I closed my eyes and made desperate prayers to every god I could think of. Praying that someone would come and save me. Praying that Spencer would save me.

"You wanna shut up?" I gulped and nodded lightly. "Good." He pressed his lips to my forehead. I had to hold back from yelling again. "I'm gonna get some more toys for us." He put the knife down and left the room.

Once I was alone, I started crying. All the false strength that I was trying to put up fell apart. I cried loud and hard. I was so scared.

The guy ran back in and I attempted to calm myself down. He had a bag full of things that he slammed onto a nearby table. Something was pressed against my face. I struggled against before everything went blurry and faded away.

~

When I woke up, the man was painting my fingernails. He had put me in a different shirt. I felt I was gonna be sick. All of a sudden, he looked panicked. I was confused until I heard the sirens over the music. The police were coming. I wanted to cry again but this time out of joy. He was gonna get caught. I was saved.

The man took the knife from the table and turned off the music. In an instant, he was at my side again. He pulled the blindfold up over my eyes and put the gag back in my mouth. I tried to say something but it came out as nothing but groans. He threw a cloth sack over my head. I moved my arms against my restraints.

I heard the doors burst open. There was yelling and I couldn't make anything out for a moment. I felt the man tug my hair back again. The blade was at my throat. I felt so woozy. I was sure I had lost a lot of blood by now. I couldn't even feel my left hand anymore.

"Stay back! Stay back or I swear to god I'll cut her open!" the man screamed. He was holding me against his chest from behind. He was trying to use me as a shield.

"Chris, let her go!" a female voice said. "You don't have to do this. She is not Elizabeth."

"You don't know what you're talking about!" Chris yelled. He was breathing heavy.

"Elizabeth is dead. You know that." The voice caused my breath to hitch. I knew that voice. It was Spencer. I let my tears fall. I tried to stay quiet so that I wouldn't agitate Chris, but it was hard. I was sobbing heavy tears of joy. "Now, let that woman go!"

He didn't know who I was. I remembered that the bag was over my head. Spencer didn't even know that it was me. I couldn't tell him or show him it was me.

"Chris, I know it's hard," another male voice said. "I lost my wife. No one should have to go through that. But you can't let it turn you into a killer!"

"It's too late!" Chris sounded like he was crying. His hands were shaking. "I already killed those other girls! I can't go back!"

"No, you can't," the female voice from before said. "But, we can help you! Just drop the knife."

There was a moment of silence. I felt the knife leave my neck and I gasped. I heard a gunshot. I started crying harder than before. I felt hands on me and writhed as best I could.

"Hey! It's okay! I'm with the FBI. I'm one of the good guys." I realized it was Spencer again and I calmed down. "Let me help you."

I felt him lift the bag over my head. He paused for a moment before taking off the blindfold. I saw Spencer Reid staring down at me. I was crying up at him. He looked so scared and confused.

"Grace?" he asked, his voice cracking. I nodded lightly. He took the gag out of my mouth. My sobs filled the quiet room. He looked me over, taking everything in. He noticed my bloody wrist. I saw that he was starting to cry, too. "Oh my god. Please, no. Oh, Grace. I'm so sorry." He started to undo my restraints. "I'm so, so sorry."

"Reid? You know this girl?" The man who asked was very muscular and kind of scary. I assumed that he was Morgan.

"Wait, that's the girl from the library," the blonde woman from before, Jennifer, said.

"She's my girlfriend," Reid admitted, his voice broken through his tears. He finished with the last restraint and pulled me up into a hug. I felt so safe in his arms. I let myself continue weeping into his chest.

"Oh shit," Morgan muttered under his breath.

"Spence, I was so scared," I muttered through my cries. "I thought I was gonna die."

"I know. I know. I'm here now. You're safe." Spence kept repeating soothing things to me. I could feel myself growing dizzier. "Hey! Please stay with me, Grace." I blinked up at Spencer. He placed a kiss to my forehead. "We really need to get you to the ambulance. You need to get that wrist looked at." I nodded and he helped me out of the warehouse we were in.

Spencer stayed with me while I was getting looked at. "We were just talking," he said, quietly. "We talked on the phone 9 hours ago." I sighed and leaned my head on his shoulder.

Suddenly, his team was calling for him. I urged Spencer to go and he reluctantly did. I watched them talking. Every once in a while one of them would look over at me. I could hear some things but not all of it. They were a little too far away to make out everything. And so many people were saying so many things everywhere.

"Why didn't you tell us you had a lady?" Morgan asked. Spencer just shrugged. I felt kind of bad. I knew why he didn't tell them. "It doesn't matter now. She's safe, Reid."

"Did you say that you've met her?" An older guy was asking Jennifer that.

"Yeah, I did. She works at the library downtown. Spence and I went there to do research for a case a couple months ago. He didn't want me telling her that we were FBI." Spencer wasn't reacting much anymore. He just kept looking down. "Were you guys dating then?"

"No!" Spencer finally replied. "We were just friends then. I mean, I liked her, but we weren't dating." That made me smile. I didn't realize he had liked me for so long. "And I did end up telling her that I work in the FBI. This wasn't some rude awakening. I told her before we made anything official."

"Well, that's good," Jennifer said.

"I agree," the older man said. I figured that he was Rossi. "Secrets only make everything so much more complicated."

"Yeah," Spencer agreed. He looked at me over his shoulder. He noticed that I was watching them. He turned away again. A moment later they were all walking towards me. Spencer reached me first and grabbed my right hand with both of his. "Guys, this is Grace. Grace this is my team."

"Derek Morgan. I am very pleased to meet any lady that can keep up with our boy genius." I laughed. Spencer was blushing and it was adorable.

"We already met, sort of, but I'm Jennifer." I smiled.

"I remember. It's nice to see you again."

"Woah, woah, woah!" Morgan said. "Reid scored a British girl?" I laughed and looked at Spencer. He just rolled his eyes with a smile. "Alright, boy wonder. I see you," he laughed.

"I'm David Rossi."

"Hi," I said. "It's nice to finally meet all of you. Spence talks about you guys all the time."

"Well, hopefully from now on we'll be hearing a lot about you," Rossi said.

"I can promise that," Spencer replied. Now I was the one blushing. I leaned against his arm.

Another man walked up behind the rest of the group. I assumed he was Aaron Hotchner. Reid always told me about him. He sounded like a good leader.

"Hotch, this is Grace."

"It's nice to meet you," he said. He looked quickly back to Spencer. "You're welcome to take a few days. It's understandable if you need it."

"Thank you." The man nodded before walking away. He seemed busy dealing with the local police. Everyone else said goodbye and started to leave.

"Do you want to go and get some things from your apartment before we go to my place?"

I remembered that Chris had cameras in my apartment. It made me feel sick all over again.

"I'm not ready to go hack there yet. I think I have enough at your place."

"Alright, Gracie. Let's go home." Spencer gave me a soft kiss before helping me over to one of the FBI SUVs.