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new life 2

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"Thats what you're trying to do isn't it?" the man looked at Reid.

Reid was terrified and started to sob and shake his head. It was his last hostage experience all over again and he was terrified, "I wasn't."

The man glared at him coldly.

He began to sob, "Please don't," he begged sobbing and crying loudly.

The tears and look of anguish snapped the man back into his previous state. He looked around and noticed Spencer crying.

"Aww whats wrong?" he looked at him, setting the knife down and moving the plate from the highchair tray. he unlocked the highchair and let Spencer out holding him closely, "Shh. There, there it's ok, daddy is here." he soothed him, "Daddy is here, daddy will protect you."

Spencer was shaking with fear at that moment. This was almost as bad as his last situation. And just like last time he didn't know what to expect.

Travis rocked him, "It's ok, shh shh, daddy's here." he pulled up a chair and sat in it, placing Spencer on his lap. He rubbed circles in his back until he calmed down. When he calmed down he wiped his eyes with his shirt, "There there now."

Spencer couldn't deny that now he did feel a bit calmer. Still pretty scared, but felt calmer.

The older man smiled, "Lets get some food in that belly," he put him back in the chair and looked him in there, "I forgot your bib," he said going to a cabinet and opening it. he pulled out a red one and placed it around Spencer's neck, "There we go,"  he put the plate back on his tray table and got his own plate.

Spencer was skeptical of eating the food at first, but he was hungry and it did look good. He lifted the fork and began to eat it. And it was good. He continued to eat until it was all gone. Amazingly it did fill him up. Which is odd considering the man thought he was a baby so he expected it to be a small portion.

The blue eyed man smiled at Spencer as he ate, "Now that someone had had his breakfast I think it's time for daddy to clean up and let you play for a while." he unlocked the highchair and let him out, carrying him back to the nursery.

He pulled out a stripped romper, "This looks cute," he smiled and walked over to undress Reid. The younger brunette cringed at the sight of it and backed away slightly.

The man grabbed his foot, dragging him towards him, "Lets get these off," he unzipped the sleeper. Reid felt bashful with his small frame so exposed. He couldn't help but try to cover himself, "looks like little Spencer is wet," Travis looked at his diaper.

He had peed himself in fear of losing his life earlier in the kitchen. He had to go since he'd woken up and the sudden heart racing fear made him lose himself. It being verbalized in such a way just made him blush with shame.

"Lets get you changed," he was once again lifted effortlessly. This time he was placed on the changing table of the Hutch. The man unfastened the sides and held it on him, the same way one would changing a baby boy.

Reid was beyond embarrassment and wanted to shrivel and disappear when the man started wiping him. He noticed something when he powdered him. The air hit him oddly. He was compelled to look down. And low and behold his private area had been shaved clean. This was a nightmare.

"Whats wrong?" The older man looked down at him, "I know I should start potty training you soon. But you're so young, I'll do it next year," He wrapped a fresh diaper on him, "There all clean." he picked him up off the changing table and finished dressing him in the clothes.

The romper came about halfway on his knees and to his elbows. It made him feel so childish it was almost inhuman. Now he saw what people's pets went through when being dressed up. The man had even put some mix matching red socks on him.

He sat him on the floor, "You be a good boy and play with your toys, daddy has some important business to attend to," Travis kissed his head leaving the room.

Spencer felt an odd bit of happiness. His father having left him when he was young he never really grew up with a father figure. Not to mention his mother being sick he'd been the adult in the house. This all seemed like such an odd step back for the boy genius.

Unfortunately the fact of the matter is he was still in danger. He knew nothing about this guy and frankly it was apparent that whatever he was suffering from was serious and made him unstable and unsafe. He'd have to find a way to get in contact with the BAU.


"Hello? Yes sir, just had a hectic weekend but I'm sending you those papers now," Travis spoke into the phone, "Oh yes everything was taken care of."

Reid listened near the office door. The man seemed busy so he'd see what he could find to help him escape. He'd seen a door in the kitchen, perhaps it was open. He quietly rushed and just his luck, locked. So he quietly tried some windows. Amazingly they did open, but not so amazingly, only to a point where he couldn't even stick his arm out of. But that gave him the idea.

He walked back to the room, silently. The man was still on the phone and the computer talking to, whom Reid assumed, was his boss.

One could argue how he could yell for help. That would be obvious and such a loud attempt would only end badly for Spencer. Especially if the man decided that that was worthy of death. So all the things to possibly get himself free had to be silent yet effectively sneaky.

He went in the nursery and looked around. He went into the toy box to see what he could find. He found nothing. But he had another idea. He walked over to the bookcase and pulled out a book. He began to rub some of the words and letters off the page. When it looked understandable enough he snuck back to the window, torn page folded.

He reached under it and began to push at the screen. Finally it snapped, pretty quietly. Spencer reached back to to put the paper out.

"You naughty boy," his hand was grabbed. He swung around to see Travis next to him, and with a grip on his arm, "Look what you did to the screen. And to the book." he glared at him.

Spencer knew he was caught and didn't know what to expect. The man's face showed no sign of empathy and Reid could feel his heart begining to race again. The man pulled him backwards and shut the window, pulling him towards the nursery. The way he gripped Reid's arm hurt, tight enough to cut off circulation. Reid could really feel himself tensing up.

They entered the nursery and the man looked at him, "You know what you did was wrong, don't you?" he looked down at him. Travis wasn't exceedingly tall but he was at least 5 inches taller then Spencer, "Don't you?" he asked louder.

Reid was terrified and beginning to hyperventilate as if he was going to cry again. Travis just looked at him and narrowed his eyes.

"Tears aren't going to help you," he pulled him further into the room. Spencer felt the water in his eyes get heavy. He was truly afraid now. What would the man do?

They reached the ottoman of the glider and Travis let go of Spencer's hand. Before he could even have contemplated running the older man had grabbed his shoulders and pulled him over his lap. He raised his hand and brought down a firm slap which echoed through the room.

"Ah!" it really hurt.

"You, Spencer, will not destroy things," the man scolded between swats, "That is naughty and you know it is."

The man was actually spanking him. It hurt a lot. But it wasn't being brutally killed. Or tortured. Well....not brutally killed.

"Ouch! Ow!" Spencer struggled in the large man's grip, "Ouch!" it hurt through the pants and diaper, he couldn't imagine what it would feel like without that protection. But the man continued to swat hard.

"Ow, I'm sorry. Ow, I'm sorry!" he sobbed as he bottom got really sore, "I'm so sorry."

The man  stopped after another minute, "You sit in this room and be quiet. You'd better not leave here again. And if you tear another page out of a book you're going to get another spanking," he warned wagging his finger at Spencer and taking the note he'd tried to slip out the window. Leaving him on the floor sobbing rubbing his very sore bottom.

Reid watched him leave. That could've been a close call. But it ended rather well considering how things could've gone. He looked around. He had a window in his room. Maybe that would open. He stood and walked over to it.

"Is there a naughty boy going near the windows again?" he heard the man call. He'd remembered about the camera. Reid gritted his teeth, "Play with your toys."

He sighed and tried to find something to do. He had to think of a way out. He sat on the ottoman, flinching. He looked at the bookcase.

It had a series collection. From infant feel and pop-up books to advanced books meant for adults. A lot of the children's books were Dr. Seuss and Shel Silverstein and other child books. Then there were intermediate books such as 'The Stranger' and 'Because of Winn Dixie'. Then books purely for adults: Edgar Allen Poe, Anne Rice and other authors.

This confused Reid to a degree. He could understand baby and child books, however the adult books bewildered him. If this is the nursery of a two year old why would Edgar Allen Poe be in it? He just sighed and picked up the book. Rereading the poems and stories he'd memorized at 12.


Travis smiled from his computer. He'd uploaded some pictures he'd taken of Spencer since he'd been there. A picture of him asleep in the crib, a picture of him in the highchair eating and one of him now reading.

He typed a password and series of incomprehensible numbers and letter. An odd page opened up. It read :MY SON MATTHEW. In bold golden letters, which really shot out from the red background. He typed in another series of symbols and the title changed. It now read: MY SON SPENCER.

He uploaded the new pictures to the page and deleted the others. He smiled and pressed three buttons: tab, Ctrl, and enter. Suddenly the page disappeared and was replace with a sent message.


"Has anyone seen Reid?" Hotch asked. Reid been missing all morning and he was normally hardly ever late.

Morgan looked up, "He probably overslept. I'm sure he'll be in later."

"Guys," Garcia called, "Guys someone just sent something to my computer I think you should see it."

The group walked into the area and saw Garcia's computer swamped with the pictures of Reid. It was weird, and Morgan thought it hilarious.

"Wow, where'd you get those?" he laughed.

J.J. looked at them, "Well someone has a fetish."

"Thats the thing, someone just sent me these pictures and it doesn't say who. It's from a site called 'My son Spencer'. Theres no URL and no way to link and find the person who made or sent this to me." Garcia explained trying to hack it.

"From a site?" Hotch looked oddly at her, "What other links are on the site?"

Garcia clicked them, "Theres a bio of Reid on here. Claiming that he's like 16 months old, which is weird. But it has his proper weight and height on it. It says when he grows up he wants to be a detective,"

She continued to look through the site and found a section that talked about his favorites and tidbits about him that only his friends would know. Like how he can be a smart mouth and a show off. How he was an advanced reader. The thing that the group found oddest was a section that spoke about how videos were soon to come.

Suddenly the site faded and another page came up reading:

Thank you for taking good care of my baby. He's safe in my arms again now.
chapter two, escape plan failed, horribly. But it looks like the BAU got a little gift.

I know people want to know how spence go kidnapped I'm working on it.
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Where is part 3?