I woke up slowly, almost drowsily, and tried to take in my surroundings. It was bright. Too bright. And it was noisy. I definitely wasn't in his basement any more. A small smile made its way onto my face for the first time in weeks and I forced myself to wake up quickly and take in my surroundings. It wasn't home but it was better than that awful basement.

"She's still traumatised. She's still behaving like she lives there. I think it'll take a while." I heard a male voice speak, although for some reason it sounded like it was in a bubble. "Her body is having bad withdrawals from the drugs too, we're having to keep her medicated and hydrated throughout the day. She'll probably be here for the next few days at least." What are they talking about? Finally forcing myself to wake up I looked around the white, clinical hospital room I was in and saw the empty bed to my left. I looked down and saw I was sitting in the chair. Why would I chose to sleep in this chair rather than a bed?

"Ok thank you. Is it possible for us to talk to her?" A stern males voice asked him. I looked towards the door to my room and saw a group of people talking to a doctor. Why would they want to speak to me? It must have been about my time with that man. They want to know what happened to me.

"Sure, just be careful. We haven't spoken about it to her so we don't know how she'll react." He said as a group of people made their way into my room. I recognised a few of them as the people who tried to talk the guy down when he had his knife to my throat. I moved my hand up to my neck and traced where it had been but luckily there was no mark. There was, however, an IV line in that arm, hooked up to some pouches of liquid on a stand.

"Grace?" The female I recognised spoke to me. She was pretty, with dark hair framing her face. "My name in Emily. We're agents with the BAU. Do you mind if we talk to you about what happened?" I shook my head. I went to stand up and held my hand out for her to shake but my legs gave out from underneath me, making me fall into a male agent next to her.

"I'm sorry!" I said tearfully. He helped me back but sat me on the edge of the bed. It was too soft. I didn't like it. I quickly swung myself into the chair and looked up at them, hoping they weren't judging me.

"Are you okay now?" The male agent asked me and his voice lit up my ears. It was him. The one I had spoken to on the phone. The one who had kept his promise and saved me. I let out a sob and held my hands over my face as my mind had flashbacks of everything that had happened. Getting ready for my night out, being kidnapped, being held and forced to eat that drugged up mess, seeing him attack Penny, seeing her dead body, him trying to make me marry him. I heaved at the mere look of him in my mind.

"Sick bowl!" Someone shouted and one was thrust into my hands just in time as I threw up. My mind remembering when I'd been sick after his food and he made me clean it.

"Maybe there's too many of us in here?" Another male agent asked. He had a slight Italian accent.

"Maybe having men in the room isn't a good idea. It could be causing her to have flashbacks." Emily said and they all seemed to agree.

"Spencer." I tried to speak but it came out as a mumbled mess. God why when you need your voice, it isn't there?

"What was that Grace?" Emily stepped closer to me and put her hand on my hand. I took a deep breath in and used every ounce of strength to say it again.

"Spencer." I looked up from the bowl of sick and towards the group of agents at the door. I placed it on the table beside me as I spoke again. "Spencer." I said clearer this time and everyone looked over at this tall, slim male with longish curly brown hair. He let out a small smile as he took some steps towards me and bent down in front of me like Emily was doing.

"Hi Grace." He smiled. "I told you I'd save you." I let out a happy sob and tried to get up again, throwing my arms around him into a hug. I wasn't expecting him to but he put his arms around me too and for a moment, we just hugged gently. I took in the scent of his sweet cologne and felt the warming material of his soft jumper against my skin.

"I'll stay with him. It's probably best to keep it to people she recognises just in case." Emily said again and the rest of the group left the room. I finally stopped hugging Spencer and sat back in my chair, muttering an apology to him.

"So what did you need to know?" I said more confidently than before. Just knowing Spencer was here made me feel safe. That guy couldn't get me any more. He was locked up, hopefully forever!

"I know it's going to be difficult, but we need to hear everything you can remember about what happened. We need to make sure he's locked up for as long as possible and we can't do that without your help." Emily said sweetly, her voice was naturally quite soothing and made me feel at ease. I nodded and took a deep breath in and out.

"In turn if you have any questions, feel free to ask us. If we know the answer we will tell you." Reid smiled at me sympathetically.

"Well we were talking on the phone, getting ready to meet our friend Riley. Penny always overplanned and had the journey planned to a second. She'd told me the meeting time and place and I left. I waited for her for ages but she didn't turn up. I called Riley to see if he'd heard from her but I never got to have that conversation cos he grabbed me and threw me into his van." I shakily grabbed the glass of water from the table and took a sip. I was feeling dry mouthed. I scratched at my hand a little. "I woke up tied to a chair on a table and that's it. I was stuck on that chair the whole time. I don't even know how long we were there."

"Okay Grace, can you tell us what he did to you and Penny while you were there?" Emily asked carefully.

"Gave us a hug! What do you think?" I snapped, instantly regretting it. I slapped my hands over my mouth. "I'm sorry!" I spoke through my fingers. Emily and Spencer exchanged glances.

"It's okay. It's the drug withdrawal." Spencer explained, obviously seeing the worry in my eyes. This whole journey had been terrifying. How do people ever come out of these things normal again?

"He tied us to the chairs the whole time. He would stand down there and make that awful food, laced with drugs, and feed it to us every day. We weren't allowed out of the basement at all. He had a bucket for us to go to the toilet in." I sobbed. I felt humiliated, like a caged animal that was scared and alone. I was put there for someone's amusement, and unless I told the story he could get away with it.

"But you were allowed out once, weren't you?" Spencer prompted. He put his hand on mine and I realised I was sitting how I was when I was down there. My hands were clutching the ends of the arm rests like I was tied to it. I snatched them away and put them in my lap. What was wrong with me? Was I institutionalised?

"Yeah I kept being really nice to him and one day when I got sick from the drugs, he untied me and made me clean it up. Once I had, I asked if I could freshen up and use the bathroom and he let me." I scratched at my hand again and it twitched a few times. I could see them both looking down at them so I put them back in my lap and continued. "He seemed to be more willing to help you if you'd been nice to him. Penny kept fighting him and he kept hitting her because of it." The memories caused the tears to start flowing again. "I tried to warn her. I told her to act good to him but she wouldn't listen."

"Listen, Grace. You did the best you could to help her. She had obviously made up her own mind. I know it's incredibly sad but you have to remember that wasn't your fault, okay?" Emily soothed as she stroked my hair but I jumped away from her. He used to stroke my hair. He did it when he was being nice and it creeped us both out.

"Is there anything else you remember?" Spencer quickly went back to the conversation to save the awkwardness of what had just happened.

"He would call me sweetheart and babe and stroke my hair." I felt nauseous at the thought of it. I didn't want to think about this man any more. "He mentioned a few times that I was the best one so far and that he was on the hunt for his wife. He said if any of them proved to him they weren't going to be one he'd get rid of them. The table had bloodstains on it. He must have sat them in that same chair I was tied to." The nausea was too much and once again I reached for a sick bowl, throwing up whatever contents were in my stomach. It couldn't have been much. I couldn't eat food right now. My mind would just trick me into thinking it was that drugged up gloop.

"I think we should stop now." Spencer said quickly, like he was defending me. "It's obviously a little too raw at the moment." Emily turned to him and spoke in a quiet, low voice but I still heard her.

"Reid, he goes on trial soon and we haven't got much on him! All we know for sure is he kidnapped them. We'd have to wait on autopsy reports and crime scene crews and he'd get released on bail."

"It's okay. I'd rather say it now." I tried to act confidently but somehow I knew these guys weren't buying it. "There's not much more I can remember. A lot of the time we were drugged and bordering unconscious. I vaguely remember him having an argument with Penny before I blacked out and when I woke up she was..." I couldn't say the word. I didn't even really want to think about her because it'd just make me worse. I could barely hold it together as it was. "He threatened me a lot saying I'd end up like her if I didn't do what he said or be nice to him. I was so nice he said I was the one and he wanted to marry me. He said as a final thank you for being so nice he'd give me a phone call as he went to prepare the wedding stuff. That's when I called the police and they put me straight through to you." I looked over to Spencer again and we locked eyes. His light brown eyes were so beautiful yet I could see they held a lot of sadness. I wonder what had gone on in his life for them to hold that much sadness? "That's it though."

"Well, Grace, thank you for talking to us." Emily stood up and brushed her suit down. "We may be in touch with you again soon, we may need you as a witness when he goes on trial. If you say what you said just then he's definitely in trouble!" She smiled cheerfully.

"I hope so!" I smiled, waving goodbye.

"Oh and if you, erm, think of anything else..." Spencer pulled a card from his pocket and handed it to me. "Feel free to give me a call." As I took it off him, he gave me another comforting smile before they turned around and headed for the door.

"Spencer?" I shouted just as they turned the door handle. "Thank you for keeping your promise."