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The police station seemed to be almost buzzing with life. Spencer wrapped his arms around his waist as he stared at the map taped to the board in front of him. Behind him he could hear the others rushing in and out of the room, scrambling to come up with something, anything, that could help them. Thirty minutes had gone by since JJ had received her phone call. Thirty terrifying minutes in which no one had been able to find out a damn thing.
JJ and Dave had left to go to the babysitter’s house and try to find out as much information as possible. Garcia was set up with her computer, trying to see if she could access any cameras from anywhere near the babysitter’s house to see if she could find an image of whatever vehicle Master would be driving. If they could find that, they might be able to track him that way.
Aaron was coordinating with the local officers, trying to get together groups to send out to different locations that Spencer had pinpointed. Emily was with him, prepared to go out to wherever she was assigned, ready to bring Henry back home.
That left Spencer and Morgan in the conference room. Morgan had taped Spencer’s map up for him on a board so that the younger man could re-analyze everything. Taking Henry changed the parameters of things. Spencer knew the implications. He knew what this meant and he knew what could happen. The others might not have been willing to think that far ahead, but Spencer had. He’d heard Aaron and Emily quietly discussing the possibility that Master had taken Henry as payback. That he would call and tell them that he’d make a trade. Or that he might hurt the child to get back at them for taking Spencer from him.
Spencer knew what would happen. Master wouldn’t hurt Henry—there would be no joy in it for him. He wasn’t fond of children. No, he would use him as a bartering tool. And anyone who knew Spencer knew that it would work.
If he could just think hard enough, fast enough, maybe he could get ahead of Master in this. Maybe he could figure out where he would go. Where was somewhere that he would feel safe enough to hold Henry while he planned what to do next?
The noise of the station didn’t bother Spencer anymore. People coming in and out of the conference room didn’t disturb him. Nothing was breaking through his concentration. There was no time for fear to grip him. No time to panic about what would happen to Henry or to himself. He had to be clear headed and he had to figure this out. A small child’s life depended on him. His Godson depended on him. He would not fail at this.
A hand on his shoulder broke into his thoughts, pulling him out just enough to turn his head so he could look at Morgan. The older man sighed softly. “Pretty boy, you look almost dead on your feet. Why don’t you sit down while you work?” he suggested. Morgan knew better than to suggest he take a break. None of them would take a break until Henry was found. But he was protective enough of Spencer to try and take care of him, even now. It made the love in Spencer’s heart grow a little more.
“Do…do you think you could go get me some coffee? Not this stupid station swill?” Spencer asked almost shyly. He didn’t really want the coffee but he couldn’t think of any other way to get Morgan to leave him alone for a while. It wasn’t that he didn’t want Morgan with him; he did! But Morgan was the only one that could break through Spencer’s concentration right then. He was the one person that Spencer couldn’t block out. Right now, he needed to think more than anything else. This meant he needed to be alone. Not only that, but he could see that Morgan needed to be moving. He needed to do something other than sit there and watch Spencer. He was a man of action, not one prone to sitting and waiting. This would at least give him something to do.
Surprise lit Morgan’s eyes. Seeing it, Spencer tried to modulate his words, needing Morgan to listen to him. “I’ll be safe here, Morgan. I will. The station is full of police and Garcia will still be around if I…well, if I can’t keep calm. I’ll be fine for the short time it takes you to run to the coffee shop and back. I promise. Please?”
Morgan’s hand rubbed briefly at his shoulder. “Ok, pretty boy.” He said finally. “I’ll get coffee and give you your space. Did you actually want me to bring you one back?”
Surprised, Spencer looked into Morgan’s eyes, his eyebrows rising up. Then everything melted underneath a small smile. Had he really thought he’d be able to fool Morgan? There was no one in his life who understood him better. Love swelled up in Spencer, giving him the courage to lift his hand and lay it over Morgan’s heart. “A small one.” He said softly. “And thanks, Morgan. For understanding.”
The older man smiled back at him before turning and heading out of the room, leaving Spencer to his thoughts. That little moment of levity had been enough to help Spencer relax his mind once more. His brain wasn’t scrambling as hard anymore. Hopefully it would make it a little easier for him to think.
Just as he turned back to the map and tried to start again, something else interrupted him.
“Dr. Reid?” A shy looking officer stepped into the conference room, calling out to him as she wrung her hands nervously. When he turned to look at her he saw that she looked like she was scared to approach him. That didn’t surprise him, really. The cops here probably all knew his history; the injuries he’d inflicted when he was rescued was most likely fresh in their minds still. None of them would want a repeat performance of that. He chewed on his lip and tried to keep himself calm as he said “Yes?”
“You have a phone call on line two.”
A phone call? Who on earth would be calling him? For a moment he considered just ignoring it. There was no one he wanted to talk to right now. But, looking out to the main part of the station, he realized that JJ and Dave were still gone. Maybe it was one of them. Maybe they had some news for him. So he nodded at the officer and moved over to pick up the phone. “Hello?” What came next sent chills down his spine.
“About time you got here, boy.”
Oh God, oh God, oh God. Words dried up in his throat. This was what he’d been waiting for. This was what he’d known was coming. It’s too soon! I didn’t have enough time!
“I want you to listen and listen well, boy. Use that big brain of yours and don’t you dare miss a detail of what I’m about to tell you. While on this phone, you answer me with ‘yes sir’ or ‘no sir’, are we clear?”
The response was automatic. “Yes Sir.” Shame curled low in his gut. Thank God the officer was gone and no one else was in the conference room. No one would have seen the panic on his face or hear him talking this way. His friends would have figured it out in an instant.
“Good. Now, I’ve worked too damn hard to get the hell away from them all to let you fuck things up for me. Those bastards have broken your training to hell, I know that. So, to be careful, I brought a little insurance to me. With this insurance here, you’re going to do exactly as I tell you.”
He wanted to demand that Master let Henry go, but he couldn’t force himself to speak beyond the terror. He couldn’t make himself disobey the order he’d been given. It was terrifying, how quickly the boy in him came out.
A chuckle filled his ear. “Good. You still know how to listen. For that, you get a reward. That’s being a good boy. Now…” The phone shifted, Master’s voice sounding slightly further away. “…say hello.”
Everything inside of Spencer ached over when he heard the small little voice of his two year old Godson cry out to him “Untle Pen!” The shield Spencer had put over his mind now broke, allowing the terror to leak in. He’d been forcing himself not to think of the fact that Master had Henry; now, he couldn’t keep that control. Thoughts of what he could be doing to that little boy almost sent Spencer to his knees. Nausea curled in his stomach. He knew what was coming, just as he knew there was no way he could stop it from happening. Instantly he locked his body down, shoving the emotions inside so that no one would be able to read a thing on his face. He prayed with all his might that Morgan wouldn’t come back before Spencer had a chance to do what he knew his Master would ask of him.
“Now, boy. I’m going to give you an address. You have thirty minutes to find a way here. No cell phones, no GPS, no other agents. Nothing. Just you. If you lead them to me or bring anyone with you, well, you know what I can do to the boy.”
“Yes, Sir. Anything, Sir.”
Another chuckle came over the line. A moment later he heard his Master rattle off an address. “Thirty minutes, boy.” Then the line went dead.
Terror filled every inch of Spencer. Yet, somehow, his hand was steady as he reached out and set the phone back in the cradle. Almost absently he grabbed a piece of paper and a pen and put them in his pocket. On the inside he was in a complete panic, but on the outside he was calmer than ever. He had thirty minutes. On foot, the distance to the address would take him twenty six, if he moved slowly. Quicker if he ran. That meant he had no more than four minutes to get out of the police station. But how? His friends wouldn’t just let him walk out and not wonder where he’d gone.
His mind snapped over to analytical mode. There was really only one option he could think of. Stepping out of the conference room, he looked over to where Garcia was and waved a second, catching her attention. When she would have walked to him, he shook his head. No, he couldn’t have her come close. Not now. He’d break. Instead, he mouthed the word bathroom and gestured down that direction. She smiled and nodded at him, wearing a look of pride that he was going to go on his own and wasn’t panicking. If she only knew.
Story now set, Spencer turned and headed to the bathroom, praying no one was in there. When he walked in and found it empty, he breathed a sigh of relief. Then he turned and locked the door. It wouldn’t hold them off for long; Morgan would break down the door after a while most likely. That man was always breaking down doors. But it would give him a safe enough head start. From his pocket, Spencer pulled out the paper and pen he’d snagged from the desk. He quickly scrawled a note and set it on the sink where it would be found.
Two of his four minute window to leave was already gone. Spencer wasted no more time. He opened the bathroom window and blessed his small size; it made it easier to slide his small frame outside. The impact of hitting the ground jolted him for a moment, making pain echo through him, but he forced it back. That wasn’t important right now. Henry was important.
That mantra in mind, Spencer Reid took to the trees nearby and started to run.

Fear and anger tangled together inside of Morgan as he made his way back into the police station. He hated feeling this totally helpless. Spencer was in danger, Henry had been taken, and there wasn’t a damn thing he could do right now. Part of him wanted to be going with the teams to search the areas of interest that Spencer had already pointed out. But the bigger part of him wouldn’t let him leave Spencer for that long. Walking to the coffee shop and back had been hard enough. Right now Spencer was in danger and Morgan needed to protect him. He had to.
Absently he scooted around officers and their desks, easily weaving his way through the crowd, well used to being in police stations. He sipped off his own coffee, holding the small cup for Spencer in his other hand. Hopefully he’d given Spencer long enough to collect his thoughts. It had been easy for him to see that Spencer needed some alone time. The ruse of going to fetch coffee had been a weak one. With everything going on, how could he deny Spencer the few minutes to himself to think and to organize his thoughts? So many things were happening so quickly that it was hard to keep up with it all without starting to break a little.
Morgan looked toward the conference room as he skirted another desk. When he saw the room was empty, he stopped. Where on earth was Spencer? Automatically he looked for Garcia. If Spencer wasn’t in his quiet room, then Garcia was the most likely person for him to be around. But when Morgan spotted Garcia, he saw that she was alone.
Something akin to panic started to build in Morgan’s stomach. Calm down! Maybe he just went to grab something. Maybe you missed him when you looked over the room for Garcia. Just go ask her. He would have told her where he was going.
Morgan pushed the panic down and made his way toward Garcia. She saw him coming and gave him a weak smile. “Hey, honey.” She called, moving out to meet him.
“Hey.” He replied. “Where’s Spencer?”
For a second Garcia looked confused, her eyes drifting toward the conference room. “He’s not back yet? He let me know he was going to the bathroom a bit ago.” She said. Sighing, she ran a hand over her face, her usual cheerfulness gone. “Poor baby. He’s probably taking a breather. God, Morgan. This has got to be eating him up inside.”
The panic in Morgan’s gut grew even more. Something was wrong. What, he didn’t know. But something was definitely wrong. He didn’t bother tapering down that panic anymore. Every instinct in him was humming. Something was wrong. He didn’t waste any more time. Setting the cups of coffee on the nearest desk, he took off toward the bathroom, not realizing the attention he drew as he did.
When he reached the bathrooms, he tried the handle, only to find the door locked. “Spencer!” he called out, banging his hand on the door. “Open up, kid! Come on.”
There was no answer. The panic grew a little more, blocking out everything but the bathroom door in front of him. Morgan didn’t see any of the people that came up behind him. Aaron, Emily, Garcia. He was too busy banging on the door again, his panic echoing in his voice. “Spencer! Spencer, open this door, now!” he shouted. Any other time he wouldn’t have dared to say anything to Spencer that sounded like an order, but if it got the kid to open the door then Morgan wasn’t going to hesitate to use it now.
Still nothing.
Morgan stepped back, not giving a damn now. He was getting in that bathroom. The panic was almost out of control now. He knew something was wrong. He just knew it! Without a second’s pause, he brought his foot up and slammed it into the door, knocking it open. When he rushed in, everything inside of him seemed to freeze. There was no one in there. No sound whatsoever. If Spencer had been in one of the stalls, he would have made a sound at the door slamming open that way. Still, Morgan made himself check each stall.
It was after the last one that he noticed something. The bathroom window was open. Sweet God.
“Morgan.”
Aaron’s voice broke through, pulling his attention around to face his boss. For the first time Morgan realized that he wasn’t alone. Then he saw the piece of paper in Aaron’s hand. Terrified suddenly, Morgan stepped forward, barely noticing that he was moving. Please, God, no. Please don’t let him do what I think he did. Don’t let him be gone. Please, let him be ok.
With a trembling hand, he reached out and took the paper from Aaron, bringing it over to read.
“Everyone,
I know you’ve figured out by now I’m gone. I’m sorry. I can’t tell you where I’m going. I hope you understand that. He called me and told me where to go. I don’t want to, but he has my Godson. I can’t let him hurt him. I promise you I’ll do everything in my power to get Henry safely home. I hope you understand why I can’t tell you where he told me to go. I can’t risk him finding out you’re coming and hurting Henry. I can take the pain, my Godson shouldn’t have to.
I love you all. I’m so sorry.
Spencer”
The note fluttered to the ground as Morgan spun and darted into one of the stalls. He barely made it inside and to his knees before he was throwing up. His mind could only repeat three words over and over, torturing himself with them. Vincent has Spencer. Vincent has Spencer.
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