knew just what to do. You started by kissing the ear you had violated. Then its twin. Slowly you made your way inward on his face, kissing in pairs. By the time you caught his soft mouth he was smirking devilishly at you. You were so winning this one. It was just too bad you were stuck in the back seat with your adorable boyfriend in a storm.

After a morale-crushing conversation with Will, Spencer huddled with Morgan and Hotch. The leader had just ended a call with Garcia.

“Morgan, you head back to the conference room, that will be our base for the rest of the day. Detective Chang’s men have the scene secure now. Reid, come with me to the Security Center, we need to get to the bottom of this once and for all.”

On the elevator ride, Spencer’s mind was reciting the obvious yet obtuse poem the unsub had left for them. “Hotch, I think the unsub needs both Y/N and I for something.”

“Wants, Reid, they want you for something. If that is the case, that’s good news,” Hotch suggested. “That means that Dr. Y/L/N is still alive. But JJ is missing as well. Right now we need to work the profile, figure out the next step without losing anymore members of the team.” Hotch held Spencer’s alarmed gaze, knowingly.

Spencer was not playing this safe. “Hotch, if the unsub wants me. If it’s a trade they want, no question: I. am. going. Henry needs JJ, Hotch.”

The older man watched his resident genius, who held so much regard for each and every member of their team. “Let’s not let it get that far, Reid. Let’s bring them back.”

Prentiss and Rossi met the two brooding men in the lobby. They fell in line as they walked behind the concierge desk, following a small hall to a kiosk of rotating images on multiple monitors. The desk had three different phones atop it, one office chair and no guard. It was completely abandoned.

On the bottom two screens was consistent streaming of two underground rooms. One holding JJ, who appeared completely normal and alone. As they registered her, the team let out a collective sigh of relief. In the other monitor was Y/N, her face swollen from blunt force. “Oh no!,” Emily gasped at the visual.

Y/N appeared to be talking to someone, but they were off camera. Spencer collapsed into the swiveling chair, pulling at his hair in desperation. He held a single finger up, tracing the outline of Y/N’s battered face.

“Garcia,” Hotch was on it, “I need you tracing the live hotel security footage, now. Where is camera A16 and camera A17 feeding from?”

Part 8

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