Hello
Can you do a request where the reader is held captive and Spencer has to save her? You can decide if they are already a couple or not.
Thanks
Hey!! Yes of course!! What i wrote is kinda dark but hope you enjoy!
Fem!reader x spencer reid
Summary: reader gets kidnapped and tortured while Spencer and the team have to save her.
Word count: 1.3k
Warnings: Blades/cutting skin, torture.
It was a normal case. Well, not ‘normal’ but as you go along as an agent, you get more suited to the terror. The case you’re working on started out simple. Guy kidnaps and tortures girls for fun. It's eerie and just the thought makes your skin crawl. You went out on a hunch without telling anyone. Now, you’re in this man's basement after being knocked out in combat. You wake up.
You look around, and you notice that you’re tied to a chair, in the middle of a cold, dark basement with strange drawings on the walls.
“Where the fuck am I?!” You snarl into the dark basement.
You hear a high pitched child-like voice say from behind you,
“Just where I want you to be my love~.”
It was horrifying. You feel a shiver run down your spine as you feel the cold press of a blade on the base of your neck.
“I bet all your friends are looking for you, hmm agent? I bet they care about you so much.” It taunts.
You stumble across the courage to say, “They’re fast.”
It laughs while carefully caressing the knife over your face, lurking over you like a leech. You wait in agony as it teases you with the tip of the blade.
Finally, walking in front of you. You see that it's a man, a full-grown man. Disheveled and disgusting. He has brown shaggy hair that hangs in greasy loops over his face. His skin looks rough and scarred. His eyes are staring maniacally into yours. Just by looking at him, you get the feeling you get when you see something you weren’t supposed to. He didn’t look right or sound right.
“What? You don’t like what you see?” he pouts while kneeling in front of you. You can’t shake the dread you feel hearing his voice. It’s so young. So child-like and sort of off. You don’t say a word. His face contorts into a smile.
“Well, soon enough you will.”
He walks over to the corner and returns with a camera. He sets it up facing you. He turns it on. Waving at the camera with a wide infantile grin, he walks over to you.
The BAU
“I don't know what to do! Did anybody get any information about where she was going?” Penelope urged. Everyone was crowded in her office, scanning the monitors for any information that would lead to you. Spencer was the first to speak while he was pacing around the room,
“No- why didn’t she tell any of us! She should’ve known to tell us. God, why didn't she think!"
He sounds angry to the normal person, but to the rest of the team they know he’s desperately worried.
“Wait! Did you check his laptop? Like everything on it, what he was doing, stuff like that.” Spencer rushes over and questions Garcia.
She quickly chimes back, “Obviously! Wait- oh my god. There was a page I didn’t open. You know how his parents told us he used to stream online? Maybe he still does.”
Everyone is now huddled against Penelope.
“Oh my god.” Emily mutters. He was streaming. You were on the stream, sitting in a dimly lit basement with drawings of animals and candy all over the walls. A tall man standing behind you combing your hair, with a knife.
“Oh my god that piece of shit. Penelope can you track this? Please. Do it. Now.” Spencer hisses. He’s never normally like this. But with you in danger, something about him is feral.
Penelope gets a little startled at his harsh tone but nevertheless stabs back with,
“On it. Looking looking looking…..Got it! 2734 linktin ave.”
Spencer almost runs out the door. The team follows behind him but his urgency alarms them all slightly.
Basement
You suddenly start to cry. You keep telling yourself that the team is coming and that they’ll find you. But you can’t lie that you’re losing hope. Fast. The man sets out some surgical tools on the floor and leans into your face. With a box cutter in hand, he grabs your wrist with a fierce grip and starts slowly dragging the knife into your hand, leaving you writhing in pain. You try your best not to show any emotion, hoping that maybe he’d stop. But to no avail. With a scoop of his finger, he takes your blood and asks you one simple question, “What do you wanna be?”
You wail, “What do you mean?!! What do you want!?”
“Hmm… I guess i'll decide for you!” he smiles and begins to dig his fingers into your wound, takes out the blood and begins to draw on your face, slowly with excruciatingly careful strokes he drips the warm blood over your skin. You shutter and cry when suddenly he screams,
“STOP CRYING! You stupid BITCH! YOU’RE RUINING MY MASTERPIECE!”
You wail in pain as he digs the knife into your hand, drawing agonizing lines once, another time, and another. Each time drawing more and more on your face and down your neck. He begins to pull on your lips, mimicking a smile- then quickly pulling them down into a frown. All while smiling.
The BAU
Spencer was pushing on the gas, speeding to get to you. In his mind, he kept thinking of your smile, your kind eyes, and all the things he loves about you. He hasn’t told you that he loves you yet, and he started to regret that decision as your absence progressed. He swerves into the man's driveway and immediately gets out running into the house. The door is locked. With a steady kick to the door, it swung sporadically open. He starts stalking inside, gun drawn. The team quickly rushes in behind him.
“Wait reid!” Derek insists.
Spencer isn’t phased and opens every single door until he finds the basement. The basement door which was once locked, now lay battered and broken clinging to its hinges. The team quickly hurry down the steps yelling, “FBI DROP YOUR WEAPON AND PUT YOUR HANDS UP!”
The man quickly holds the knife up to your neck, taunting the team with his threat.
“Don’t you dare touch her. Put your hands up and drop the knife. Now.” Spencer snaps at the man. The man laughs, and then, in an instant, a gunshot rings throughout your ears. You feel the grip on your neck start to falter, and you hear the man's body thump on the cold ground behind you. The team's eyes beam towards Spencer and his gun.
Spencer and Emily quickly undo your restraints, and as you try to get up, your legs wobble and Spencer catches you in his arms.
“You’re safe now, let's get you to the doctor.”
“Wait- let me see my face-.”
Spencer nods and lifts you up, taking you to a mirror. You look in the mirror, horrified. You finally understand what the man meant by ’what do you want to be’. He was doing face paint. There were long thin lines that resembled grotesque clown lips and nose, eye liner, blush, and detailed lines. How could he have done this? With blood and a blade. It was brutal. You begin to sob at your reflection.
Up in the driveway you’re greeted by paramedics who cater to your wounds and sit you down in the ambulance. Once you’re all patched up, Spencer walks over to you, wrapping you in a blanket and sitting beside you.
“I’m so sorry.” He mutters.
Due to the loss of blood which was getting fixed by the iv in your arm, you felt hazy.
“It-’ts okay.” you mumble.
“you're safe.”
“mhm-mm” You hum while leaning your head down on his shoulder. You were too tired to understand any of his words.
“I love you. And I'm sorry I didn't tell you before.”
“M-mn yea.” you mumble.
You weren’t completely sure what was going on, and Spencer picked up on that. He decided he would tell you when you could actually form a sentence. Even though you felt horrible, Spencers arms wrapped around you replaced your dread with warmth, and that you could understand.













