The BAU Badass

Chapter 31

Spencers POV

Nothing at the crime scene at Jo's apartment helped point to where Cat might have taken Jo. it wasn't until Garcia called Hotch all panicked that I even knew Jo was still alive. Garcia told us that a live video popped up on her computer, and Jo was on it.

We watched as she spoke to Cat Adams while tied to a chair by rope. She had just recovered from what she went through with Mateo. I can't imagine what she's feeling right now. She looked tired, exhausted, drained, fatigued, and in pain. But she didn't look scared. She never was scared. She never let her fear show. She's the strongest woman I have ever met in my life. She's brave, she's strong, and she's determined. She always gets through whatever life puts in her way. And I love her for that.

My heart shattered when Cat walked back into the room with a revolver handgun in her hand. Cat had always liked playing games, she played games with me before we first arrested her, but she cheated. She always does. She makes up the rules but then never obeys them. She twists them so she always wins in the end. I knew this wouldn't end well for Jo.

I couldn't take my eyes off of Garcia's screen. Everyone else, however, had their eyes on me as I tried my best not to cry. I glanced at their apologetic and pitiful eyes as I blamed myself for what was happening to Jo. We watched Jo through Garcia's screen in silence, nobody dared to speak as we watched our friend flinch everytime Cat pulled the trigger.

"Jo, come on stop it!" Morgan pleaded in whispers to himself everytime Jo aggravated Cat further. I couldn't even be mad at Jo for doing that. I knew what she was like, she hated being vulnerable and showing fear. She had to show Cat that she wasn't afraid, and so she pushed her buttons. It had made Cat push the trigger of the gun, but luckily no bullet escaped. Russian Roulette was a game of chance, and Jo's odds weren't in her favor.

I couldn't help but flinch as well each time the gun sounded. There was an awkward tension between everyone on the team, considering the questions being asked were about my relationship with Jo and one of them even mentioning Morgan's kiss with Jo.

All eyes turned to me when Cat Adams walked to the camera and whispered my name, "Spencie, let's find out if your girlfriend feels the same way about you, shall we? After all, it is your fault she's here." She smirked as she walked back to Jo and asked her the question that would push me to my limit, "Are you in love with Spencer?"

I broke the silence when an angry sob left my mouth. "I-I can't watch this," I whispered as I stormed out of Garcia's office, unable to process the situation or wait to hear Jo's response. I screamed as loud as I could, releasing all the anger and pain that arose when I was watching the live video. I didn't know what Jo would say in response to Cat's question. I didn't want to. Not like this. I never got to hear what Jo was going to say before the gunshots and explosions at her apartment interrupted us, and I didn't want to hear her response through a live recording of her being tortured.

As I was alone with my thoughts, I heard the sound of three gunshots and a scream that sounded like Garcia's coming from her office. My heart skipped a beat. There were only three chambers left, and one of them had a bullet.

It felt like the world was collapsing around me and my heart was being broken into a million pieces as I sprinted through Garcia's office doors back to the live recording on her screen. Jo can't be dead. She can't be.

All eyes were on me when I ran back into the office and glared at the screen. I heard laughing from the recording as soon as I walked in and saw that Jo was very much still alive. We all watched as Cat explained her little game to Jo, that she never had any bullets in the chambers to begin with. Cat Adams was a psychopath. She was a liar and cheater. She always played games like this.

Many sighs of relief sounded from the rest of the team around me at the realization that Jo was never gonna die during this game. But anger only surged through me. We saw Cat Adams whisper something to Jo, but nobody could hear what was said.

Before anyone could question what Cat was saying, Garcia's screen went black. The live feed was still present on the screen, but it was just black. We couldn't hear anything except the sound of a door being closed. The lights must be out and Jo was probably left alone in the room.

All my anger was surging through my veins and I wanted to punch something or someone. I wanted to yell at the top of my lungs. I wanted to break down and cry. I wanted to find Jo and hug her. I wanted to tell her that it's going to be okay, that we'll find her. I was the first to storm out of the office. On my way out, I heard Garcia explain that there was no way to track the location through the camera as she struggled not to cry.

I was in my office tearing it apart. Throwing books, flipping tables, and panting heavily as I sobbed. Hotch was the first to walk in and talk to me.

"You can't help her like this. You can't help her by blaming yourself and getting angry–"

I couldn't help but interrupt him. "–But it is my fault!" I shouted at Hotch in tears, feeling a vein stick out from my neck.

"It is my fault," I repeated, but in a whisper this time. Hotch was staring at me with apologetic eyes. He knew how I was feeling. He felt this way with Hayley and George Foyet.

"Reid, you're one of the best agents on this team. Blaise needs you right now. I can pull you off this case if you can't keep it together. But I don't want to because you're our best chance at finding her. Channel your anger to finding her,"

I couldn't speak. I didn't have the strength. Instead, I nodded through my tears before he spoke up again, "Rossi and I are going to visit the prison, find out how she escaped. Work with Emily to figure out who might have helped her escape and where she might have taken Blaise. Garcia's going to continue monitoring the live feed and try her best to locate it. She'll let us know if anything changes on the screen. We're going to find her, Reid."

With those words, Hotch left the office. I wiped the tears from my puffy red eyes and realized he was right. I couldn't waste my time crying, that wouldn't help. I had to find her.

Emily and I spent hours going through Cat's profile and trying to find people Cat knew that would have helped her escape. Emily asked me if I was okay a few times, but I didn't bother to respond. I just kept working and going through files. Emily had left my office a few times to get a coffee or take a short break, but I couldn't do either of those things. Jo was trapped alone with a psychopath, how could I stop for a second and drink coffee or take a break when the woman I loved was being tortured. I couldn't even think about resting for a second when I knew Jo was terrified right now, waiting for us to find her.

The only time I stopped searching through the files was when I heard Garcia shout. Jo was back on the screen and so was Cat Adams. But this time, Cat held a blade in her hand.

JJ let her tears slip, Emily cried silently, Garcia sobbed loudly, Rossi held back tears, Morgan punched a wall as anger surged through him, Hotch stared at the screen with pained eyes, and me? I stood, unable to move, staring at the screen with no words. I stood, unable to move, staring at the screen as I felt everything around me collapsing. I stood, unable to move, staring at the screen knowing nothing I could ever do would make the pain Jo was currently going through stop. I would never be able to take away her pain from the trauma she was going currently through. I would never be able to take away the scars she was currently receiving. I would never be able to look at her again without feeling guilty for being the cause of this pain. All I could do was stop her from getting killed by Cat Adams. And that's what I was determined to do. I just needed to find her location.

a/n: poor spencie :(
(so sorry for not updating sooner!)