Author's notes: This story takes place during the second season, before the season finale. Possible spoilers for Revelations, Jones, Ashes and Dust.

Of course, I own nothing but the dvds. However if any of the actors want to become my slaves...

Opening

The BAU team was glad to be back at headquarters. It had been a long week, a difficult case. They had started Friday a week ago and worked nonstop since. Each person was looking forward to the weekend. After landing at Quantico, the group reunited with Garcia. They gathered for a few minutes to finalize paperwork and discuss plans for their days off before heading their separate ways.

Spencer Reid hurried down the stairs of the dimly lit subway station. He couldn't wait to get home; his weekend was already planned out carefully. The subway was crowded as usual, and he had to push his way onto a car with standing room only. He leaned tiredly on the wall, trying to block out the noise, waiting for his stop to come.

Twenty minutes later the train slowed, and Reid stood by the door with the other debarking passengers. Before the doors opened, he felt a hard object pushing his ribcage and a harsh voice whispering in his ear.

"Get off, turn right, and walk to the next platform. I'll be right behind you so don't cause a scene or do anything stupid."

Emily Prentiss knew something was wrong the moment she opened her apartment door. She'd turned down drinks with Garcia and JJ, anxious to get home and relax a little. She stood in the doorway, her mind raced as she considered her options. 'Should I call for backup? Should I get the manager? Geez, I'm an armed FBI agent. I can handle a burglar!'

After a few moments hesitation, she went in, gun drawn, eyes quickly scanning every object. As she slowly walked down the dark hallway, a tight tripwire caught her ankles. Her head made contact with the tiled floor, and her eyes swam from pain. She struggled to fight unconsciousness; rough hands grabbed her arms and tied them together at the wrists.

"From the gentleman at the bar." The waiter set two drinks on the table in front of Jennifer Jareau and Penelope Garcia. They glanced over to the well-dressed man smiling at them. JJ didn't normally take drinks from strangers, but she lifted the glass, smiled back, and took a couple of sips so he wouldn't think her rude. Garcia moved to do the same, but JJ quietly stopped her. "Just in case," she said teasingly, but she was serious. Garcia understood, and the two continued the previous conversation.

Half an hour later, JJ regretted taking the drink. She was sure it was either extra strong or drugged. Her head spun, her stomach churned, and her legs didn't want to cooperate. She and Garcia slowly made their way arm in arm across the parking lot to Esther. As Garcia helped JJ into the passenger seat, a gruff voice sounded behind them.

"Don't even think about reaching for the gun. Both of you get out and come with me."

They looked up to see two guns trained on them. Garcia, not being a trained field agent, didn't know how to react. JJ was too out of it to defend them, but she made a valiant effort before taking a knockout hit to the temple. She was lifted and hauled to a vehicle, Garcia herded along behind her with a .44 to her head.

Derek Morgan awoke with a start, his ringing phone jerking him from sleep. As he groped about for the phone, his eyes strayed to the clock- 4:15. Too early. 'This better be good.' He was surprised to see Reid's number on the caller ID. Usually only Hotch called at this hour. What could Reid want this early in the morning?

"This better be good Reid," he grumpily muttered into the phone.

"Oh it is," a harsh, raspy voice answered him. "You have one hour. Be at 1575 W. 32nd St. Don't be late and don't call the others or you'll be sorry."

"Wait, who is this?" The line was already dead as he yelled his question. 'Damn! What's going on here?' He didn't have any more time to wonder about it. Someone had Reid, and he couldn't risk something happening to him. He leaped out of bed and dressed hurriedly. After taking a minute to Mapquest the address, he was off.

Thirty-five nervous minutes later, Morgan was almost there. The address wasn't far from him, but the early traffic slowed his drive considerably. Finally he was out of it and on a smaller road. He was having trouble concentrating on the road, his mind consumed with worry. Suddenly his car jerked forward violently, and he fought to maintain control. The vehicle continued pushing his. He swerved back and forth across both lanes, avoiding parked cars and dividers, and finally crashing to a stop against a large tree. His head slammed hard into the windshield, leaving him dizzy and off-balance. He leaned heavily on the door as he fumbled with the handle, its sudden opening spilling him out onto the ground. As he struggled to his feet, a man walked over and grabbed him by the neck. A few hits of skull to glass, and Morgan was down without a fight.