Spencer Reid Gambling Fic
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Thanks to Spencer Reid, there’s science involved. This is a gift story based on a prompt that requested a Christmas scene between Hotch, Reid, and Jack. This is a work of fanfiction and as such I do not claim ownership over the characters herein. A Not!Fic An outline including small snippets of a fic where Aaron Hotchner and Spencer Reid bond for show so Jack could have two parents again after Haley passed away, and Spencer could work in peace as an Omega in the FBI without unwanted glances, however over time they’ve fallen in love with each other but neither has it in them to tell the. Girl wonder (Spencer Reid x reader) 20.4K 323 92 (I apologize if this sucks ) (Y/n) is a girl of science and graduated earlier then most she was recruited by non other then the boss her self, Strauss As (y/n) walke.
Sweater Vests and Black Lace: A Spencer Reid Fic Here’s the first chapter of that Season one Reid/Goth Girlfriend fic. Reid couldn’t stop himself from letting out an exasperated sigh as he entered the apartment complex he’d been living in for about three years now.
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Disclaimer: I don’t own Criminal Minds or anything related. Though if you want to send me a check, I’m not gonna say no.
Notes: Morgan lets Reid loose in a Casino. Shenanigans. As a person who often visits the Las Vegas Strip, I had shit loads of fun writing about this. Honest to god, this is an accurate portrayal of Vegas, I am dead serious. Boobs all over the place, it’s actually pretty awesome. Also, all the math is mine, and as it has never been my strong subject, feel free to tell me if my calculations are off.
In comparison to other states, Nevada definitely had liberal laws when it came to vices. Booze and boobs and black jack. Everywhere. Morgan just seen a conglomeration of at least twenty slot machines in a grocery store yesterday. A grocery store. Liquor stores were literally open 24/7 here and almost every other billboard had a scantily clad woman plastered across it. This wasn’t Morgan’s first visit to Sin City, but that didn’t make the sight of gas stations filled with slot machines any less shocking.
So, here he was, in the middle of the Caesars Palace, surrounded by beautiful cocktail waitresses and lit cigarettes. They had wrapped up the case of a serial rapist that was terrorizing the tourist areas earlier this morning and, considering their flight didn’t leave until later tonight and this was Las Vegas, the team had decided to take a break and see the sights. Before he had left to search for a souvenir shop that didn’t have ridiculous prices, Rossi had told Morgan that, under no circumstances, should he let Reid out of his sight.
’The last thing anyone wants is a certifiable genius with an eidetic memory who routinely counts cards and practices sleight of hand, loose at a high price casino.’ Rossi had said sternly, his firm tone undermined slightly by his Meter Margarita. ’Let him rip off the arcades or something.’ Rossi had taken a sip from his Margarita. ’And don’t let him get blacklisted’ He had added as an afterthought.
Morgan had agreed, eager to get his own site seeing done, and left it at that.
Now it was almost two in the afternoon, and Morgan hadn’t seen Reid for almost forty-five minutes. He wasn’t sure when he’d lost track of the younger man, but one minute Morgan had been trying to find his way to food court and the next Reid was nowhere to be found.
Dammit.
Morgan tried to dial Reid’s cell phone again, but after it rang a few times it went to voicemail. He didn’t bother leaving another message, he’d already left three.
The problem with the Las Vegas Strip was that it was literally a collection of dozens of casinos, all right next to each other. Each casino was built with maze like precision, in order to keep the people in them gambling longer. Reid could honestly be anywhere. Presumably winning gross amount of money and surrounded by security cameras.
With a grumble, Morgan hit speed dial and waited.
’Queen of Quantico and Mistress of all things Magical on the Interwebs at your service, how may I pleasure you today?’ Garcia chirped from across the country.
’Hey baby girl.’ Morgan said, smiling despite the fact that Rossi would probably disembowel him in a few short hours.
’How’s Vegas treating you?’ Garcia said happily. ’I want photos of any chiseled, shirtless men you see wandering about.’
Morgan chuckled. ’You got it. I uh, I need you to look something up for me.’
Garcia’s voice changed from cheery to curious to business as usual in three seconds flat. ’I thought you had wrapped up the investigation of the sadistic scum bag already.’
’We did.’ Morgan said quickly, not wanting to freak Garcia out. ’But um.. I’ve lost Reid. In a casino.’
’So?’
’Reid. Unsupervised. In a casino.’ Morgan stressed.
’Ah.. I see where that might be a problem.’ Garcia said. ’He might be busy winning millions of dollars and a new car.’ She laughed slightly. ’Seriously, why is that bad?’
’The last thing we need is him-’ Morgan glanced over his shoulder to see if any security was listening, ’blacklisted. You’ve seen him play poker.’
’Oh.’
’Do you think you can find him?’
’Gimme a second.’ Morgan heard the tale tell sounds of Garcia’s chair rolling across the floor. ’I can hack into the security cameras and locate him that way, but it’ll be tricky and it’ll take a while. Casino owners are notoriously paranoid.’
’I don’t know if that’ll be quick enough. We’re scheduled to go wheels up in a few hours.’ Morgan said. He did not need this drama when he was supposed to be relaxing.
’Do you know what casino he’s in?’ Garcia asked distractedly, typing rapidly. Prism casino $200 no deposit bonus codes 2019.
’No.’
Garcia sighed loudly. ’Baby doll, you do realize that it’ll be next to impossible to find him if you don’t narrow it down a little bit.’
Morgan found Reid about an hour later. He had somehow managed to walk a few blocks down to freaking Mandalay Bay, and was sitting at a poker table with an expression of vague amusement on his face. There were no less than four women in sparkly cocktail dresses standing next to him, all smiling flirtatiously and giggling as Reid calmly pulled a massive pile of poker chips towards him. The other people sitting at the table were wearing expressions that varied from impressed to shock to angry to resigned. The dealer just looking a little befuddled.
’Reid.’ Morgan said, a little irritated and a lot relieved.
’Hi Morgan.’ Reid said, smiling smugly. ’Where’d you run off too?’
’You’re not answering your phone.’ Morgan said, ignoring Reid’s remark. The kid probably knew exactly what Rossi had said to Morgan and had done this on purpose, simply to be contrary.
’It’s on silent, sorry.’ Reid said mildly, not looking sorry at all.
’Listen buddy.’ The voice came from the unhappy looking man with a think southern accent sitting to Reid’s left. ’Why don’t you take your boyfriend and leave? He’s losing me money.’
’I’m out.’ Reid said, standing up and starting to collect his chips.
One of the ladies that had been standing behind Reid asked flirtatiously, ’Are you sure you don’t want to come with my friends and me for a few drinks Dr. Reid?’
’Thanks for the offer, but we’ve got to leave.’ Morgan said shortly, steering Reid away from the table.
Reid laughed as they walked off. ’Rossi is going to be pissed at you.’
’How much money did you win anyway?’ Morgan asked.
’Two hundred thirty thousand and fifty dollars.’ Reid said proudly as they walked to the exchange. ’Though I’ll most likely lose approximately twenty five percent to taxes, which is about fivfty seven thousand, five hundred and twelve dollars and fifty cents.’
Morgan shook his head wonderingly. ’You’re insane.’
’You won how much?’ Prentiss asked incredulously a few hours later when everyone was on the plane.
’Two hundred thirty thousand and fifty dollars.’ Reid said.
’That’s almost a quarter million dollars.’ Rossi said, looking at Morgan pointedly, mardi gra beads from who knows where dangling around his neck.
’Playing poker?’ JJ asked, sounding impressed.
’Poker and Black Jack.’ Reid said, sounding pretty satisfied with himself.
’When where you playing Black Jack?’ Morgan asked, almost afraid of the answer.Spencer Reid Poker Fanfic
’An hour before you showed up. I was at the Bellagio until they asked me very politely to leave.’
Rossi sighed heavily and Hotch raised an eyebrow.
’You better not have gotten black listed Reid.’
’I didn’t!’ Reid said indignantly. ’They just.. escorted me out.’
’You’re a horrible baby sitter Morgan.’
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CHAPTER ONE
I lay on my back, I didn’t know how long I had been here. It could have been days, weeks, months. The man who had taken me had tied me a bed in a dark room with no windows. Every few hours he would allow me to use the bathroom and to eat a small amount of food. For a kidnapper, he was taking quite good care of me. He didn’t hit me, touch me in anyway and I didn’t understand why he had taken me.
From the research I had been doing on serial killers, I discovered that most people abducted are murdered within the first couple of hours and are usually tortured brutally. So why hadn’t this guy killed me yet? Unless It was for a ransom, which he would have demanded already…
Even though I am terrified and I’m unaware of what my fate may be, a part of me still needs and wants to find out why this guy has kidnapped me. I’m just a regular college student, studying criminology and Forensic-Psychology, a normal twenty three year old girl. I have a loving family, who aren’t rich but can afford for more luxuries than most people. None of my family is of high authority like police or anything like that. So why has this man kidnapped me and not murdered me yet?
My parents would have noticed I was gone the second I didn’t come home without telling them that I would be going somewhere. My parents would be worried and have most likely contacted the police right away. It’s not common for a girl to go missing in the suburbs of Chicago and when somebody does, everybody’s looking. So there is a possibility that I will be found before this guy does anything but still, what does he want from me?
I know that there has recently been a case in missing college students who turn up dead weeks after they’ve been abducted found raped and tortured. But those murders took place in California, a few months ago. Why would this guy move to the other side of the country and why hasn’t he done anything to me yet? It has been my dream since I was kid to join the FBI, I always wanted to catch the bad guys. It became even more my ambition when my God mother got recruited for the FBI as a technical analyst for the BAU. I used to love when she visited, showing me her badge and telling me about all the bad guys she and her team had caught. I haven’t seen her in a year or so, I guess she’s just been busy with her job and her life she had forgotten to visit.
But my ‘Aunt’ Penny couldn’t be the reason this man has kidnapped me. Yeah sure, she works for the FBI as a serial killer profiler but that doesn’t mean he knows I’m in any way connected to her, unless he had access to my birth certificate. So far I still don’t have a clue as to why this man has abducted me.
I was beginning to get frustrated with being tied to a bed, I’m the type of person who needs freedom and is not to be kept on a leash I swallowed, maybe I should try and communicate with this guy, figure him out and find out what he wants. “Hello?” I called out, trying my best not to show any fear. If this guy is a sadist, he’ll get off on me being afraid. The door of the room opened and he walked in. He was young, and even though it disgusts me to say it, handsome. He walked with confidence and was most likely a ladies man. “Yes?” he asked, charm lingering around him. This was new, he wasn’t normally this confident.
“Why did you take me?” I asked, trying my best to mask my emotions. If he was going to kill me, I would go down with a fight and I would not, under any circumstances, give him what he wanted. He laughed darkly, “Because pretty girls like you need to be taught a lesson when they tease but don’t give” he said. I looked at him, in shock. I had never saw this man in my whole entire life until he kidnapped me. “ I’ve never met you in my life before this” I told him. He slapped me. “Don’t lie to me, bitch!” he roared. “I see the way you look at me, teasing me, you try to seduce me. But now it’s my turn” he said, his voice getting gentler as he ended. I froze, he was going to rape me. He was going to take the main thing I valued of myself, the one thing that’s supposed to be given to that special someone I marry. My virginity.
He pulled my t-shirt up, and undid the button of my skinny jeans. I screamed and kicked him as hard as I could, there was no way in hell was this guy teaching me. I kicked and I punched, and I knew that I was hurting him. He threw me to the ground, his face red in anger, “Your going to pay for that little bitch!” he roared. He began beating me, kicking me in the face, the stomach, standing on my back. I’m petite and very slim. He was doing a lot of damage to me and although the pain was excruciating I would not cry, I would not give this man any pleasure in what he was doing to me. I would rather die.
After a few hours of beating, he thankfully got bored and left the house, probably to go get drunk. He left me lying on the floor, thinking I was too weak to move. I dragged myself across the floor and over to the old telephone sitting on a musty old table. I grabbed it and dialled my aunt Penny’s number, knowing that the police would not be able to handle this serial situation. She picked up within two rings. “FBI Behavioural Analyst Unit, Technical Analyst Penelope Garcia speaking” she said, with fake professionalism. I knew that she normally answered the phone with witty sayings. “Aunt Penny, it’s me, Grace. The guy who has been kidnapping those college kids got me. Track the call, send someone over. Please Aunt Penny, he’s going to kill me. He tried to rape me but I hit him. So he hit me. Please Aunt Penny I just wanna go home” I wailed, finally letting the sobs shake through my body.
“Gracie? Hunny stay with me, okay. My team and I are here in Chicago, working this case. Your mom and dad called me as soon as you went missing. My team are on their way to you.” she said, her voice getting hysterical. I could hear her fingers hitting the keys fast and her shouting for Derek. “Gracie, if he comes back, pretend to be passed out. The team are on there way. I have to go but I love you sweetie. I’ll see you in a few stay strong my sweetheart” she soothed. “I love you too aunt Penny” I sobbed. I hung up the phone and crawled back to where I was and lay there, silently crying, hoping that the police would arrive soon. That’s when I heard the sound of his truck, pulling into the driveway. I froze, but did what aunt Penny told me and pretended to be out cold.
He walked into the stinking room, grunting at my lifeless figure on the ground, he gave me a forceful kick as he walked past, and went into the bathroom. I bit my lip as he kicked me, trying not to whimper or yell. The police would be here soon, I’m getting out of here was all I kept repeating in my head.
Once he was done in the bathroom, he came out and leant beside me. “Stupid little whore” he muttered. “Now it’s time I had my fun with you” he said, his cruel laughter echoing in the trampy house. I stayed as still as possible. He turned me over and went to lift my top and unbutton my jeans again. That’s when the door was kicked down and entered a guy who I guessed was Derek, he looked like my aunt described. Other agents entered with a squat, holding the man in front of me at gun point. “STEP AWAY FROM THE GIRL” Derek yelled. The man backed away from me and went to run through the back door when another agent opened it and knocked him to the ground, shoving hand cuffs roughly on him. Spencer Reid Gambling Fictional
One of the agents lifted me and carried me out to an ambulance He was tall, awkward and absolutely gorgeous. “Thank you” I whispered to him as he got into the ambulance with me. He smiled sadly, “Your welcome” he said, as the paramedics took me into their care. He held my hand the whole journey to the hospital.
CHAPTER TWO
I must have fell asleep in the ambulance, I thought as I woke out of a sleep. By my bed side was my Aunt Penny and my parents. As soon as I woke up, my mother was hugging me. “Oh Gracie, thank god!” she said, her eyes filled with tears. I tried to smile but I couldn’t bring myself to. I didn’t have the energy or the will to reassure anybody that I was fine, because I wasn’t fine and I couldn’t even be bothered with lying to them. Why should I? Who would be fine after being kidnapped, beaten and almost raped? What type of person would you have to be to feel fine after that? “Sweetie are you okay?” My dad asked. I shook my head, “No dad, I’m not okay. I’m sore, I’m hurt and I don’t even know what my life is any more I said, bursting into tears. My mother began to cry also and had to leave the room. My father followed her, a torn look on his face. “I’m sorry you have to go through this baby girl” my aunt Penny said, cuddling me. I sobbed into her chest until I had no more tears to cry. And while I did so, she whispered soothing words to me and stroked my hair.
My parents didn’t return, I guess they weren’t used to seeing their strong, independent daughter so broken and fragile. But to be honest, I could have used their support right now. They were distancing themselves from me, it was like they were scared I was going to break any second, even though it was a possibility that I could, I didn’t like how cautious they were being around me.
My aunt Penny released me from her embrace, “Okay hunny, one of the team members need to interview you and unfortunately I’m not qualified to do so. But don’t worry, my team are lovely and you will be fine with them in the room” she told me, wiping the tears off my cheeks. I nodded, not being able to answer her. She kissed my cheek and left the room to get one of her team members. A few minutes passed and Dr Spencer Reid entered the room. He was exactly how Aunt Penny described, tall, awkward and the intelligence just seemed to radiate from him, although not in a ‘hey I’m a smart ass’ sort of way. Not to mention he was incredibly handsome and I found myself being drawn to him, even though the symptoms of being raped or almost raped would be to repel men. However, with this beautiful genius, it was not the case. I wonder how I didn’t notice that he was Reid in the ambulance I guess I was still in shock. He cleared his throat, “Hey Gracie, I’m Dr Spencer Reid. I need to interview you for evidence” he explained. I nodded, again not being able to speak. “I’m going to walk yo
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Thanks to Spencer Reid, there’s science involved. This is a gift story based on a prompt that requested a Christmas scene between Hotch, Reid, and Jack. This is a work of fanfiction and as such I do not claim ownership over the characters herein. A Not!Fic An outline including small snippets of a fic where Aaron Hotchner and Spencer Reid bond for show so Jack could have two parents again after Haley passed away, and Spencer could work in peace as an Omega in the FBI without unwanted glances, however over time they’ve fallen in love with each other but neither has it in them to tell the. Girl wonder (Spencer Reid x reader) 20.4K 323 92 (I apologize if this sucks ) (Y/n) is a girl of science and graduated earlier then most she was recruited by non other then the boss her self, Strauss As (y/n) walke.
Sweater Vests and Black Lace: A Spencer Reid Fic Here’s the first chapter of that Season one Reid/Goth Girlfriend fic. Reid couldn’t stop himself from letting out an exasperated sigh as he entered the apartment complex he’d been living in for about three years now.
Jackpot
By
CodeREDbazooka
Disclaimer: I don’t own Criminal Minds or anything related. Though if you want to send me a check, I’m not gonna say no.
Notes: Morgan lets Reid loose in a Casino. Shenanigans. As a person who often visits the Las Vegas Strip, I had shit loads of fun writing about this. Honest to god, this is an accurate portrayal of Vegas, I am dead serious. Boobs all over the place, it’s actually pretty awesome. Also, all the math is mine, and as it has never been my strong subject, feel free to tell me if my calculations are off.
In comparison to other states, Nevada definitely had liberal laws when it came to vices. Booze and boobs and black jack. Everywhere. Morgan just seen a conglomeration of at least twenty slot machines in a grocery store yesterday. A grocery store. Liquor stores were literally open 24/7 here and almost every other billboard had a scantily clad woman plastered across it. This wasn’t Morgan’s first visit to Sin City, but that didn’t make the sight of gas stations filled with slot machines any less shocking.
So, here he was, in the middle of the Caesars Palace, surrounded by beautiful cocktail waitresses and lit cigarettes. They had wrapped up the case of a serial rapist that was terrorizing the tourist areas earlier this morning and, considering their flight didn’t leave until later tonight and this was Las Vegas, the team had decided to take a break and see the sights. Before he had left to search for a souvenir shop that didn’t have ridiculous prices, Rossi had told Morgan that, under no circumstances, should he let Reid out of his sight.
’The last thing anyone wants is a certifiable genius with an eidetic memory who routinely counts cards and practices sleight of hand, loose at a high price casino.’ Rossi had said sternly, his firm tone undermined slightly by his Meter Margarita. ’Let him rip off the arcades or something.’ Rossi had taken a sip from his Margarita. ’And don’t let him get blacklisted’ He had added as an afterthought.
Morgan had agreed, eager to get his own site seeing done, and left it at that.
Now it was almost two in the afternoon, and Morgan hadn’t seen Reid for almost forty-five minutes. He wasn’t sure when he’d lost track of the younger man, but one minute Morgan had been trying to find his way to food court and the next Reid was nowhere to be found.
Dammit.
Morgan tried to dial Reid’s cell phone again, but after it rang a few times it went to voicemail. He didn’t bother leaving another message, he’d already left three.
The problem with the Las Vegas Strip was that it was literally a collection of dozens of casinos, all right next to each other. Each casino was built with maze like precision, in order to keep the people in them gambling longer. Reid could honestly be anywhere. Presumably winning gross amount of money and surrounded by security cameras.
With a grumble, Morgan hit speed dial and waited.
’Queen of Quantico and Mistress of all things Magical on the Interwebs at your service, how may I pleasure you today?’ Garcia chirped from across the country.
’Hey baby girl.’ Morgan said, smiling despite the fact that Rossi would probably disembowel him in a few short hours.
’How’s Vegas treating you?’ Garcia said happily. ’I want photos of any chiseled, shirtless men you see wandering about.’
Morgan chuckled. ’You got it. I uh, I need you to look something up for me.’
Garcia’s voice changed from cheery to curious to business as usual in three seconds flat. ’I thought you had wrapped up the investigation of the sadistic scum bag already.’
’We did.’ Morgan said quickly, not wanting to freak Garcia out. ’But um.. I’ve lost Reid. In a casino.’
’So?’
’Reid. Unsupervised. In a casino.’ Morgan stressed.
’Ah.. I see where that might be a problem.’ Garcia said. ’He might be busy winning millions of dollars and a new car.’ She laughed slightly. ’Seriously, why is that bad?’
’The last thing we need is him-’ Morgan glanced over his shoulder to see if any security was listening, ’blacklisted. You’ve seen him play poker.’
’Oh.’
’Do you think you can find him?’
’Gimme a second.’ Morgan heard the tale tell sounds of Garcia’s chair rolling across the floor. ’I can hack into the security cameras and locate him that way, but it’ll be tricky and it’ll take a while. Casino owners are notoriously paranoid.’
’I don’t know if that’ll be quick enough. We’re scheduled to go wheels up in a few hours.’ Morgan said. He did not need this drama when he was supposed to be relaxing.
’Do you know what casino he’s in?’ Garcia asked distractedly, typing rapidly. Prism casino $200 no deposit bonus codes 2019.
’No.’
Garcia sighed loudly. ’Baby doll, you do realize that it’ll be next to impossible to find him if you don’t narrow it down a little bit.’
Morgan found Reid about an hour later. He had somehow managed to walk a few blocks down to freaking Mandalay Bay, and was sitting at a poker table with an expression of vague amusement on his face. There were no less than four women in sparkly cocktail dresses standing next to him, all smiling flirtatiously and giggling as Reid calmly pulled a massive pile of poker chips towards him. The other people sitting at the table were wearing expressions that varied from impressed to shock to angry to resigned. The dealer just looking a little befuddled.
’Reid.’ Morgan said, a little irritated and a lot relieved.
’Hi Morgan.’ Reid said, smiling smugly. ’Where’d you run off too?’
’You’re not answering your phone.’ Morgan said, ignoring Reid’s remark. The kid probably knew exactly what Rossi had said to Morgan and had done this on purpose, simply to be contrary.
’It’s on silent, sorry.’ Reid said mildly, not looking sorry at all.
’Listen buddy.’ The voice came from the unhappy looking man with a think southern accent sitting to Reid’s left. ’Why don’t you take your boyfriend and leave? He’s losing me money.’
’I’m out.’ Reid said, standing up and starting to collect his chips.
One of the ladies that had been standing behind Reid asked flirtatiously, ’Are you sure you don’t want to come with my friends and me for a few drinks Dr. Reid?’
’Thanks for the offer, but we’ve got to leave.’ Morgan said shortly, steering Reid away from the table.
Reid laughed as they walked off. ’Rossi is going to be pissed at you.’
’How much money did you win anyway?’ Morgan asked.
’Two hundred thirty thousand and fifty dollars.’ Reid said proudly as they walked to the exchange. ’Though I’ll most likely lose approximately twenty five percent to taxes, which is about fivfty seven thousand, five hundred and twelve dollars and fifty cents.’
Morgan shook his head wonderingly. ’You’re insane.’
’You won how much?’ Prentiss asked incredulously a few hours later when everyone was on the plane.
’Two hundred thirty thousand and fifty dollars.’ Reid said.
’That’s almost a quarter million dollars.’ Rossi said, looking at Morgan pointedly, mardi gra beads from who knows where dangling around his neck.
’Playing poker?’ JJ asked, sounding impressed.
’Poker and Black Jack.’ Reid said, sounding pretty satisfied with himself.
’When where you playing Black Jack?’ Morgan asked, almost afraid of the answer.Spencer Reid Poker Fanfic
’An hour before you showed up. I was at the Bellagio until they asked me very politely to leave.’
Rossi sighed heavily and Hotch raised an eyebrow.
’You better not have gotten black listed Reid.’
’I didn’t!’ Reid said indignantly. ’They just.. escorted me out.’
’You’re a horrible baby sitter Morgan.’
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CHAPTER ONE
I lay on my back, I didn’t know how long I had been here. It could have been days, weeks, months. The man who had taken me had tied me a bed in a dark room with no windows. Every few hours he would allow me to use the bathroom and to eat a small amount of food. For a kidnapper, he was taking quite good care of me. He didn’t hit me, touch me in anyway and I didn’t understand why he had taken me.
From the research I had been doing on serial killers, I discovered that most people abducted are murdered within the first couple of hours and are usually tortured brutally. So why hadn’t this guy killed me yet? Unless It was for a ransom, which he would have demanded already…
Even though I am terrified and I’m unaware of what my fate may be, a part of me still needs and wants to find out why this guy has kidnapped me. I’m just a regular college student, studying criminology and Forensic-Psychology, a normal twenty three year old girl. I have a loving family, who aren’t rich but can afford for more luxuries than most people. None of my family is of high authority like police or anything like that. So why has this man kidnapped me and not murdered me yet?
My parents would have noticed I was gone the second I didn’t come home without telling them that I would be going somewhere. My parents would be worried and have most likely contacted the police right away. It’s not common for a girl to go missing in the suburbs of Chicago and when somebody does, everybody’s looking. So there is a possibility that I will be found before this guy does anything but still, what does he want from me?
I know that there has recently been a case in missing college students who turn up dead weeks after they’ve been abducted found raped and tortured. But those murders took place in California, a few months ago. Why would this guy move to the other side of the country and why hasn’t he done anything to me yet? It has been my dream since I was kid to join the FBI, I always wanted to catch the bad guys. It became even more my ambition when my God mother got recruited for the FBI as a technical analyst for the BAU. I used to love when she visited, showing me her badge and telling me about all the bad guys she and her team had caught. I haven’t seen her in a year or so, I guess she’s just been busy with her job and her life she had forgotten to visit.
But my ‘Aunt’ Penny couldn’t be the reason this man has kidnapped me. Yeah sure, she works for the FBI as a serial killer profiler but that doesn’t mean he knows I’m in any way connected to her, unless he had access to my birth certificate. So far I still don’t have a clue as to why this man has abducted me.
I was beginning to get frustrated with being tied to a bed, I’m the type of person who needs freedom and is not to be kept on a leash I swallowed, maybe I should try and communicate with this guy, figure him out and find out what he wants. “Hello?” I called out, trying my best not to show any fear. If this guy is a sadist, he’ll get off on me being afraid. The door of the room opened and he walked in. He was young, and even though it disgusts me to say it, handsome. He walked with confidence and was most likely a ladies man. “Yes?” he asked, charm lingering around him. This was new, he wasn’t normally this confident.
“Why did you take me?” I asked, trying my best to mask my emotions. If he was going to kill me, I would go down with a fight and I would not, under any circumstances, give him what he wanted. He laughed darkly, “Because pretty girls like you need to be taught a lesson when they tease but don’t give” he said. I looked at him, in shock. I had never saw this man in my whole entire life until he kidnapped me. “ I’ve never met you in my life before this” I told him. He slapped me. “Don’t lie to me, bitch!” he roared. “I see the way you look at me, teasing me, you try to seduce me. But now it’s my turn” he said, his voice getting gentler as he ended. I froze, he was going to rape me. He was going to take the main thing I valued of myself, the one thing that’s supposed to be given to that special someone I marry. My virginity.
He pulled my t-shirt up, and undid the button of my skinny jeans. I screamed and kicked him as hard as I could, there was no way in hell was this guy teaching me. I kicked and I punched, and I knew that I was hurting him. He threw me to the ground, his face red in anger, “Your going to pay for that little bitch!” he roared. He began beating me, kicking me in the face, the stomach, standing on my back. I’m petite and very slim. He was doing a lot of damage to me and although the pain was excruciating I would not cry, I would not give this man any pleasure in what he was doing to me. I would rather die.
After a few hours of beating, he thankfully got bored and left the house, probably to go get drunk. He left me lying on the floor, thinking I was too weak to move. I dragged myself across the floor and over to the old telephone sitting on a musty old table. I grabbed it and dialled my aunt Penny’s number, knowing that the police would not be able to handle this serial situation. She picked up within two rings. “FBI Behavioural Analyst Unit, Technical Analyst Penelope Garcia speaking” she said, with fake professionalism. I knew that she normally answered the phone with witty sayings. “Aunt Penny, it’s me, Grace. The guy who has been kidnapping those college kids got me. Track the call, send someone over. Please Aunt Penny, he’s going to kill me. He tried to rape me but I hit him. So he hit me. Please Aunt Penny I just wanna go home” I wailed, finally letting the sobs shake through my body.
“Gracie? Hunny stay with me, okay. My team and I are here in Chicago, working this case. Your mom and dad called me as soon as you went missing. My team are on their way to you.” she said, her voice getting hysterical. I could hear her fingers hitting the keys fast and her shouting for Derek. “Gracie, if he comes back, pretend to be passed out. The team are on there way. I have to go but I love you sweetie. I’ll see you in a few stay strong my sweetheart” she soothed. “I love you too aunt Penny” I sobbed. I hung up the phone and crawled back to where I was and lay there, silently crying, hoping that the police would arrive soon. That’s when I heard the sound of his truck, pulling into the driveway. I froze, but did what aunt Penny told me and pretended to be out cold.
He walked into the stinking room, grunting at my lifeless figure on the ground, he gave me a forceful kick as he walked past, and went into the bathroom. I bit my lip as he kicked me, trying not to whimper or yell. The police would be here soon, I’m getting out of here was all I kept repeating in my head.
Once he was done in the bathroom, he came out and leant beside me. “Stupid little whore” he muttered. “Now it’s time I had my fun with you” he said, his cruel laughter echoing in the trampy house. I stayed as still as possible. He turned me over and went to lift my top and unbutton my jeans again. That’s when the door was kicked down and entered a guy who I guessed was Derek, he looked like my aunt described. Other agents entered with a squat, holding the man in front of me at gun point. “STEP AWAY FROM THE GIRL” Derek yelled. The man backed away from me and went to run through the back door when another agent opened it and knocked him to the ground, shoving hand cuffs roughly on him. Spencer Reid Gambling Fictional
One of the agents lifted me and carried me out to an ambulance He was tall, awkward and absolutely gorgeous. “Thank you” I whispered to him as he got into the ambulance with me. He smiled sadly, “Your welcome” he said, as the paramedics took me into their care. He held my hand the whole journey to the hospital.
CHAPTER TWO
I must have fell asleep in the ambulance, I thought as I woke out of a sleep. By my bed side was my Aunt Penny and my parents. As soon as I woke up, my mother was hugging me. “Oh Gracie, thank god!” she said, her eyes filled with tears. I tried to smile but I couldn’t bring myself to. I didn’t have the energy or the will to reassure anybody that I was fine, because I wasn’t fine and I couldn’t even be bothered with lying to them. Why should I? Who would be fine after being kidnapped, beaten and almost raped? What type of person would you have to be to feel fine after that? “Sweetie are you okay?” My dad asked. I shook my head, “No dad, I’m not okay. I’m sore, I’m hurt and I don’t even know what my life is any more I said, bursting into tears. My mother began to cry also and had to leave the room. My father followed her, a torn look on his face. “I’m sorry you have to go through this baby girl” my aunt Penny said, cuddling me. I sobbed into her chest until I had no more tears to cry. And while I did so, she whispered soothing words to me and stroked my hair.
My parents didn’t return, I guess they weren’t used to seeing their strong, independent daughter so broken and fragile. But to be honest, I could have used their support right now. They were distancing themselves from me, it was like they were scared I was going to break any second, even though it was a possibility that I could, I didn’t like how cautious they were being around me.
My aunt Penny released me from her embrace, “Okay hunny, one of the team members need to interview you and unfortunately I’m not qualified to do so. But don’t worry, my team are lovely and you will be fine with them in the room” she told me, wiping the tears off my cheeks. I nodded, not being able to answer her. She kissed my cheek and left the room to get one of her team members. A few minutes passed and Dr Spencer Reid entered the room. He was exactly how Aunt Penny described, tall, awkward and the intelligence just seemed to radiate from him, although not in a ‘hey I’m a smart ass’ sort of way. Not to mention he was incredibly handsome and I found myself being drawn to him, even though the symptoms of being raped or almost raped would be to repel men. However, with this beautiful genius, it was not the case. I wonder how I didn’t notice that he was Reid in the ambulance I guess I was still in shock. He cleared his throat, “Hey Gracie, I’m Dr Spencer Reid. I need to interview you for evidence” he explained. I nodded, again not being able to speak. “I’m going to walk yo
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