So this is the sequel to my first story "Take Me With You" which introduced the characters and gave a little backstory. Now the action is really going to happen! Sorry it has taken so long to upload this story! I've been super busy the last two days and the system wasn't working earlier. Anyway, this is the second story about Riley and WARNING: There are violent scenes about torture and murder in this story so if you are sensitive to violent material you are forewarned. Now sit back and enjoy!

"You know what I just thought of?" Riley pondered aloud.

"How bad it is when someone ends a sentence with a preposition?" Reid joked.

"Ha ha ha, no. Seriously though, I think Mars should be a flat planet but, instead it has mountains. The planet is practically dead; therefore convection currents aren't circulating in the mantle so plates aren't pushing together to create earthquakes that form mountains and other landforms. Since nothing is being created, all the mountains should erode down and the whole planet would become flat," Riley explained.

"True, but there are no forces like rain, wind, or sunlight on Mars like there is here. Without those agents there is no erosion," Reid countered.

Riley froze in her tracks immediately and looked at him with fake disbelief. "Man, I hate it when you disprove my theories like that!" she replied. "This is like the 4th time today!"

"It's hard not to disprove theories like that," he said with a wicked grin.

"Ohhh, look who's making the good comebacks now. I think I'm starting to rub off on you, Reid," she said sarcastically giving Reid a playful shove. "Alright let's keep going, I have to get back and finish my homework."

Reid and Riley continued on their routine walk. It became a habit for the pair to go on long walks after most cases; it was like a stress relief for them. They had just returned from a case in Lexington, Kentucky. A man began setting fires to public buildings all over the city. Luckily, the team caught him just as he was about to set the local courthouse ablaze.

The strolling pair walked a round trip of D.C every time; keeping a long, leisurely pace good for conversation. Once they would get into great topics there was no stopping or distracting them. These intense conversations, as fun as they were, created the downfall to this perfect afternoon.

Meanwhile in the street adjacent to them a van with two men lay in the shadows, waiting for the right moment. The man in the driver's seat was toned; he looked like he frequented the gym, but there was a look in his eye. He didn't want to be here, he feared for his life or another's and that fear kept him here. The man in the passenger seat was of medium build, he had no muscular prowess like his accomplice, but he was larger than the average man. None of that truly mattered though, he could be any size he wanted; as long as he maintained the respect he thought he deserved.

"Start the car. You know what to do," the man in the passenger seat commanded, his voice chilling and icy.

"Yes, sir," the driver replied as he starts the engine. The passenger stepped out of the van wearing jeans, white sneakers, and a dark gray sweatshirt with the hood up. The van slowly crept out of the alley and drove off, leaving the other man standing at the nearest street light with his cell phone at his ear.

Reid and Riley took a quick glance at the inconspicuous man across the street and continued their walk. For a moment Riley wondered what that man was thinking and feeling, but that was nothing out of the ordinary. That's exactly the reason she's where she was. She was always reading into people, but this man seemed too unimportant for her to profile. She was too preoccupied in her conversation to care enough anyway.

The man at the light crossed the street ahead of the pair's path and turned to walk toward them. As he did so, the man widened his stride and quickened his pace. They were within feet of each other when the man carried out his keen plan. As fast and efficient as a bullet, the man walked by Riley, grabbed her, and put his arm around her neck; restricting her movements. He took out a pistol and pointed it to her head, threatening Reid.

Along with the hood, this man wore dark tinted sunglasses, making him completely unrecognizable. Instinctively Reid pulled out his own gun and timidly pointed it at his challenger.

As they stood in this short face-off, everyone frozen to their place, a van pulled up alongside them. The driver stepped out, leaving the vehicle on, and walked up to the group.

"Drop the gun!" the newcomer ordered in a deep, commanding voice. The two men are dressed in the same, disguised manner- hoods and sunglasses.

Reid looked at Riley and saw his concern reflected in her eyes. They were out powered and had no way to control this situation. Neither knew what would happen if Reid cooperated, but what they did know was obvious; if he didn't put the gun down there would be serious consequences.

Reid knew he had to put it down, but doubt clouded his judgment, filling his mind with questions. What's going to happen to me after I put the gun down? Will they shoot me? Will they take me with them? The most important question racing through his mind wasn't about him though, it was about the person in real danger; Riley. What will they do with her when no one is trying to stop them? Reid hated this feeling of vulnerability. He faced it all his life and there was nothing he could do about it.

"I said drop the gun!" the man's voice boomed. Reid felt useless once again as he lowered his gun to the ground and gave up his last chance of protecting her; his friend.

After bending down to drop the gun, Reid stood up with his hands in the air to indicate his surrender.

"Put your hands behind your back and get down on your knees," the man behind Riley spoke. His voice was the complete opposite of his partners, soft and smooth like butter, but it still had an unspoken force that was hypnotizing.

As Reid did as he was told, the man behind Riley, the man clearly in charge, directed his partner to take the lone gun off the ground. He cooperated of course and placed the gun in the side of his pants. The man then walked to the back of the van, opened the door, went inside, and returned soon after with a long strip of rope. After taking an approving look from his partner, the second man walked over to Reid and pushed him to the closest street sign.

Riley ducked her head and looked away from the scene in front of her. She knew what was going to happen, there was nothing she could do; or was there? An idea emerged in her mind and she thought it was a decent plan. Even if it didn't work it couldn't worsen her position. She had nothing to lose.

Riley shifted her gaze away from the sidewalk below her to the base of the street sign. The second hooded man had Reid kneeling in front of the street sign, facing Riley and her captor. His hands were bound with rope behind the post. By the looks of the rope, there was definitely no way he could get out on his own.

The next binding Reid endured was across his mouth; ensuring there would be no shouting for help. The second man then worked his way in front and, after taking an encouraging nod from his partner, took swing after swing at the defenseless agent. A thin trickle of blood could be seen coming from his mouth through the rope that bound him.

As the man was going in for another swing Riley stopped him, "Stop it! You have me and I think you've proven a point." She spat the words out like they were poison. She couldn't see Reid suffer for her.

The second man looked back at his companion for a command. The leader nodded and moved his head toward the back of the van. The second in command walked to the back, pulled a smaller piece of rope out, walked toward Riley, and tied her hands behind her back as well. Riley glared at the man but he wouldn't meet her eye.

The initial captor then began slowly shoving Riley toward the back of the van, still holding her at gun point. As she was walking away from Reid, Riley looked back at him with a gleam of defiance in her eyes and a smirk upon her face. Reid met her eyes with more concern; he had no clue what she was about to do but knowing her, he knew it couldn't be good.

Riley continued her walk without protest until she was almost inside the belly of the beast. She sat down on the ground right in front of her captors. She assumed the man behind her would put his gun away to pull her up to her feet and she would have a chance to fight back. She was badly mistaken.

Instead of returning his gun to the holster, the man kept it pointed toward Riley's head. With his free hand he shoved her skull down to the pavement and ground it into the hot, rough cement below.

As she struggled under his grasp he spoke forcefully to her, "Don't be defiant, girl. It won't help you later on."

With that said he yanked her up with one arm and tossed her into the back of the van. The blonde man slammed the doors and walked back onto the sidewalk with his partner following his every move.

"Let me see his gun," The dominant man ordered.

"Why? You have your own gun," his partner stated.

"Don't question me! Just do as I say!"

The second man pulled Reid's gun out and handed it to his partner delicately. He put his own gun away and looked at Reid's intently. He cocked it and aimed it at his accomplice.

"What are you doing?" he cried. "You need me!"

"Not anymore."

Bang! The gun fired and a body dropped to the sidewalk. The shooter threw the gun at the ground in front of Reid, "Here, you can have this back now." The vile man walked to the driver's seat of the van and sped away.

Reid stared in horror as the van vanished behind numerous buildings. His wrists stung from where he had struggled viciously to help his fallen friend. The whole scene happened so quickly. Riley sat down and was soon shoved closer to the ground by her assailant. From there he slid her head on the road until he finished speaking. As he pulled her up, blood oozed from the side of her head. Small stones and other dirt and debris clung to the gooey fluids, plastering everything closer to her skull. Reid winced as it happened, it looked so dreadfully painful. After that affliction, the blonde man turned and shot his own partner.

The van was long gone when Reid finished reminiscing about his recent predicament. The words that cruel man said rung in Reid's mind, "Don't be defiant girl. It won't help you later on." What did he mean by that? What is he going to do to her? Will he kill her? Grim, dark thoughts consumed his imagination.

Pushing those thoughts aside, Reid assessed his situation. There was nothing he could do to save her now; she was long gone. He was stuck to the pole as a great companion was being taken to her demise. I've failed her! He thought to himself. I'll never be able to do anything right. He hung his head in shame as he waited for someone to come by and help; if anyone would.

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