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Old Friends 6

Warning: Torture and attempted rape, take care of yourselves if you have problems reading!

Fluff/Angst

I also used google translate for Russian since I do not speak Russian, if you can imagine.

Reader gets kidnapped, and the team fears it may be too late.

Enjoy! Chapter 6: We were all eating lunch in the break room when Morgan looked at me with a smile.

“YLN, you knew Spencer pretty well in college, yes?”

“Um, yeah. I would say so.” I said with a giggle.

“Got any stories?”

Spencer groaned. “No, please.”

I laughed. “Um, well... Spencer would always correct the professor. No matter what. On one class day, the professor couldn’t take it anymore. She said ‘Mr. Reid, if you cannot handle a small mistake in my grammar, then you can teach the class!’ And guess what he did?”

“Teach the class?” Morgan was almost dying of laughter.

“Bingo. So a tall, lanky sixteen year old stood by the board and taught everyone for 45 minutes until the class ended. And not only that, he also said ‘Actually Professor, it’s Dr. Reid.”

“I can’t say this story surprises me,” JJ said in between giggles.

“She was teaching the lesson incorrectly! I was doing her a favor,” Spencer exclaimed.

“Whatever you say, pretty boy,” Morgan teased.

My phone buzzed, and my heart started pounding when I saw the caller.

“Um, I have to go really fast... it’s um... I gotta go.” I quickly got up from the table and stood by myself in the bullpen.

“Barry, why are you calling me?” I asked. “I’m not on the surveillance job anymore.”

“We need you right now.” Barry’s deep voice sounded distressed. “Lia and Frankie are dead, and Gretchen just went missing.”

The breath caught in my throat. “Is there the same signature?”

“They were both branded as victims of the Russian Mob in New York City.”

“Do we know where the lap dogs are? If anyone knows what happened to Lia and Frankie, it’s those thugs.”

“We know where they’re holed up, a run down apartment on Lower East side.” Barry paused. “No one knows these guys better than you, YFN. We need you to work your magic. And YFN?”

“Yes?”

“Bring your team. We need all the help we can get.” Barry hung up, and my chest started tightening.

I looked up the stairs. “Hotch!”

---

“Are you sure your former team leader is alright with you bringing us in?” Hotch eyed me questioningly. “You said your old assignment was codeword-classified.”

“It was, but after the new circumstances, Barry gave me the green light to bring you guys in. If you want to,” I added. “I know it’s not a formal case, but I’m going to work it on my own either way. I’m by no means demanding your help.”

“We’ll help you,” Hotch reassured. “We are a family, and you are a part of that family.”

---

“Five years ago, when I had just turned 24, I was assigned a CIA job to conduct surveillance on members of the Russian Mob.” The team stared at me, completely dumbstruck. “I lived and worked from a small, run down apartment down the hall from a foxhole for the Russian Mob. I recorded, analyzed, and reported all their movements.”

Morgan furrowed his eyebrows. “For how long?”

“Three and a half years. These thugs that I lived down the hall from were involved in anything from small drug deals to human trafficking to illegal weapons distribution.” I remembered the small apartment that smelled of stale beer. “No one knows these guys better than I do.”

“Why were you taken off the job?” JJ asked.

“I wasn’t taken off the job. I requested a transfer six months before I left the surveillance apartment. My friend, Lia Morales... she took over the assignment after I left.” I paused for a moment. “She was tortured, murdered and dumped in the Lower East side three weeks ago. My other team member, Frank Castellan, was murdered in the exact same fashion one week ago. Gretchen Ryan, the only other one that knew about the operation bedsides Barry and I, went missing yesterday.”

“Do we have jurisdiction?” Spencer asked.

“Yes, they were federal agents and we are a branch of the Bureau. Let’s take a trip to New York City.” Hotch grabbed the case file and hurried out the door. “Wheels up in 30.”

“We’re meeting my former team leader, Barry Lesley, at the field office.” I called out as I followed closely behind Hotch.

---

Barry looked exactly the same as he did five years ago. Tall, bald, bulging muscles and a large sense of superiority. He went straight into business as he’s always done.

“No time for introductions, YLN I want you positioned nearby the new foxhole for surveillance.” I tried to ignore the way my heart sank at the thought of going back to a tiny apartment like the one I stayed in for three and a half years. “I want the rest of the team focusing on our known group of thugs that do the Mob’s dirty work here at the field office. Everyone got it?”

Everyone got it, but I could see on a few faces looks of irritation and confusion. They weren’t used to Barry’s take charge action, even compared to Hotch.

As we were getting supplies for the surveillance house, Hotch approached me. “YLN, I want you to take someone with you to the surveillance house. If they’re targeting your old team, that means you’re on the list too.”

“Hotch, I left the team before the assignment was blown. They don’t know about me.” I explained.

“Even so, take someone with you.”

I looked up at Spencer. “Wanna join me?”

“Of course. Anything.”

---

The new apartment I’m staying in was even smaller than the last one. The recording gear was scattered on the bed, ready for use.

“So, this was your life for three and a half years?” Spencer asked me.

I let out a bitter laugh as we set up the audio. “Yeah, the only thing that kept me here so long was that I knew I was saving lives.”

“How did you stay sane?”

The question surprised me, then I realized it actually was valid. How did I stay sane? “I didn’t focus on myself. All of my attention was on the people down the hall. Whenever I would hear them talk about ‘packages’ I knew I had to warn somebody.”

Spencer furrowed his eyebrows. “Sounds lonely.”

“You have no idea.”

The recorder picked something up. They were speaking in Russian. “Kogda nam ponadobitsya sleduyuschiy pikap?” When are we needed for the next pick up?

“That’s Tevon. He’s almost 30 and he was once on trial for a possible gang related double homicide in Russia six years ago,” I explained to Spencer.

“pozzhe segodnya vecherom boss khochet, chtoby my vzyali dopolnitel'noye vremya s novym paketom.” Later tonight. The boss wants us to take extra time with the new package.

“That’s Eugene. He’s the oldest, and seems to call a lot of the shots in the foxhole. The Boss we haven’t gotten to yet, so we don’t know who he is, but something strange happened a few months before I left the assignment.”

“What happened?”

“Someone shot the old Boss in the head and took his role. By the way these thugs talk about him, they like this new boss a lot better.”

One of the guys got a phone call. “Kakaya? O chem ty govorish'?” What? What are you talking about? “Federaly? Ostavaytes' na linii.” The feds? Hold on.

“This is not good,” I whispered.

All of a sudden the surveillance audio cut out. “Has that ever happened before?” Spencer asked.

“No, never.”

Spencer raced towards the door, and right when he was in front of it, the door opened, and a fist collided with Spencer’s face.

I reached for my gun, but then I remembered that I didn’t bring it. This surveillance job was only supposed to be undercover, so why would I need a weapon?

They knocked Spencer to the ground, and looked over at me. “Tak chto eto krasivaya devushka, kotoraya smotrit na nas.” So this is the pretty girl that’s been watching us. By the voice I could tell it was Eugene.

The three men rushed at me, and I felt one of them jam a needle in my neck before my knees buckled.

---

The first thing I felt was the pain in my arms when I woke up. They were chained above my head, and by the numbness, have been there for a while.

The darkness of the chamber I was in still seemed to cast shadows across the faces of my captors. The biggest, Eugene, was sitting in an old wooden chair, watching me with a smile. The youngest, Igor, was asleep on an old ratty couch in the corner. Tevon was nowhere to be found.

“Hey Boss, she’s awake.” Eugene called out in English.

“Good. Now we can get started.”

The voice made me catch my breath in my throat. It didn’t have any kind of Russian accent, but that wasn’t the first thing I noticed.

A fistful of my hair was yanked backwards, and with my head tilted back, I could see into the eyes of the Boss.

Barry.

“You son of a bitch.” I whispered. “You killed Gretchen, didn’t you?”

With his other hand, he traced a line down the center of my throat.

“Yes I did. Are you going to be a good girl for me, YFN?” He whispered, his breath hot in my ear.

When I didn’t answer, he let go of my hair and fully faced me.

His knuckles collided with my jaw, and he leaned in close to my face once I recovered. “Answer the question. Are you going to be a good girl?”

I licked the blood off my lip and spat in his face. “Never.”

Barry just gave me a sick smile, and wiped the blood and saliva off his cheek. “Good. This will be a lot more fun then.”

---

Spencer’s POV

How could she be gone? She was right there and then she wasn’t. I started panicking as the team arrived at the apartment.

“Reid, how many guys were there?” Hotch asked.

“Three guys, one named Eugene, one named Tevon, and I don’t know the last one.”

“I’ll call Garcia to dig up dirt on these guys.” Morgan grabbed his phone and took a few steps away.

“How could they know we were here? Nobody knew about this assignment except for us and-“ Spencer stopped. “Barry Lesley. Where is he?”

Prentiss’s jaw drops. “He said he was going to meet with some contacts a few hours ago but he never came back.”

“We have to find him.” Hotch seemed to age almost ten years older in this moment.

“And when we do, we’ll make him pay for messing with our family.” Rossi added.

---

Reader’s POV

They didn’t even ask me any questions. Barry and Eugene hit me with relentless force for what seemed to be no reason at all.

“Do you want some more?” Barry screamed in my face. Tears dripped down my cheeks and I could feel my broken ribs, but not once did I beg them to stop.

“I’ve figured you out, Barry.” My hoarse voice croaked. “Before I left the assignment, they were looking to me to replace you, weren’t they? You were going to be either demoted or fired, so when I quit the assignment, you got to stay.”

“Shut up!” Barry shouted, and he landed a firm punch to my stomach.

I gasped for air as I continued. “But you never... forgot that a 27 year old woman... was about to take... your job. That’s the reason you... became the Boss... so you could feel any sense of power... that I had taken away from you.”

Barry didn’t raise his fist like I thought he would. Instead he snapped one of his fingers, and Igor handed him a serrated knife. “Maybe you’re profiling me... but that won’t do you any good here.” He didn’t smile, he just walked forward slowly.

Suddenly my arms, which had long gone numb, were yanked upwards. I was pulled off my knees to where I could barely touch the ground with my toes.

Barry wrapped his free hand behind me on my lower back. “You’re going to love this... profiler.”

---

Spencer’s POV

Spencer had never heard Garcia type so fast as she did right now.

“Okay, so the Russian thugs don’t own any property in the US, but Barry Lesley definitely does. He comes from an old New York money family, so he has four properties littered all around the state.”

“Narrow that down to isolated buildings.” Hotch called out to the phone. Spencer was starting to panic. He didn’t even get to tell her...

“Two properties.”

“Barry knows the geographic profile of the comfort zone. If he took YFN to one of those properties, it would be out of his comfort zone as a forensic countermeasure.” Spencer thought about YFN alone in a dirty basement somewhere. “What properties are outside of the comfort zone?”

“Oh my god, there’s only one! Sending it to your phones now. Please go save our friend!”

---

Reader’s POV

The knife was so, so much worse than fists.

Barry had ripped off my shirt, leaving me in my bra and pants. He trailed the knife along my stomach, leaving a line of blood behind.

The sticky feel of blood on my skin made me want to pass out. Barry suddenly pressed the knife down harder, making me scream. When he pulled away, he had a smile.

“Please...” I whispered without thinking.

“What was that?”

My eyesight was blurred in my tears. “Nothing… it was nothing.”

He laughed, and reached for his belt buckle. “I’ve been thinking about this for years.”

I squeezed my eyes shut as he lowered his pants and stalked towards me. I bit my lip as he hooked his fingers into my waistband and pulled them downwards. I did anything I could to take myself out of this moment.

“Have you seen the article explaining how Pi could be a rational number?” Spencer’s wide eyes looked so excited. “It’s totally preposterous, but still an interesting article.”

Rough hands gripping my hips.

“YFN, what did you want to be growing up? I wanted to be a cowboy at first, but then after everything with my mom, I decided I wanted to cure schizophrenia instead.”

Hot breath in my ear. The rancid smell of cigarettes.

“I love you, YFN. I want you to be more than just my friend.”

The maniacal laughter echoing in the dark basement.

“Hey, um, sorry for the late call. I just wanted to let you know that I’m... struggling. Without you. A case... was more difficult than usual. I’m afraid that I’ll be hooked on something forever, and I can’t walk away from it.”

People shouting upstairs. A door being kicked in. The sound of a gunshot.

“You’re the strongest person I’ve ever met.”

A knife being plunged into my stomach. Another gunshot.

“I need a medic in here!” I was let down to the ground, rolling on my back.

Familiar coffee brown eyes looked down at me and warm hands covered the wound on my stomach.

“Spencer...can’t breathe...” I coughed, blood spilling over my chin.

“Hey, I’ve got you.”

---

When I woke up, I could feel the pain that flooded my body. I could feel every broken rib and the deep stab wound in my stomach. I was alone in an unfamiliar room, and my heart started pounding in my chest.

Are you going to be a good little girl?

“Stop,” I whispered, squeezing my eyes shut again.

This will be a lot more fun then.

“Shut up,” I said louder.

That won’t do you any good here.

“I said, shut up!” The words ripped from my mouth, along with other shouts and screams. I could still hear him, his hot breath whispering in my ear. All I could think of was the feeling of his knuckles against my jaw, his rough hands gripping my hips. And all I knew was that I had to get out of here.

And then I was running, more like stumbling, into the bright hallway as people in scrubs and coats tried to catch me from falling.

A man appeared in front of me in a dark red cardigan and black tie. He was saying something. I stopped running, and sank against the wall. The man’s voice seemed to be underwater.

“Remember that time in college? We were seventeen and I was too afraid to talk to you?” Spencer. He had knelt down in front of me, his hands cradling my head.

“... I got two cups of coffee from the coffee shop... and placed one in front of you in the library.” My voice didn’t sound like mine, as if it was coming from someone else. “I had said...’Coffee is a language in itself.’ You said ‘Jackie Chan.’”

“You don’t have to fight anymore, YFN.” Spencer let go of my face and held my hands.

Cold chains tugging my wrists above my head. I could see the bruises the metal cuffs left.

I didn’t realize I had started shouting and fighting again until a needle was in my arm, and I could feel someone catch me as I fell.

---

I woke up in a foggy state of mind. Dimmed fluorescent lights hurt my eyes, and I didn’t feel any pain. A beeping noise filled my ears.

The warm hand covering mine kept me from panicking.

“Hey.” Spencer’s eyes were puffy, and his dark bags sinked downwards.

“Is this a hospital?” I croaked out softly.

“Yes,” Spencer said. “You held on.”

“Where’s the team?”

“In the waiting room. Do you want to see them?”

I shook my head no. “My brain feels like it’s full of cotton balls... and my throat hurts.”

Spencer gave me a sad smile. “Just get some rest.”

“Is that because I was screaming so much?”

He didn’t answer.

“Answer me, Spencer.”

His eyes looked down at the floor. “Yeah... you were really scared when you first woke up.”

That’s when I remembered everything. “Please don’t leave.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it, my dear.” Spencer gave me a weak smile.

That was a line from one of my favorite books. “You’re cute,” I mumbled as I closed my eyes and drifted off.

“You’re beautiful.”

---

The team came and saw me after I woke up again. Hotch, Rossi, Morgan, Prentiss, JJ, even Garcia flew in from Quantico. And of course Spencer. “Thank you... for saving me.”

“Don’t mention it. You’ve saved the day so many times you finally let us have a turn.” Rossi had a twinkle in his eyes that I could swear looked like tears.

Hotch cleared his throat. “You’re going to be on medical leave for a while, but the doctor said no lasting damage had been done.”

At least not physically. I could tell that’s what everyone was thinking. My eyes found Spencer’s.

“Um, we’ll leave you two alone.” Morgan said, and the team shuffled out, leaving me with Spencer.

“How long have I been here?” I asked.

“We found you yesterday, so you’ve been unconscious for about 24 hours.” He walked forward and stood by my bedside table.

“How bad is it?” I whispered.

He seemed reluctant to tell me. “YFN-“

“Tell me.”

He took a deep breath. “Four broken ribs, a collapsed lung, dozens of small wounds all over your body... and a deep stab wound to the stomach.”

“Did he-”

“No. He didn’t.”

I looked at Spencer with sad eyes. “But he tried to.”

We were quiet for a while, and Spencer sat at the edge of my bed.

“I trusted him.” I finally said. “I trusted him and he...” he killed three of my friends to get to me.

“It’s okay to cry.” Spencer said softly. But I couldn’t.

“Spencer,” I started. “I don’t think I’m going to be the same person I was going into this case.”

“I know. And I’ll be here with you every step of the way.”

I closed my eyes. “I’m so tired...”

“Go to sleep. You’ve earned it.”

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