Can someone kill these plot bunnies? Please? I'm going to pretend there's not going to be metal decetors in that building, even though that's probably very unrealistic.
"Please," Reid sobbed as the man strapped the bomb to his chest. He was completly tied, unable to move at all. "You don't want to do this."
"It's going to be okay," the man soothed him. "If you do what I say and everyone cooperates...and even if they don't you want to know why I like bombs so much? They make death quick. You won't feel a thing."
"But I don't want to die," Reid whispered.
"I know you don't, but this is the only way I can get them to pay attention to me." The man's voice was angry. "Just do what I say Spencer, and you won't get hurt."
Reid swallowed and nodded. He was so terrified he could barely move. The man untied him them and showed him the little button he had in his hand and gave Reid a cell phone.
"This is to give Hotch, once you get into the office."
Reid swallowed, nodded and stood up.
The man led him to the car and drove him to the building. Slowly Reid walked in. He couldn't stop trembling. Sweat trickled down his forehead.
He didn't want to do this.
Why was this happening to him?
He didn't want to die.
He walked into the doorway but stood there, looking around the office that he called hom.
"Hey Spence!" JJ smiled as she walked by.
"Get away from me," he said quickly and JJ paused. They all looked up at that.
"Reid?" Morgan stood up from his chair.
"Don't come any closer!"
Hotch heard Reid shouting and stepped out of his office. So did Rossi.
"Reid, what's going on?" Garcia asked, holding a bunch of folders. Her voice was scared.
"Get back!" He shouted at JJ who was coming closer. He didn't want to risk anymore lives than he had to.
"Reid?" Hotch asked, worry filled him. Why the hell was the kid acting like this and not going inside.
"I'm sorry Hotch." Tears fell from Reid's face. "I...I didn't want this...he...made me."
"Made you do what?" Rossi asked sharply. Reid swallowed and took off his jacket. All of them gasped at the bomb strapped to a young man's chest. The folder's dropped from Garcia's hands as she put them to her mouth.
"Don't come closer! He has the button...he'll push it anytime.." Reid's voice was truly shaking.
"Reid," Hotch said slowly, trying to keep control. Keep the tremors from taking over his body. "Who did this to you?"
Reid, with shaking hands took out the man's cell phone. It suddenly started to ring. Reid tossed it to Hotch who quickly caught it.
"He wants you to answer this." he whispered, his voice dry.
Slowly Hotch obeyed.
"Hello? Who the hell is this?" His voice was more angry than he intended it to be.
"Agent Hotchner, is it? So nice to finally hear your voice. Too bad we can't meet in person."
"Too bad indeed,"Hotch growled.
"Here's what the deal is. You do what I say and no one gets hurt. If you don't obey I'll push this little button and your little friend and anyone within a 100 feet of him will die, or at least get seriously injured. Do you understand me?"
For now Hotch decided to obey.
"Good, let's get down to buisness, shall we?"