Leave Out All the Rest [Kidnapping Plot]

[Derek Morgan]

The shot rang out like death. It was in that moment that he knew he'd had the moment all wrong, and that he'd be kicking himself for it for awhile. He shouldn't have been keeping the careful eye on Hotch, or watching Hayley to make sure that the liaison wasn't in any danger. He shouldn't have been keeping his eye on Matt to make sure the man didn't get caught in the crossfires. He shouldn't have been watching Prentiss or JJ because he feared for them too. He shouldn't have been watching Rossi.

In the shuffle, he'd lost Reid. He hadn't counted on that - and for the first few seconds, he was sure that the gun that had been fired had been Hotch's, or even Matt's. But it was with certainty that Morgan saw the gun in Reid's outstretched hand, and with certainty that he knew he'd messed up big time. He hadn't kept an eye on his little brother. He hadn't counted on that. He hadn't counted on Reid reacting so strongly, when perhaps he should have. He wished with a fever so strong that he'd fired the gun himself. What would this do to Reid? There was no way that Fay would survive - Reid had just killed a man. It wasn't like he hadn't done the same before - but this was different. Somehow, Morgan knew that this would be different.

But that was behind them now. It had to be.

He dropped his guard on Hotch and put his own gun away.

It was over. It was all over, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

[Hayley "Chez" Chezaneski]

She knew. She knew exactly what was going through Spencer Reid's head in that moment, because it was the same thing that had gone through her head when she shot her father. Hayley didn't have time for those memories right now - no matter how intensly familiar, frightening, this situation was, because the inner workings of Reid's mind weren't the only thing that she kenw for absoloute certainty right then.

She also knew how to deal with Krys - because she knew at least some of what was going through Krys' mind at that moment as well. Perhaps that made her one of their biggest assets in that moment - not that anyone in that room besides herself knew that. She was here because she was female, and they didn't know whether or not Krys was going to be afraid of the males in the room. So it was with careful feet that she moved towards the cowering young woman in the corner of the room.

"Krys, sweetheart." She spoke gently, quietly. "It's Hayley. It's Chez. Shh, honey. It's over, we're right here." She knelt in front of the woman and felt Reid behind her. Yes, she knew then that the two of them were serious. She scooted gently to the side and grit her teeth. The body of Fay was behind her, she didn't want Krys to see that. With a steady hand she grabbed Reid's arm and pulled him into Krys' line of vision, directly in front of her and blocking the sight of Fay's body.

She knelt to the side of the shaking woman and reached out a hand, placing it on the girls shoulder and gently beginning to rub her back. "Spencer's here, Krys -" She looked up at the young genius. "Can you remove the blindfold, Reid?" Her voice was calm, gentle, and pleasant. She saw Krys twitch and gently reassured her. "That's just Reid, sweetheart. You're safe. Can you take a deep breath for me?" She implored, fearing that the woman was going to pass out. "Come on now, I know. I know it's scary but it's alright, it's going to be alright. Breathe."

Yes, she knew. More than she'd ever like to know.

[Krys Robin]

"Krys, sweetheart."

The data analyst let out a whimper and another shudder. Blindfolded she couldn't see who the voice was coming from. She should have recognized it as Hayley's, in fact, a part of her did, but another part (the part that had been kept in the basement for days with little Jack) believed that it was initially just her mind playing tricks on her. However Hayley seemed to try and assure her that this wasn't the case when she said her name.

Krys couldn't really respond in sentences. Instead she gave an audible swallowing sound followed by a few jerky nods. She could hear the sound of Hayley kneeling on the floor and then more footsteps. Still the popping sound of the gun shot rang in her ears and she couldn't seem to get her body to stop shaking. She absolutely hated herself for it. She looked a mess, but right now she didn't even care. She was far too terrified. Still, she was kept in the darkness, the blindfold still around her where she herself knelt.

When Hayley touched her she gave a soft yelp and tensed up. It was only when the touch wasn't removed and she began to rub that she allowed such a gesture, though her body still shook something awful.

"Spencer's here, Krys -"

Somehow she found her voice, though it was just as shakey as the rest of her. "I.. I... I want Spence...r... Spe... Spe... Spencer..." The words barely came out and it was apparent she was crying out of her own fear. She sounded like a small child wanting their mommy, but could anyone really blame her after all that she had been through?

She heard Hayley's directions and did her best to obey despite the trembling of her body. Shakey inhales, barely helpful. She felt lightheaded and in the end gave into her own whimpers. "I want it off.. Pl-Please take it off.." She cried out meakly, begging to be let out of the dark. To get out of here. She could feel someone's hands tugging at the fabric, she could feel Hayley rubbing her back, and she could feel her own chest tightening up. "Get it off! Get it off! GET IT OFF!" She just couldn't take it anymore, every part of her practically screamed.

Matthew meanwhile was clearly in agony as he stood there, fighting the urge to go over to Krys and tend to her. No, they now had another mess to clean up thanks to Spencer Reid (not that Matthew blamed him). No, Krys didn't want or need his help right now, so still Matthew remained, transfixed on watching to see what Spencer would do and if Krys was alright.

[Dr. Spencer Reid]

Kate watched as the scum bag that had caused so much pain. Had caused Krys so much pain. Went down in a haze of confusion. The gun fired had been Spencer Reid's. Kate herself had seen the man move forward toward Krys. Had it been to harm the woman was the question. She couldn't really tell. There was probably no way that they would be able to tell. This wasn't going to be good. Kate was just glade that Fay was dead, if Spencer hadn't shot him, Kate most likely would have. She was probably the only one in the room that the two teams thought wouldn't have shot him, because she "didn't care". That would have been a big mistake. Maybe it was a good thing that Reid had shot him before she had. If she had then there would have been a lot of explaining to do, and in that something might come out about her true person that she didn't want to. Sure she was being selfish in thinking that, but she knew Spencer Reid could handle it, after all even if it turned into a case the young agent would of course get off with it.

Kate stood there silent for a second before putting her gun back in it's ankle holster. Then she turned to Matt, not wanting to watch Chez, Reid, and Krys, she said, "I'll go call the EMTs." It was obvious that she meant for Krys and Jack, and not Gerald Fay who was bleeding out on the floor. Then she turned and slowly walked up the stairs. Once out of the far to crowded basement she opened her phone and called it in saying they had a suspect down, and in need of a coroner, and two victims. Then she went outside and waited for the ambulance to get there so she might tell them where to go.

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Reid stood frozen for a long while, watching Krys as Hayley tried to talk her down. He didn't even seem to register when Chez pulled him over in front of the other woman. It wasn't until her voice broke out and she started to cry for him that he checked back in with reality. Shaking his head softly he quickly placed his gun away in its holster. Krys voice was so soft and frail that Reid could barely take it. Her battered body paired with the broken voice drilled a hole through Spencer. He hated to see her hurt so much knowing that he couldn't have done anything but what he had just done only seconds ago to help her. All those days she had been locked in this basement with that monster. All the days that he had gone and done nothing to save her.

"I want it off.. Pl-Please take it off.." Reid had been hesitant when Chez had told him to take it off. He didn't want to touch Krys afraid that he would scare her even more. But when her words echoed through the small room he quickly stepped forward and bent down in front of her, trying to untie the knot in the back with out causing her any more pain, physically or mentally. But when her voice broke through the icy silence again only more frantic he knew that the only thing that was hurting her was not being able to see. Until then Spencer couldn't find his voice, but at that moment it just seemed to come out. "Krys... Krys, its okay! I'm here, everything fine now." He said trying to keep her mind preoccupied as he pulled the bind folder off. When finally he got it undone and the piece of cloth fell to the ground he was stunned to see her eyes. The one thing that he had wanted to see over the last week the one thing that seemed not to have changed all that much since then.

[Hayley "Chez" Chezaneski]

She watched as the profiler removed the blindfold from Krys' face, watched as her heart tightened painfully as Krys' cries penetrated the air. It was all too familiar - the haunting feel of someone finally being liberated from being held - in a basement, never the less. She knew that look in Krys' eyes.

"It's off, Krys. It's over." She stroked back the girls hair and noted that Kate was gone - hopefully calling a medic. "It's all going to be okay." While Reid talked to Krys, Hayley let her eyes go over every inch of the analyst's body. There were bruises all over her - hopefully no broken bones. Carefully, gently, she touched Krys' cheek first and worked her way downwards, quickly, checking for more than bruises. "I'm sorry, sweetie," She apologized for her actions, but it was better her than the medics, who'd be strangers and probably frighten Krys. "I'm just checking."

She met Reid's eyes, knowing he'd probably want to ride in the ambulance with her, but feeling that someone had better ask her first. She knew that sometimes, when someoen went through so much trauma, their viewpoint was hazy and confused. She didn't know ... whether Fay had done other things to Krys as well. She hoped against hope that he hadn't, but she still wasn't sure.

"The medics are coming, Krys." She took to rubbing the woman's back again. "Do you want Spencer to go with you?" If she declined, there were plenty of other people who would be willing to go with her - Matt, herself, Kate even ... and Reid would probably understand as well.

[Krys Robin]

Krys felt like her insides were twisting around each other rendering her in the most immense of pain. She hated being in the dark, unable to see. It reminded her of the various days and nights as a child when she was thrown in the infamous closet by her father, forced to stand and mold to the condemning structure. It was awful. Still, all these years later, she couldn't stand it. She was tired of being kept in the dark, she needed to see. No more of this black void that was consuming her.

"Off. Please get it off." Trembling fingers clutched at fabric and flesh, Spencer's arms, and refused to let go though he was trying his darndest to help her. She just needed to hold onto something, to know that someone who cared was there even if she couldn't see them. Dirt on her cheeks, cuts, bruises, and other knocks in skin littered her frame and she was in bad need of a bath.

"Krys... Krys, its okay! I'm here, everything fine now."

Once the ends were undone it only took a split second for her eyes to meet his and without warning she threw her arms around the young man's skinny neck and hugged him close, burrying her face into his shoulder for protection as she shook and cried. Dirty fingers dug into the fabric of his shirt, holding on for dear life, not even wanting to risk someone being able to pry her away. She couldn't speak audibly quite yet, all that came from her were short whimpers, murmurs, and cries that didn't make much sense to anyone but herself.

Hayley's hand over the back of her head eventually caused her to peek out from the safety of Spencer's shoulder with a gasp (though she still clutched onto him), her breathing shakey. Scared brown eyes watched Hayley's every move in a quiet, stunned manner, her shakey breaths getting caught in her throat. She knew the woman was just doing her job. A subconcious part of her knew that the woman was checking for bad injuries, but a part of Krys was just as nervous (even knowing this). Even so, she somehow managed to not dash away.

As Hayley's grips became more invasive (in a way), Krys' grasp on Spencer probably almost hurt from how firmly she was holding onto him (not that she realized this). He could push her away if he wanted, but right now she needed him. She couldn't even put into words how much she needed him. So when Hayley asked if she wanted Spencer to go with her the young analyst could only look to Spencer with a silent, yet dazed expression. Would he?

[Dr. Spencer Reid]

Reid didn't even feel the pain in his arms from where Krys latched on to him. All his focus was on getting the darn blindfold off of her and help her out of the darkness. Reid knew what it felt like to be in the dark. It was one of the most frightening things that the young agent knew. Monsters lived in the dark. The unknown. And that's where Krys was living, where she had been living for the last week. Reid needed to get her out of there as fast as he could, and nothing was going to stop him from doing that.

When finally he was able to get it off and Krys flew into his arms wrapping her small frame around his neck so tight that he found it hard to breath. Again he didn't care. Tears slowly made there way down his face, but for the first time in a long time they weren't tears of mental pain, but of happiness. he was so relived that Krys was back, slightly hurt, but she was alive and moving. That was enough for him in that moment. The emptiness that had formed in his mind was finally filled as he hugged the young analysist back. Even with all her wounds on the inside and out it was still a much better outcome than Reid had been starting to think would happen. Spencer wanted to talk to Krys, like Hayley was, and try and help calm her, for he could feel her shaking with in his grasps, but found his voice was no longer there, so he let Chez talk in her soft soothing voice that not only was helping Krys but Reid as well.

When she asked if Krys wanted Reid to go with her to the hospital Reid was hoping that she would say yes. He couldn't imagine her leaving him. He didn't want to ever let go of her. But he knew that Hayley was on to something. Something more could have happened. After all how many times did a woman get abducted by a man and not get rapped? It was a terrible thought, but it had to be condicdered. And if that was the case, Reid wanted Krys to feel as comfortable as she could, and if that meant having to leave her in the veru able hands of someone else he was willing to do that. Luckily Krys pulled away from him a little, just enough that they could meet eyes, and even with out words Reid knew what she wanted. Like him she didn't want to be parted. Smiling widely, the first smile he had shown in a week he answered her unspoken question, "I'm never going to leave you. I'm never going to let anything ever happen to you again!" And it was the truth. Or at least he hoped it was.

[Krys Robin]

Fingers scrunched around the fabric of his button up shirt and straps that held his gun (unlike the other agents who wore them on their waist). She didn't notice the warmth of the gun from recently being fired, she was far too wrapped up in not being in darkness anymore and finally, after a long time of being in absolute hell, being safe again. She could barely breathe but still it was progress from the awfulness that she had been held in.

Her fingers then moved from the fabric on his shoulders to wrap around his warm, sweaty neck, lacing over one another she held onto him before pulling herself close to his chest, cringing into the fabric of his clothes and the warmth of his person. She could feel his racing heartbeat against the side of her face and closed her eyes, just taking it in as she choked out what sounded like a laugh mixed in with tears at his words about never leaving her. She wished that was true. She didn't want to be out of his sight ever again. She always wanted to be beside him, in his arms, even like this.

There was barely a centimeter of space between them, closed off from the world as she held onto him for dear life. She couldn't even force out the words that she wanted to, to her dearest and nearest friend in the entire world. To tell him how she felt, how she needed him, how she felt since day one... or maybe two. But no words came only inaudible sounds.

Matthew had given the two space, at least for a little bit before finally swallowing and approaching. It'd be best to get Krys and the kids out of the room before they saw Gerald's body, especially for young Spencer's sake though it certainly wouldn't look that way.

"Kid." It wasn't clear who he was speaking to but Spencer probably was the one of the two that was more in tune with the real world at the moment. "Best get out of here and get outside for the ambulance, hm?" He phrased though it wasn't exactly a question but he wasn't about to boss anyone around either. It was a delicate situation.

[Hayley "Chez" Chezaneski]

After securing the fact that there were indeed no broken bones that she could see with limited medical knowledge, Chez had leaned against the wall behind her, heaving deep breaths. She hadn't realized that she'd been lightheaded until a few moments ago - the entire situation was much too reminscent of her own. When nobody was looking, she caught those few breaths against the wall - everyone was focused on something else, she allowed herself those moments before she saw Matthew Grimaldi coming to join the group and she pushed herself off the wall.

She nodded to him - an acknowledgement that while this wasn't really 'over', it was indeed over in a literal sense. They'd done it - after all of the doubt and the hope and the worrying, they'd found Krys and Jack - alive.

"Come on sweetheart - nobody's going to leave you alone, alright?" She didn't think that Reid was strong enough to carry Krys, he didn't look strong enough to carry a jack russel terrier (though she knew looks could be decieving: he was also probably weak from all that had just gone on.) She placed a gentle hand on Krys' back. There was a part of her that definitly didn't want the woman out of her site - but she knew that it was Reid's job right now. "Reid's going to go with you, Krys - and we'll be following in the car."

[Dr. Spencer Reid]

Reid held Krys as close as she did him. The only different was he was trying to be as light as he could. He didn't want to hurt her by hugging her to hard, not matter how much she was hurting him. He didn't even feel the slight pain in his weak body from her arms cutting off his air supply. He was just glade to feel her. To know that she was alive and safe. He knew that this wasn't over yet. It was far from over. Krys was going to have deal with the terrible things that had happened to her. She would have to learn to live with herself after it. But Reid had no doubt that she wouldn't be able to do that. And with his help he was sure she would turn back into the fun loving Krys Robin in no time. There was no more monster to be afraid of, everything was going to be okay now. If only that could be true.

When Matt offered that they go upstairs Reid had no other thought than to carry the young girl up. Sure he hadn't eaten much in the last week, and was skinny in the first place. But he wasn't going to let her go now. Not even for a moment. He would get her up those stairs if it killed him. Not that they could have pried Krys off of his shirt anyway. So Reid slowly rose to his feet with Krys rapped around his neck. At first Reid was forced to lean against a wall to get his grip. What made it easier was he didn't even have to really hold Krys, because she was so tightly clinched to his chest. Once he got his balance he made his way across the now less crowded basement, after all Hotch had grabbed Jack and ran up stairs the moment the bullet left the gun. And the rest of the team had either made a wall, so Krys, and maybe Reid as well, wouldn't be able to see Fay's dead body, or had gone up stairs. Indeed the shield worked and Reid's eyes never once fell on the man that he had killed.

By some miracle Reid was able to make his way up the stairs to the ground level. Quite out of breath he made it out of the house where the ambulance had just pulled up. A team of EMTs ran to the wry man quickly with a gurney. Reid softly set Krys on it, but didn't let her go. He was afraid the moment he did it wouldn't be real any more. That he would realize that it was all a dream and Krys was still out there, lost and alone.

[Krys Robin]

Krys gave an unsteady nod toward Hayley, more so that Hayley could be at ease as opposed to herself. She didn't want anyone to worry which naturally anyone would do given what they had all just been through. But attention was unnecessary and honestly Krys would have much rather preferred holding Spencer close and not ever being pryed away in a room just for the two of them. But that was horribly unlikely, not that it had ever been likely before. This wasn't a natural way to be feeling about ones best friend and now Krys was well aware of how she felt though not what it was.

Fingers tightened around the fabric on Spencer's back, holding him close as the shaking subsided though the fingers tightened as if daring anyone to try and yank her off. She would have none of it. She would not be separated from him, not tonight, not while she still had strength left. Unsure brown eyes sought out his and she let out a beg in a soft voice. "Please don't leave me." It was a quiet whimper, barely audible but Spencer apparently heard it for soon he was on his feet and she was lifted into his arms.

Instinctively her tired body tensed, arms moving to hold onto whatever part of him she could, her face tense against the side of his cheek as she whimpered into his ear. "I'm too heavy, you'll drop me." But Spencer seemed to ignore this and after a very lightly struggle her tired head rested on his shoulder giving into what she felt. Despite all that had happened in Spencer's tired arms she felt safe enough to let her guard down, even if only for a few split seconds.

Being set on the gurney Krys remained in a sitting up position even with the various EMTs scurrying about trying to get her to lie down. She wasn't having any of it. Spencer still held to her and she was greatful for it, her own dirty, tired hands resting on the tops of his, thumbs idly stroking his skin as she looked to him with a tired, breathless expression. "Keep me safe." Was all that she could croak out, and she realized that it was a pathetic request, but she had uttered it never the less.