Snap Out of It

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A/N: YALLL FINAL CHAPTERRRR ILY SMMM

Tw: semi-graphic violence (nothing worse than what you would see on cm, just more dramatic)

You arrive at the bau later, Hotch had picked you up on his way. Still a heaving mess, you stumble into the building and sit down at the first chair you see when you get to your floor. The rest of the team rushes over to you, trying to console you in any way possible.

"We're gonna find him, Y/n. It's gonna be okay," JJ whispers while wrapping her arm around you.  You nod and wipe your tears, following your friends into the conference room. You take a seat in between Prentiss and JJ, tears still streaming down your cheeks.

"You know who has him, right Y/n?" Hotch asks, pulling out a small notepad.

"Yeah, my ex-boyfriend Andrew has him." You sniffle, a wave of guilt washing over you. It's my fault.

"Have you seen him recently?" He asks, looking up at you with concern in his eyes.

"He broke into my house a few weeks ago, I thought I had it handled so I didn't tell anyone. It's my fault he's gone," you respond, burying your face in JJ's shoulder while you sob.

"It's not your fault, Y/n. We're gonna find him." JJ whispers, stroking your hair. You spend the next few hours talking to the team and gathering information to help find Spencer. Eventually, Garcia calls and let's you know of an address where Andrew might be holding Spencer.

"Let's go. Now!" You shout, pushing your chair back from the table urgently. You rush to the cars, shaking from the adrenaline coursing through your body. You get into the drivers seat of one of the SUVs, but Derek stops you.

"Y/n, you can't drive, come on." He says gently. You step out of the car and get into the passenger seat, tossing Derek the keys. He gets in and the rest of the team splits up between the two SUVs. You speed to the location, an old warehouse a few miles away. The whole ride is spent thinking about Spencer and praying that he's okay. The cars screech to a stop outside the warehouse and you get out of the car, drawing your gun immediately.

"Y/l/n, wait!" Hotch yells, but he was too late, you were already sprinting into the building. You whip open the door and run inside, prepared to shoot Andrew the second you see him. You look around, trying to find him. Suddenly, a hand grabs your mouth and drags you into a small side room. You feel a sharp pain in the back of your head and Spencer tied to a chair is the last thing you see before you hit the ground.

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Outside

"Hotch we have to go in!" Morgan shouts, slamming his fist on the hood of the car.

"As long as they're inside, he won't kill them. If we go in, chances are, he'll shoot them. We need a plan before going in.

"Then let's stop wasting our time and fucking make one!" Morgan retorts, pacing around in distress.

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Back inside

You squint your eyes as you begin to wake up, the harsh fluorescent light hurting your eyes. You look down to see your hands and legs bound to a chair. You try to talk but the rag tied around your head as a gag prevents you from making any noise other than pained grunts. You see Spencer next to you, he has a gash on his forehead and there is blood caked to the side of his face. Other, smaller cuts are all over his hands and arms. Your stomach drops at the sight, something about knowing this could have been prevented makes it so much worse. You want to tell him you're sorry, tell him it's your fault, but all you can do in that moment is stare at him. Andrew walks in from behind you, a wicked smile on his face. He yanks your gag down and you spit at his feet.

"Our team is outside, you know. It's over for you," you hiss.

"They don't seem to care enough to come save you, so this is far from over," he laughs in response. You scoff at him, knowing deep down that the team is outside coming up with a plan to save you guys. "Let's see what your little boyfriend thinks." He laughs as he pulls Spencer's gag down roughly. "What do you think Spencer? I think that it's Y/n's fault you're here." Spencer just sits there with a blank expression on his face, too shocked to comprehend what was going on. You flinch as Andrew delivers a hard punch to Spencer's jaw, a tear rolling down your cheek as you screw your eyes shut. "I asked you a question!" He shouts angrily.

"I think..." Spencer starts, barely able to speak.

"Answer the fucking question!"

"It's not Y/n's fault that you're an asshole," he mumbles, looking down. You gasp quietly at his boldness.

"You're gonna regret that," Andrew says angrily. He walks over to you and undos the restraints that were holding you to the chair before going to Spencer to do the same. He reaches behind his back and draws a a gun. Your gun. He points it at you and Spencer. "Up. Now." You get up, but Spencer stays seated. "I said up!" He grabs Spencer's arm and forces him out of the chair. Where the hell are you Hotch. All of a sudden, a loud bang comes from the corner of the room, near the door. Light floods in and before you know it you are being forced next to Spencer with a gun against your side.

"Put the gun down, Andrew," Hotch orders. Andrew moves behind you, keeping the gun at your side while hiding behind you and Spencer.

"Why would I do that?" He asks tauntingly.

"Because if you put down the gun now, we can work this out," Hotch explains, stepping forward a bit.

"Eh-eh. One step closer and I kill both of them," Andrew warns, jabbing the gun into your side even harder. You wince at the pain but keep your composure, not wanting to set him off even more. You turn your head to look at Spencer, his tired eyes meeting yours.

"I love you. So much." You say to him.

"Shut the hell up," Andrew say to you.

"I love you too, Y/n." Spencer whispers, smiling at you sadly.

"I said shut the hell up!"

"I'm sorry this happened. I'm sorry I got you into all of this," you cry, clutching Spencer's hand tightly.

"It isn't your fault, Y/n," he tries to comfort you, holding your hand back up.

"If you don't shut up now I will kill both of you," Andrew threatens you. You look at the team for help, knowing deep down that they don't have a clear shot of Andrew and they can't do anything. Morgan takes a step forward and Hotch tries to stop him but before you can register it, a loud bang rings through the air and a searing pain shoots through your stomach as you fall to the ground.

"No!" Prentiss screams, running forward to you and Spencer with the team. You turn your head to see Spencer next to you on the cold cement floor. You squeeze his hand while your blood mixes with his around you, a sudden coldness taking over your body. Everything slows down and the only thing you can focus on is Spencer. Surrendering to the darkness that was now welcoming you with open arms, you look at Spencer and whisper it one last time.

"I love you."

The last thing you see as you take your final breaths is Spencer whispering the sentence back to you.

I love you.

The End OMFGGGG. I CANNOT TELL YOU HOW MUCH I LOVED WRITING THIS STORY!! I definitely have a lot to improve on with my writing and I'm so excited to start another fic :))

I hope you liked this story and ily <3
-Sophie :)