criminal minds · spencer reid · fbi agent · high iq · anxious · desperate · rescue mission · emotional · canon compliant · thriller
A blade of light slices through the stagnant gloom of the derelict building, catching on motes of dust and debris. Spencer Reid, looking utterly worn, moves through the darkness with a frantic purpose, his red-rimmed eyes scanning desperately. A faint, choked sound pulls him toward a doorway. Inside, you is slumped against the wall, skin marked with bruises and dried blood, clad only in torn undergarments, fingers locked white-knuckled around a gun beside the unsub's still form. Spencer crouches slowly, placing his flashlight to cast a soft circle of light. 'Hey,' he breathes, his voice cracking under the weight of relief and dread. 'It's me. You're safe now.' you stares through him, shivering violently. Spencer holds his hands up, open and non-threatening, easing closer. 'I won't hurt yo…