Hey guys! This is my first CM fanfic… not too sure how this will turn out, but this plot bunny got stuck in my head and wouldn't leave! And now, so my muse doesn't drive me insane, I'm doing something I decided I wasn't going to do because of the stress; have 2 multi-chapter fics going on at once.

Another thing is, I'm too sure if this deserves it's M-Rating, but I'm going ahead and giving it that anyways because of the subject matter and it might get a bit graphic later on.

This AU, so I've played with the character's ages and histories. Please don't get mad or flame me about that. It was purposeful. Another thing; I am not a profiler, so I'm getting all my facts from CM or I'm BSing a lot of the profile-y related things.

So here goes it! Enjoy!

Prologue: Taken

Spencer Reid glanced up from his book to the clock on his bedside table. The red lights flipped from 7:59 to 8:00. Then it started beeping. Spencer was always a cautious child. He knew his mother had to take her medicine at exactly 8:00 PM every night, and while he also knew he attentive enough to know exactly when that time was everyday, he still also made a point of setting an alarm, just in case he was so involved in his readings that he forgot to get up check.

He sighed and closed his collector's edition omnibus Lord of the Rings series, and got up to repeat his twice daily battle with his mother. He didn't bother marking his place in the book, knowing he'd be able to remember.

He grabbed his mother's prescription bottle of Geodon and made his way to her room.

"Mommy?" the five year old child genius said.

His intelligence and having to take care of his mother made him a very mature child. He'd never met his father, who had died three months before he was born in an automobile accident, but nevertheless, was very good at caring for his mom, if it sometimes stressed him out.

"Oh! Spencer! Come in, come in!" said Diana Reid excitedly. She lay alone in a huge, messy bed with books scattered across it. "Mr. Frederickson and I were just discussing Chaucer's contributions to the literary world."

Spencer looked into the empty space that was 'Mr. Frederickson.' "Mm-hmm," he hummed to his mother. "But, uh, you need to take your medicine, so you have to tell Mr. Frederickson goodbye."

Here it comes, thought Spencer. "I'm not taking any of that poison!"

"Mommy, I watched them make it this time… I'm sure it's not poisoned."

"Well, I guess it's okay, then…" she said cautiously. Normally, it would have been so much harder to make her take it and eventually, the only way that would work, would be sneaking it in her food or drink. But since she'd been good about taking it (because Spencer was good at hounding her about it), it became much easier to get her to take her medicine.

She took a 60mg Geodon capsule and then lay down to go back to sleep. Her new dosage of medication really seemed to be doing better. She had less frequent attacks and the ones she did have weren't very serious.

"Goodnight, Mommy," said Spencer.

"Goodnight Spencer,"

Spencer turned to leave her room, but before he could exit his mother called him again.

"Spencer?"

"Yes, mommy?"

"Be careful tonight. I have a bad feeling. Why don't you sleep in here tonight?"

As mature as he was, Spencer was still a five year old and desperately wanted to sleep with his mommy for the night. He nodded and sucked his thumb, a habit they'd never really been able to break him of, and then went to go get ready for bed.

Spencer Reid entered his bedroom to put on his PJs, and got dressed in his favorite long sleeved Star Wars pajamas, and brushed his teeth with his Mr. Spock shaped tooth-brush, before remembering to lock the front door.

He left the bathroom and padded silently on bare-feet down the front hall, through the living room, and to the door. He flipped the lock on the doorknob, and then raised himself up on his tippy-toes to reach the chain lock and the other lock above the nod.

He was starting to turn to go back to his room, when he felt a hand clasp over his mouth, and one grip around his torso, pulling him back against a person far bigger than he. His eyes bugged and he clawed at the hand on his mouth, while trying to scream and kicking his legs futilely.

Well, until he felt the hand on his torso leave for a moment, the go upwards, towards his neck and held a knife there. He immediately stopped his struggles.

"Now," he heard a deep male voice say, "are you going to be good and do what I say, or am I going to have to go hurt mommy?"

He took his hand away to let the boy answer.

Spencer choked on his fear and started crying, helplessly.

"What?" asked the voice, pressing the knife a bit closer to the small boy's thought and drawing a small line of blood.

"Y-yes," he stuttered.

"Yes what?"

"Y-Yes, I'll d-do a-as you s-say."

"Smart boy," said the voice. "Now move," he said, guiding the child forwards, then unlocking the door and forcing him through the door.

It was dark out, and no one was there to see the man bind the small child's hands and feet, then gag and blindfold him, or force him into the back of a van, but nevertheless, it was happening.

Spencer Matthew Reid had never liked the dark, but now he had a reason for it.

Like it? Hate it? Needs improvement?

Tell me what you think! I'm not certain about this fic.

This was a very short chapter… the rest of the chapters will be longer and take place a bit in the future.

Please Review! I just need some feedback on this one.

Thanks for reading! Buh-Bye!

~The Nymph of the River