𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒚 𝒃𝒐𝒚 ↝ 𝒔. 𝒓𝒆𝒊𝒅

𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒚-𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕

"Garica, pull up the security footage from the front lobby," Reid said, as he stepped into her office. "Find Avery."

She was typing away while Reid's foot tapped impatiently. He promised her nothing would happen. That she would be safe. And now, she was missing.

"There," Reid said, pointing at the screen. "There she is."

"Who's the officer?" Garica furrowed her eyebrows as she ran the footage through facial recognition.  

"Wait, look at that," Reid said, gesturing towards her fingers that were trying to tell them something.

"Officer James Parrish, badge number 6301-"

"She was telling us his badge number, he's one of the dirty cops," Reid said. "We got the other two. He's the only one and now he has something that isn't expendable."

Garcia reached over and covered his hand with hers. "We'll find her. And she'll be okay."

Reid pulled his hand from hers and heading for the door. "Keep a trace on her phone. He didn't take it off her for a reason."

Garcia opened her mouth to say something but Reid was already out the door. She was going to get hurt and he promised her that nothing would. They could hurt her and there was nothing he could do about it because they don't even know where she's at.

"Reid," JJ said, chasing after him. "Spence, hey, slow down."

She grabbed his arm and spun him around. Reids eyes were filled with tears as they met JJ's blue ones. She sighed at the sight of his watery eyes, wrapping her arms around him.

He pushed her away, shaking his head. "I can't."

"Don't shut down on us," JJ said to him. "You know what happens when you do that."

"I can't save her," Reid said. "How am I supposed to save other people if I can't even protect the people around me?"

"Hey, we'll get her back, Spence."

***

Avery woke up somewhere cold and damp. Her arms and legs were tied together, her cellphone practically burning a hole in her pocket. He still looked over it.

Garcia already had a track on her phone, all she needed to do was make a call and she would be able to track it to where ever she was.

She ignored the pounding in her head, blood sliding down her neck, as they struggled to pull the phone from her pocket. It fell out and she adjusted, pressing a bunch of random buttons.

It wasn't until she heard the dial tone that signaled she dialed some kind of number. But Garcia could trace it. No matter who was on the other end, they were going to find her location.

"No, I don't care that we're the last ones standing, what I care about is whether or not you can get rid of her!"

Avery squeezed her eyes shut before opening them, trying to clear her vision. Trying to focus on his voice. His plans.

"I can change her hair and her clothes but any kind of facial recognition will tell you who she is," he said. "The FBI is looking for her, I need her to disappear."

Avery fought against the restraints, the rope cutting into her skin. Maybe she could slip out if the blood coated her wrists. She continued twisting her wrists, biting down on her lip to ignore the pain.

Reid's word were echoing in her head.

Concentrate on where you are. Listen for any hints that can give away your location. 

She ignored the tears welling in her eyes at the thought of Reid looking for her. He's been through so much and if she died here-she whimpered at the thought-if she died here then that would be Reid's final straw.

Before you run, have a plan. Make a layout of the building in your head. 

She closed her eyes and listened, listening to the footsteps echoing off the walls. There were no rooms, there's only one floor. Presumably one exit. One set of footsteps.

She slipped her hands out of the restraints and started to untie her feet. 

"Dammit!"

She laid on her hands, pretending they were still tied up, closing her eyes and controlling her breathing to look like she was still asleep.

He's a cop, so he's likely to have a gun on his hip. Most cops carry their gun on their right side. He stood over her body, leaning down to pick her up. Avery's eyes shot open and she grabbed the gun from his holster.

They struggled for it and a couple rounds shot off and into the ceiling. She was using her elbow to push him away, throwing it back as hard as she could. But he was stronger than her. He used his elbow in return, throwing it back into her face.

She stumbled back, tears blurring her vision as blood poured from her nose. He grabbed her shirt and hit her over the head, making her fall unconscious again.