Title- Criminal Minds-One of Our Own

Rating- T

Characters-Aaron Hotchner, David Rossi, Derek Morgan, Emily Prentiss, Spencer Reid, JJ Jareau, Penelope Garcia

Disclaimer-I own no rights to Criminal Minds or the characters. No money was made from this fic, but I hope everyone enjoys it

Comments-I'd like to dedicate this to Marti and Dawn and hope you both enjoy the story. Thanks to Marti for the wonderful beta.

James Branch Cabell once said, "The optimist proclaims that we live in the best of all possible worlds, and the pessimist fears this is true." Right now he wasn't sure if he was a pessimist or an optimist, but he was sure he was in the worst of all possible worlds.

Aaron Hotchner was cold, colder than he'd felt when George Foyet had repeatedly stabbed him. Darkness surrounded him, but he knew that wouldn't last long. Whoever was behind his kidnapping wanted to make damn sure he wouldn't escape his prison. He shifted his legs, wincing as needles and pins spread throughout his lower limbs.

Aaron moved his legs and heard the clink of the length of chain attached to his right ankle. He silently cursed his inability to move as he tugged on the cuffs encircling his wrists. He had no idea how much time had passed since he'd first awoken to the darkness and the discovery that he was a captive of an unsub who seemed to want to remain nameless and faceless.

Aaron occupied his mind with trying to figure out who would want to put him 'on ice' and realized the list was endless considering his work with the BAU. He tried again to pull himself up, but he couldn't seem to find the strength to do so. A sound near his head made him wince as he realized the rat was back and he wondered when the damn thing would be brave enough to crawl closer and see if he was part of the natural food chain.

Aaron let his head rest against the cold stone wall and kept his eyes closed as he listened to the rat. His stomach rumbled, the noise reminding him that he hadn't eaten since before the meeting with his team at the end of the last case. He had no idea how long ago that was, but if the arid feeling in his throat was any indication it had to be at least 24 hours.

Aaron felt his mind drifting, but jumped when he felt something scurry across his fingers and knew the rat had finally crossed the barrier between curiosity and fear. Now the fear was his own as his squeamish stomach churned. Whoever his captor was remained faceless and nameless, but the fear he coveted was evident in the way Aaron tried to make himself invisible to the creatures sharing his cell.

TBC