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Off The Deep End

Warnings: kidnapping, violence, pregnancy, sadness

“Isn’t she a beauty, Griffin?” Ace licks his chapped lips, running a thumb over his knuckles.

“She looks like- what do they say, Boss? A lady in the streets, but a freak in the sheets.” He cackles with his whole belly.

Spencer sat facing the two men, completely helpless. His one arm bound to the chair, and other arm lying limp on his lap. His hand was covered with a dirty rag which was now stained red. His eyes were bloodshot, and still streaming fresh tears every time his wife’s name was mentioned by his kidnappers. His mouth had been gagged for so long, his tongue had gone numb.

Worst of all, the two men never allowed Spencer to get sight of the screen they were watching. A screen that was playing live surveillance of Amelia.

After the little scenario with Spencer’s finger being forcefully amputated, and his ring being stolen from him, Ace had revealed that he had a man watching the dear doctors apartment from a secondary location. He’d had a man watching Spencer and Amelia for nearly three months now.

Just the thought of that had brought bile up to the back of Spencer’s throat (which he quickly regretted, due to the gag in his mouth causing the bile to sting his throat).

“She’s clever.” Ace raises an eyebrow. “But, scared.” Spencer sniffles his snot-leaking nose, and looks up under his tired brows, “She’s kept her curtains drawn this entire time. She has your entire Geek Squad sitting front and center in your living room, and yet, she’s still pacing back and forth between the kitchen and back.” Griffin walks towards Spencer after receiving a nudge from Ace, “It’s almost as if she feels... unsafe in her own home.” Ace smirks.

Griffin takes out Spencer’s rag-gag, causing him to gasp at the sudden intake of oxygen. A dry cough later and Spencer speaks quietly, “Quite the profiler, aren’t you.”

“I don’t blame her, Spencer.” Ace takes a step towards his captive, emphasizing his name, “She has a literal sniper on her head.” Spencer holds his breath. “And, whether she gets her fucking brain blown out within the next 48 hours, is all up to you.”

“You’re a liar.” Spencer replies with a coarse voice, not wanting to believe him. Ace’s eyes darken within seconds, and he clenches his jaw hard. Noticing a slight change in the large mans behavior, Spencer antagonizes him further, “You have no control over anyone or anything in your life, so you’ve turned to blackmailing him,” Spencer tilts his head slightly towards Griffin, wincing to his fresh bruised cheek, “ and kidnapping me. You won't hurt her, Ace." he spits his name like venom in his mouth. "Because, you need this password. And, even you know, that if you hurt a hair on her head-" Spencer's threat is cut short by a punch swinging at his already battered and bruised face.

"DON'T YOU DARE CALL ME A FUCKING LIAR!!" Ace’s voice booms throughout the empty building. Spencer’s mouth is drooling crimson red. Spencer receives another jab, this time at his left eye directly, causing a scream to come out of his mouth. “I have so much power that I can hurt her without ever touching her, you fool! Do not underestimate me,” Ace growls, pointing an accusing finger at his bleeding victim, “because, I swear to you Spencer, by the time I’m done with the two of you, you’ll be giving me the password willingly.” Ace growls grabbing a fistful of the half conscious doctor.

“Do whatever you will with me, please,” Spencer’s voice grows weaker with each word. His eyes can barely stay open as he pleads his captor, “please, don’t hurt her.”

Ace lets go of Spencer. leaving his weak body slump in the chair. “Please, don’t hurt her. Not my Amelia. Please.” Nonsense pleads ramble out of his mouth until a darkness succumbs him.

Back at the apartment, it was early in the day. Although, it didn’t matter much for the team and Amelia, because no one could eat, or sleep, or for that matter, do much of anything.

To be precise, it was three in the morning. JJ and Morgan were in the kitchen trying to fix up something light for the team to eat. Garcia was getting in a quick nap before any new information needed internet seeking. Hotch had gone out to get the team coffee from any café that would be open at the bleak time of night.

Amelia, however was bent over the toilet puking whatever little food she’d eaten earlier that night. Unbeknownst to her, Emily was standing on the other side of the door.

Morning sickness was getting the best of Amelia, and although this should’ve been the happiest of feelings for Amelia, because of the three years it had taken the couple to finally conceive, she couldn’t help but hate every moment of it. She had never gotten to tell Spence the big news. She didn’t get to share this happiness with anyone. She-

“You okay in there?” A knock at the door startled Amelia.

She cleared her throat before speaking, “Yeah, I’m fine.” She sniffled, wiping the tears that had taken place on her cheeks. “Bad Chinese food, that’s all.” She forced a half smile as Emily entered the bathroom.

“You were throwing up before you ate, so it can’t be that.” She tucked her hair behind her ears, and sat on the bathroom floor, beside her friends wife. Amelia lowered her gaze onto her hands in her lap. “JJ’s done this twice already, Amelia. She knew from the moment saw you.”

Amelia looked up, for some reason an odd guilt taking over. “I didn’t want to tell anyone.” She spoke timidly.

Emily watched her softly. She placed a kind hand on her new found friends knee. “I understand, and that’s okay. You don’t owe it to us to tell us everything-” She stopped mid-sentence when she saw Amelia’s shoulders shake as she started bawling.

“No- I, I wanted to, and he would be so happy to tell all of you. You’re his family. And, he’s been waiting for this moment for so long. But,” She hiccupped through a cry, “I can’t tell anyone if he didn’t even get to know.” She started sobbing even harder.

The young lady’s cry attracted JJ into the bathroom, and when she saw her fellow colleague wrap Amelia into a hug, she knelt down on her knees. Emily and JJ spoke no words, but communicated all they needed to through their eyes.

As Amelia calmed down a bit, she took in a shaky deep breath, wiping her tears. Tucking a loose strand of her short brown hair behind her ear, she looked at JJ with watery eyes. “He didn’t know, JJ. I was going to tell him, but I never got a chance.”

The blonde gave her a sympathetic look, almost motherly, “And, that’s alright. He’ll be home before you know it. For now, the best thing to do, is try and take it easy, both for you and the baby. When Spencer gets back home,” JJ holds Amelia’s face in her hands softly, “Emily and I will pretend we don’t know, and you and him can announce it to us. Sound like a plan?” She earns a tiny smile from Amelia.

The three woman fix themselves up slightly, and head into the living room to be greeted by a very frustrated Penelope. Morgan stood behind her, peering over her shoulder, snacking on some crackers.

“Sugar, I don’t by any means mean to sound rude, and you know I love you and Spencer, but, Love,” Penelope starts typing furiously, just to stop and glare at Amelia from the tops of her glasses, “your internet is so slow. How do you get any work done? I can’t even get my laptop connected to a hotspot, nothing is working!” She exclaims, placing her computer next to her on the couch she sat upon.

Amelia apologizes, “Yeah, I know, sorry. It’s been bothering us for a few months now. Spencer never really uses the internet, so he wasn’t seeing the problem. I, however, do.” She sits on the floor next to Garcia’s feet, and takes the computer off the couch and onto her lap. ”For some reason, the hotspot on my phone connects pretty well, so I think that might work.” With a few clicks and clacks, she hands the laptop back to the eccentric woman who was once frustrated, now just confused.

“I- I just tried, I tried that- but-,” She stammers, but a very humorous Morgan hushes her as he pats her head and walks away.

On cue, Aaron walks in with two trays of 5 hot, and one cold (Amelia’s), coffees. Hotch passes everyone’s designated drinks around, and as the team slowly starts to ingest the heavenly caffeine, Derek starts pacing the floor, speaking aloud. “So, just a refresher. Spencer is gone, and all we have right now is the it’s a two or more person job,” he takes a loud slurp of his coffee, “he’s down one finger,” Amelia winces at the mere mention of the previous memory, “and…?”

The team stares at each other blankly. They had no other information. He was kidnapped, he was hurt, but that’s all the information they had. They didn’t know who was doing this, they didn’t know where he was being held captive. And, although Aaron had a slight idea as to why he might have been taken, he wasn’t about to disclose this information until he had further proof that that was exactly why this was happening.

Derek walks to the windows and starts to mess with curtain. Opening and closing and just peering over the city lights. Amelia watched him with slight gloom in her eyes.

She fell back into a daydream of the couple sitting by the window one warm July evening. Fireworks were taking upon the Summer sky, and it was just about to get dark. “You know, my parents anniversary is on July fourth.” Amelia had said. “On independence day?” Spencer sipped at his cold drink.

She hummed in agreeance, “It was always a fun day for the family. We would a have a small barbeque, and my siblings and would gift them something, and then a then, as the night took over, we would go for a drive to the beach and watch the fireworks from there.” Amelia reminisced with her husband.

Spencer watched her eyes glisten as she watched outside. The perfect golden hour sun hit her skin beautifully and he smiled as she gave him her classic toothy child-like grin. “Do you think we’ll have any family traditions like that?” He asked, tucking a hair behind her ear and giving a soft kiss on her cheek.

“I would like to,” she smiled leaning into him, “you know, something the kids can grow up looking forward to every year. But,” she gave him a nudge, “I think we have some time before we start thinking of family traditions.” She laughed.

“Well, you never know, Buttercup.” He stood, taking her hand in his as he got up. She giggled at her favorite nickname, “Our little one could enter our lives at any moment.” He tapped her nose, her scrunching it in response. He pulled her close by the waist and twirled her.

The couples laughter and giggles filled the apartment. Amelia and Spencer spent the rest of the night dancing to music only the two could hear. They started making up more silly family things, like going out to get breakfast together every Sunday. Or, how if they had a girl, Spencer could teach her how to her hair and Amelia could teach their son how to play basketball (just for the laughs).

Amelia’s daydream was called to a halt as Garcia started bickering with Morgan because his messing with the blinds was messing with the internet she barely had a hold of. She was cruelly reminded that her once lively home was now a silent hell.

She zoned out all the team members in her living room as she pulled her knees up to her chest. She buried her head in her knees, and went back to her thoughts. Letting silent tears roll down her cheeks, she went back to thinking of her husband. At least, in her daydream Spencer was safe. He was smiling, and laughing, and the two were happy.

Spencer was awoken abruptly by water splashing on his face. He panicked for a split second, forgetting the circumstances he was tied up in (quite literally).

“It’s show time, Dr. Reid.” Ace grinned ear to ear.

Spencer was disoriented for a moment. His body ached, and his left eye was swollen shut. Hair was sweaty and matted to his forehead, and his hand which was minus a finger was beginning to show (or rather feel, because it was still wrapped in a dirty rag) signs of an infection.

Breathing labored, he managed to croak out when he noticed Griffin set up a camera a few feet in front of him. “Another picture already?” He swallowed dryly.

“Something of the sort.” Griffin snickered from behind the camera. “We’re ready, Boss.”

Ace grabbed Spencer roughly by the jaw and forced him to look up at him. “This is a chance to give us what we want, Spencer.”

Spencer jerked his chin hard but failed to be free of Ace’s steel grip. “Go to hell.” He spat.

Ace squeezed his finger tight, pursing Spencer’s lips. Getting close to the doctors face, he growled in a low voice, “This, Spencer, is how I am going to hurt your dear Amelia, without even touching her.” He smirked. “And, best of all, you’ll be the cause of it all.”

“You are going to say what ever heartfelt bullshit you have for your little lady, anything you want,” Ace explained, letting go of Spencer, and stepping behind the camera with Griffin. “But, the minute you mention anything regarding the two of us, I will slit your throat and have your wife watch you bleed to death.” Spencer stared at the two men in front of him silently. He sees Griffin press a button, and a small green light starts flashing. “Whenever your ready, Spencie.” Ace chuckles the nickname.

Spencer swallowed hard, trying his best to think clearly. “Amelia,” he starts, trying to play strong. He fails, the mere mention of her name causing his bottom lip to quiver. “I am so sorry, Sweetheart. I didn’t mean for any of this to happen, and I would never have hoped you would be involved in this also.” He tried looking straight at the camera, but his swollen eye stung, causing him to look down onto his lap. “We’ll figure this out, Buttercup.” He says her nickname with all the love he has for her. “Just you and me, against the world.” He smiles small to himself imagining her.

“And, Amelia, I promise you,” he swallowed hard, looking back up once again, “once I get out of here, you and me, we’ll go on that date to Griffith Park observatory you’ve always wanted to go to. But, maybe we’ll skip the ending, I don’t like the end of the observatory.” Spencer began rambling, hoping he was making some sense without putting off his captors. “And, then, maybe we could watch a movie. Like, that one Jim Carrey film. What was it? Something, Ventura? It was top class acting, I know you said that.” Spencer held desperate eye contact with the lens in front of him.

“Please, Amelia.” He didn’t even know what he was pleading her for. “I love you.”

“Hey, Lover Boy!” Ace’s voice snaps Spencer’s attention. He walks slightly closer to him, keeping his back to the camera, “Would you like to give us the password now?”

Spencer knew what the game plan was now. He either give up the password or get beaten to a pulp on camera. That footage would be sent to Amelia, and Spencer couldn’t put her through that. The password was top secret. But, the girl never killed a fly. She cries at every Disney movie. She has a heart of gold and-

A punch straight to the gut knocks the wind out of Spencer, “Couldn’t hear you, dear,” Ace chuckles, cracking his knuckles, “speak up for me.” When Spencer doesn’t reply, Ace delivers another punch to the chest.

“Please stop.” Spencer pleaded, spitting blood.

“You know what I want. Give it to me, and I’ll stop.” Ace watched Spencer. When Spencer turned away, Ace walks back towards Griffin grabbing a metal rod.

Spencer squeezes his eyes shut. He was trusted with the password by all of the BAU. He couldn’t just break trust like that. But, at the same time, pictures of Amelia flood through Spencer’s mind. Spencer and Amelia laughing, and kissing and dancing. Future imaginations of Amelia pregnant and the two growing a family and a future.

He opens his eyes to see Ace swinging the metal rod back, ready to swing. Just in time, Spencer musters up the last of his strength to scream out, “I’ll tell you!” Just something to keep me alive for my Amelia. My team will find you soon. he thinks to himself.

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