Chapter 13: Rage

Lina's POV

Two hours ago.

"Spencer!" I yell. "Where are you?" I search around the club, trying to find Spencer. I left him to go to the bathroom and now he's gone.

"Yang, is everything alright?" Hotch says over my earpiece.

"I can't find Reid," I answer, "and I think there might be something wrong with his earpiece, he's not responding."

"Okay, let's regroup at the front bar. It's getting too crowded. Everyone copies?"

"Copy," everyone replies except for Spencer. A few moments later, the team is together.

JJ fixes her dress a bit. "Where did Reid go?"

"Maybe Pretty Boy ran off with a pretty girl," Morgan jokes and we all roll our eyes.

"Let's split up to look for him," states Hotch. "But don't forget to keep an eye out for the UnSub still. Yang, come with me, we'll search outside in case he goes out." Everyone spreads out and I follow Hotch out the entrance.

"There's no one here," I report. Then suddenly I notice something on the ground. "Wait, Hotch! Over here!"

He quickly runs towards me. "What did you find?""

I pick up an FBI credential. "It's Reid's." I feel fear crawl up my spine. "Something's happened to him."

"I found something as well." Hotch says, holding a blonde wig.

"The UnSub was probably wearing a disguise and he followed her here."

"Are you guys looking for that scrawny kid?" a familiar voice asks. I turn around and see Freddy, lurking in the shadows.

I walk up to him. "Do you know where he is?"

"Yeah, he and I got knocked out by some dude and this red-headed chick that was wearing a wig." Anger flashes across his face. "After that they shoved him in my car and took off with it. Sons of bitches... I even left my cell phone there."

"Wait, you said your phone is in there?" I ask and he nods. "Hotch, we can get Garcia to trace his phone. It'll most likely be at the location where they took Spencer."

"Alright then. I'm calling Garcia," Hotch replies. Around ten minutes later, we find out that Freddy's cellphone is at a mansion owned by a man named Tony Sparks, he's also living with his girlfriend Rosalina Kelly. Soon enough, I'm in the car with Hotch and Prentiss, on our way to the UnSubs' mansion.

"Who knew those two would live in a mansion," Prentiss remarks, but I barely register in my head what she's saying. I'm too worried about Spencer, just thinking about the torture he's probably going through sends shivers down my spine. When we arrive, I am already in my bullet proof vest with my gun drawn out in front of me. I hear Morgan and the rest of the team arrive 30 seconds later and they hop out of the car.

"Rossi and Morgan, take the front. JJ and Prentiss, take the sides. Yang and I will go through the back." Hotch takes out his gun.

"Shouldn't we wait for SWAT?" asks Morgan.

"There's no time," he replies, "Reid's life is in danger." We all nod and head into the mansion. Once inside, we clear the rooms, which takes a while since the place is huge. I'm checking the last room in the hallway upstairs when I see that the door is opened, and a voice is shouting coming from inside.

I walk quietly towards the room and quickly move in front of the doorway with my gun in front of me. To my horror, I see Spencer tied up to a bed with the red-headed woman, Rosalina, pointing a gun at him. And on the floor lies Tony, her boyfriend who looks to be dead.

Present

I lie on the floor, exhausted and in pain. I want to call the team for my help but my earpiece is broken. Rosalina is going to kill me and there's nothing I can do.... For some reason, I just can't seem to get myself to get up and fight for my life—I haven't felt like this in years.

After my abduction 3 years ago, I felt like giving up. There was no point in going on with Phoebe dead, she was the only person in my life that cared about me. It took me a while to get back on my feet, but right now that feeling is back again. The feeling of uselessness, tiredness, and pain. And the worst part is that there is nothing that can save me from it.... As I let myself sink into the comforting darkness, I hear a voice—it's Spencer's.

"Lina! Wake up!" he cries. His voice is faint at first, but as I slowly regain consciousness, it gets louder and clearer. "Lina, please!"

All of a sudden, my eyes fly open. I realize that I do have a reason to keep fighting, and that reason is Spencer. I want to be able to hug him again and listen to his voice. I want to confess my feelings for him—and get the chance to kiss him.

"Spencer," I whisper weakly. Then I hear footsteps and strong perfume washes over me.

"Oh, you're awake!" Rosalina exclaims, "now you can watch me kill your precious boyfriend."

I sit up in confusion. "What?"

"Oh, don't act like you can't tell. From the moment you appeared at the doorway his eyes lit up like some stupid kid on Christmas morning. And besides, if you didn't care about him you wouldn't have agreed to lock yourself in this room with me."

I glare at her. "Shut up."

"You know, I was going to shoot you both." Rosalina plays with the gun that she got out from under the bed. "But then, I realize that it would be so much more fun to stab you guys to death." She smiles evilly at me and tosses the gun out through the open window, then she picks up the knife next to Tony's dead body.

"You're gonna regret that." I grin, knowing that she's gotten rid of the only thing that's protecting her.

"Oh, really?" Rosalina retorts, "you're a weak bitch." She lifts her leg up, getting ready to stomp on me. I quickly grab it and lift it up, sending her backwards. I'm about to pin her down but she rolls away quickly and stands up. She reaches for the knife that she dropped but I kick it away.

"I'm not letting you lay another finger on Spencer!" I growl, giving her a death stare.

"Ugh!" Rosalina grunts as she lunges for the knife. I grab onto her, trying to pull her back but she turns around and punches me in the face, making me fall backwards. She reaches for the knife and charges at me so I use her momentum and flip her over my shoulder, nearly taking myself out while doing that since she's a lot taller than me."You bitch!" Rosalina stands up, reaching for the vase on the table and smashes it. She then uses a glass shard as a knife.

I prepare to defend myself. "C'mon, bring it on!" But then watch in horror as she deeply slashes Spencer's torso, making him scream and writhe in pain.

"You like that?!?" Rosalina shrieks hysterically.

Suddenly, I feel my whole body fill with rage. Rage I have never felt before. "Get off of him!" I snarl. My vision turns red as I lunge towards Rosalina and push her off of Spencer. Using the knowledge and skill I have from my black belt in karate, I land a combination of roundhouse kicks and punches to her and I don't stop, even when my knuckles feel like they're on fire. Using all my strength, I deliver a spinning kick to her head, knocking her onto the floor. But I'm not done yet, I continue to beat her face with all my strength, channeling my rage with each punch.

I think about people like her, who hurt others. Like how Michael killed those girls including Phoebe, and tortured me. Then I think about how my birth mother left me when I was only seven, leaving me in this cold, cruel world. I take all the pain in my life and turn it into anger for each blow I deliver. I want Rosalina to feel the pain that Spencer felt when she and her pathetic partner tortured him.

Suddenly, I feel someone grab my arm. I look up and see Morgan, staring at me with fear and worry in his eyes.

"Yang, she's dead!" Morgan yells.

"Derek?" I look down at the bloody mess of what used to be Rosalina's face. The red vision begins to fade and my body stops shaking from rage. I let Morgan help me stand up and move away from Rosalina's lifeless body.

"Lina!" a voice shouts.

I turn around and see JJ as she rushes to wrap her arms around me. I feel myself panting hard and start to get a bit dizzy. "JJ...." I hold on to her for support.

"It's okay now, you're okay," she whispers softly.

I frown at her and sniffle a bit. "Why did you guys come in? What if Rosalina was still armed?"

"We heard Spencer yelling from the open window," Hotch answers, coming up from behind JJ.

Then all of a sudden, I remember that Spencer is still injured. "Where's Spencer?" I ask frantically, realizing that he isn't tied up on the bed anymore.

Hotch puts a hand on my back. "The medics already took him away." I nod and breathe a sigh of relief.

"We need to get you checked out." JJ gestures towards my bloody face and knuckles.

"Yeah, okay," I respond. My adrenaline is beginning to wear off and every cut and bruise on my body is starting to hurt. Pretty soon, I'm at the hospital getting stitches and scans.

"I'm surprised you didn't break anything, Agent Yang," the doctor says and I chuckle. "But you do have a couple of bruised ribs so you'll need plenty of rest." She smiles kindly at me.

"Yes, Doctor. Thank you." I sigh. "How's Spencer doing?"

"He lost a lot of blood and is in surgery right now, but we'll give you and your team an update soon," she answers and I nod.

"O-o-okay, thank you." My hands are trembling from worrying about Spencer. After getting bandaged up, I wait in the waiting room with the rest of the team.

"Yang, may I speak with you outside, please?" Hotch asks me.

I follow him out the door. "What do you want to speak to me about, sir?"

He looks at me, concern fills his eyes. "Lina, are you okay?"

I look at him in surprise, he rarely uses my first name. "Yes, sir, I'm fine." I give him a small smile.

"Are you sure?" He furrows his brows. "I mean, I know that you and Spencer were getting attacked so you had to defend yourself—but from what I saw, that... that was a lot of rage."

"Sir, I promise you, I'm fine. She stabbed Spencer which made me mad."

"So you're sure it had nothing to do with your past?" He raises an eyebrow.

I sigh. "I guess seeing Spence getting tortured brought back some bad memories." Hotch knows everything about my past, since he was the one who hired me and gave me the psychological evaluation.

"Lina, you were left by your mother at a very young age, survived the Flesh Carver, and dealt with depression. I want you to know that we're here for you." He surprises me by giving me a hug.

"I know, thank you." Tears well up in my eyes as I hug him back.