Reid sat shivering in the dark musty room, naked except for a pair of rusty metal handcuffs bolted to the floor. A short chain was attached to them giving him a small amount of room to shift positions. His mind was racing as his body was still. No one knew where he was. No one would know how to find him. No one would even have a clue he was missing yet.

The team had been given the weekend off after a particularly tiring case. There was no new cases in immediate danger and Hotch made the executive decision that everyone needed a break. The job was hard both mentally and physically and under any other circumstances Reid would have greatly appreciated the time off. However now that break could be the reason he would be dead.

He shuddered and tried not to think about what would or could happen to him. Yet his mind still went to all the victims they weren't able to save in time. All the pictures JJ presented, the mutilated bodies, the corpses discovered far too late. Silent tears slid down his pale cheeks and the back of his head began to ache where he had been hit with a metal object, knocking him out and causing him to wake up here.

He was only trying to help. He truly hadn't believed it would end like this. He let out a soft chuckle. "I can't believe for one second I actually thought there were good innocent people in this world. I work with serial killers and sadists and I didn't even think to tell anyone where I was going." He began laughing harder all while tears continued to flow down his face. The laughter ended as abruptly as it had begun and he was forced to once again think about his fate.

He searched the small room for cameras and spotted a small one tucked away in a corner. Reid was positioned directly in the middle of the metal confinement, the camera having the perfect view of him. "Bryan probably thinks I'm crazy now." He thought with a smile, "If that's even his real name."

A Bryan Hardy had contacted Reid after a seminar on linguistics given at the local community college. A man around the same height as Reid with a slightly bulky build approached the agent as he was exiting the lecture hall and introduced himself.

"Dr. Reid! Hi, I'm Bryan Hardy and I just have to say that I think what you do is so amazing. I mean you've contributed to catching so many serial killers using things like linguistics, it's crazy!"

"Thank you," Reid replied. He was used to having fans of FBI trying to get exclusive looks at what it's really like. "Do you have an interest in criminology?"

Bryan laughed as he rubbed the back of his neck nervously. "Yeah," he said, "Yeah I actually do. I really want to join the FBI as a matter of fact."

Reid gave a curt smile to the man. "I hope that works out for you then Bryan. The agency is always looking for good agents. It was nice to meet you." The doctor turned to walk away.

"Wait!" Bryan called. "I totally understand if you don't want to do this but I was wondering if you could give me your phone number or an email or something. It just would really be nice if I had someone who could give me advice about all of this and let me know what the FBI is really like.." He trailed off desperately awaiting a response. Reid quickly mulled the idea over in his head, but couldn't think of a reason not to help him out.

He handed his card to the man with a small smile. "Just call or email me. I'll try to help you out when I can"

"Thank you so much!" Bryan grinned at the agent.

"No problem." Reid returned the smile and walked out of the room to the car waiting for him leaving Bryan staring at the card.

Reid quickly snapped out of it, the reality of the situation consuming his mind. He curled up in a fetal position on the floor and tucked his hands under his head. Tears welled up in the corner of his eyes as he wondered what would happen to him in the near future and prayed the team would find him before it was too late.


Hey hope you all like the story so far! Next chapter will be up soon. Let me know what you think! :) also disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds or anything like that