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Summary: Spencer and reader’s mission in Afghanistan finished years ago until both of them are taken hostage and tortured for information (based on 9x14 with Spencer and Reader instead of Cruz and JJ)

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader (angst)

Content Warning: Attempted rape (no rape takes place but reader gets sexually assaulted, please don’t read if this triggers you), descriptions of torture

Word Count: 2.4k

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This is not where Y/n’s meant to be.

She isn’t exactly sure where she should be right now since the hours have escaped her, but wherever it is, it’s not with her arms above her head, chained to the ceiling after being brutally tortured while she lays on the floor and waits for the next assault. The chilliness of the room is the least of her concern.

It had to have been close to a day, nearly 24 hours of entire body pain. She has been hurt by unsubs before, taking a punch to the eye, being knocked onto concrete by a bomb, or being hit in the back of the head, but this is different. What she feels is blinding pain running through every vein of her body, total agony, likely the result her abductors are striving for.

The only escape is in her head which is pounding so loudly that her brain is barely functioning. She has been hoping for the BAU from the moment she was dragged off into the night with a hand over her mouth that quickly made her lose consciousness. They would have been notified quicker of her disappearance had Spencer noticed when she missed their date, but she has no idea when, or if, they found out.

Technically, Spencer did notice she wasn't at the restaurant at 7:30, but that’s because he’s chained up next to her. It means the BAU is two team members down. If it were just her or Spencer, the other would have easily linked an abduction with this MO back to their joint mission in the middle eastern war zone. It's the same players, code names, and secret numbers.

It was a bad idea to be in Afghanistan. She knew from the moment she was on a jet there that getting involved in such a confidential mission with murky alliances was dangerous, and now she's paying for it, possibly with her life.

The only slightly positive thing is that their mission abroad was the catalyst in her and Spencer’s relationship. They had both been taken from the BAU without explanation to their team members. He’d been recruited for his linguistic abilities, learning Arabic as quickly as he could, and she was there for the feminine presence they needed. It wasn’t appropriate to have an official romantic relationship, and they didn’t have the time, so nothing romantic happened until they got back to DC and were back with the BAU. They’d learned to separate the personal and professional moments overseas during their nighttime talks or card games in the desert, so dating and being agents wasn’t a challenge.

She's hoping they called Emily when they realized they were missing. Although Y/n never went against the oath she swore, there was a conversation just after she got back where Emily picked up on some of the worry pouring out of her friend and tugged slightly at the string that could unravel it all. As well as her international connections, the current BAU team will need what Emily doesn't know she knows.

Penelope had been suspicious of Y/n and Spencer for a while. The secret phone calls and the passionate discussions that halted when someone else walked into the room led her to believe they had either gotten secretly married or were expecting a baby. It was just trivial office gossip which everyone knew was light-hearted fun and not to be taken seriously, but Y/n wished it was that simple.

She’s dreaming about both scenarios as an escape, but the logical part of her brain prepared her to accept that this is it: she and Spencer will never have any of that because they’re about to die.

Like thinking about her beat-up boyfriend beside her, thinking about the BAU makes her want to cry, knowing she might never see them again. They're her family of many years, and none of them needs more tragedy.

She caves first, appearing to put her passcode in. If the team is where she thinks they’ll be in their investigation, Penelope will get the panic code, and they’ll be saved. It’s what she’s desperately hoping for when she types it into the computer.

They need Spencer’s, too, but the BAU needs time, and the profiler in her knows how she can stall. Tivon Askari is a torturer and a follower, not a leader, but she knows who is.

“Okay, it’s enough.” She declares. “Come out.”

“Who are you talking to?” Askari demands.

She’s not going to get a positive reaction, but this is valuable time for the BAU. She doesn’t have much left to give, laying on the concrete floor covered in bruises and blood, but she’s going to give everything she’s got. It’s what Spencer once told her he admired about her, and it’s a descriptor worth dying for.

“Not you, to your boss.” She clarifies. “Come out and face me, you coward.”

Spencer sees Michael Hastings first when the door opens, but Y/n doesn’t bother to look back, knowing she’s right.

“How’d you know?” Hastings asks, strolling into the room.

If Spencer wasn’t so wrapped up in calculating the probability they get out alive and profiling their former colleague turned traitor, he’d be thinking about how smart she was for figuring it out.

“Askari couldn’t know about Spencer and me.” She tells him. “Not even our unit chief in the BAU knew, but we were just about to kiss one time before you walked in with a message from the BAU.”

She remembered it fondly. How tanned Spencer looked, how they were technically breaking the rules by sitting on the lookout post instead of in their tents, and how pretty the sunset was, despite how horrible everything around them was.

“The Humvee attack proved there was an inside man.” She continues.

“And look at what it cost you.” Hastings taunts her.

The answer is everything.

“You can threaten to kill me.” She informs him, not breaking eye contact. “Spencer won’t give you what you want.”

“She’s right,” Askari confirms, carefully watching Spencer with the laptop on the floor.

“Don’t I know it.” Hastings’s voice moves as he walks behind her, stopping where she can’t see him and doesn’t know what he’s doing until the chains drag her up and off the floor forcefully.

The stretch on her arms is painful, especially when she’s feeling so weakened already, and her breathing deepens as she grunts.

“But I also know you, Spencer.” Hastings continues, walking back to Y/n.

Spencer’s torn. He knows Hastings is going to punch her or make her bleed, and what type of a boyfriend is he if he lets that happen? The only way he can stop it is by handing over his code and betraying his country, then they’re both dead. Still, Y/n’s message wasn’t just to Hastings. She was telling Spencer not to give him the code, even if the threat of violence was there. He’s seen them hurt her, so he just has to put up with it for as long as it takes the BAU to get here.

Hastings’s hands gravitate to her hips, thumbs touching the bare skin of her waist that’s exposed when her arms are above her head. “And what line you won’t let me cross.” He reminds Spencer.

Y/n’s breath hitches in her throat when she feels his hands dip along her ass. She knows what this is. If he’s behind everything that happened to Nadia Mubari, she’s about to meet the same fate. The pit of her stomach sinks as she informs herself of what is about to happen, like it’s going to make the suffering more manageable.

It’s surprising a sexual sadist managed to withhold this long, but there’s a reason he waited, knowing it would be the ultimate move to get them to surrender.

She knows she’s not meant to show fear but she can’t look at Hastings as he stalks over to her, still talking to Spencer. “And I don’t blame you. She’s an attractive woman.”

In one move, he grabs Y/n’s chin in his hand, forcing her to look at him, like the dead look in her eyes is a turn-on for him.

“Don’t you dare touch her!” Spencer yells, finally breaking.

“No more games,” Hastings tells him, forcing Y/n’s head back as he looks across the room. “I want Integrity, and she’s the price.” Then he pulls her head forward again, not at all helping her pounding headache.

“No, no.” She resists, trying to keep space between them. She still hasn’t accepted what’s about to happen, but she repeats the fact to herself: she’s going to get raped and Spencer’s going to be forced to watch.

His hand drifts to her lower stomach, fingers spread across her shirt as he rubs circles, pushing her shirt upward. All her muscles tense at once, and she’s hyper-aware of every nerve ending. “Maybe I’ll fuck you better than he does.” He suggests.

Y/n’s heart beats quicker and harder, so painfully she wants to throw up. He’s so close to her, where she can smell his musky scent, and he’s touching her somewhere no one but Spencer has touched in a long time.

It’s intimate, that part of her skin and it sickens her that someone’s touching it and she can’t fight him off. “I’ve always wanted to.” He confesses, voice deep as if it’s romantic. She’s begging herself to space out, let it happen to her body while shifting her mind somewhere else.

Fresh tears appear in her eyes when he starts unbuttoning her shirt. Her plan to not show fear so he can’t get off is gone in a second. It’s all too real.

His hands don’t feel like Spencer’s. It’s not that time at her apartment, the first time, when Spencer undressed her in the living room, admiring her before letting her lead him to the bedroom. It’s not that time in his apartment, both of them slightly wine drunk, as he frantically unbuttoned her top between frantic kisses.

“Take your time, Spencer,” Hastings tells him. “I know I’m going to take mine.”

“Spencer, don’t,” Y/n tells her boyfriend, despite every part of her willing this to not happen. Dutiful until the very end, that’s what Spencer admired about her. “I’m fine. I’m fine.” She repeats as Hastings starts on her pants, the back of his fingers against her lower stomach. It’s an assurance to herself as well. “I’m fine.” She manages between gulps of oxygen. She can feel the heat and excitement radiating off his body.

Spencer breaks at the look in her eyes. It’s predictable, really, probably why this was Hastings’s strategy. “Okay, okay, enough. Just stop!” He yells. “Just stop.” It comes out as more of a whimper that time.

Hastings does stop, and Y/n wishes she could believe it was over. He focuses on the laptop being brought in front of Spencer, all of them waiting for him to type in code that’ll put valuable information in the hands of the wrong people.

Hastings tells his footsoldier which files to download while stroking Y/n’s hair back harshly. Spencer sits there wondering if he’d done the right thing, jeopardizing so many people’s lives just because he couldn’t watch his girlfriend be raped. It’s selfish, especially when she was so selfless as she promised the room she could take it.

Then Spencer gets dragged up by Askari, arms yanked above his head, but at least Hastings has left Y/n alone. He’ll take any amount of pain to keep it that way.

The lights flickering off is not what anyone expected, clear from the look on their captors' faces. It’s the BAU. She knows it deep inside her, but she can’t get too excited. Not when Hastings and Askari have been planning this for so long and can do deadly damage in seconds.

She’s listening to their conversation about escaping, taking it all in so she can relay it to the team when they get there. They both grimace when Askari slices their inferior's neck open, a clean gash that has him dead in seconds.

Hastings walks over to her, hand on her stomach as he pulls her wiggling body into his chest to whisper in her ear. “Sorry, sweetheart. I was excited to have you.”

He turns and leaves the room, nodding to Askari, who, predictably, isn’t about to leave Y/n and Spencer alive. He holds his knife firmly as he replaces Hastings’s position behind Y/n, ready to murder her.

Their farewell must have taken too long, though, because Hotch and Emily bust through the door at the right moment, neither hesitating to shoot Askari.

“Em.” Y/n whimpers as her friend hurriedly unfastens her chains, Hotch doing the same thing to Spencer. She didn’t know she had any more tears left to cry, but these ones are of relief. “I knew they’d call you.” She pants out, landing on her feet as Emily helps her to the floor. She doubles over trying to get her breathing right.

“Shh.” Emily tries to calm her, working on getting the shackles off her feet. “We’re here, we made it.”

Y/n nods, coming off the high from all that adrenaline pumping through her body. She hears Hotch talking into his comms about Hastings fleeing to the room, but she’s focused on slowing her heart rate.

“Y/n.” It’s Spencer’s voice, right near her. She recognizes it and stands up so quickly it makes her head spin.

All that matters is hugging him. No comfort comes close to being in his arms, feeling her chest firm against hers while he rests his cheek against hers. They stand there and cry together for a moment, relieved, hurt, but ultimately going to be okay. It’s the moment they’ve been waiting for all of those terrifying hours.

He pulls away to cradle her face in his big palms. “Are you okay?” He asks seriously, and not just about her superficial features.

“Better now.” She assures him. It’s going to take time and therapy, but with Spencer by her side, she’ll recover. “You?”

He sucks in a breath, nodding. “Now I am.” He answers. “We’re okay. We’ll be okay.”

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