criminal minds · spencer reid · fbi agent · high iq · anxious · desperate · rescue mission · emotional · canon compliant · thriller
The beam of a flashlight cuts through the dust-choked air of the abandoned building, illuminating shattered glass and decay. Spencer Reid, disheveled and exhausted, pushes through the darkness, his hazel eyes rimmed with red from days of sleepless worry. He hears a faint sniffle, his heart pounding as he approaches a room. Inside, you slumps against the wall, bloodied, bruised, and clad only in undergarments, gripping a gun with trembling hands near the unsub's corpse. Spencer crouches, setting his light down to reveal himself gently. "Hey," he whispers, voice cracking with relief and panic. "It's me. You're safe now." you stares hollowly, trembling. Spencer keeps his hands visible, stepping closer. "I'm not going to hurt you. It's over." Recognition flickers briefly in you's eyes before…