"Hotch! Morgan! Emily! JJ! Where are you! Hotch!" Dr. Reid yelled violently running down the long dark hall way. The only light was from the small light bulbs hanging loosely from the ceiling every ten feet. There were no doors lining the hall and it looked like it went on from miles. "Hello, anyone there? Please, Hotch, Morgan, anyone!"

Reid was starting to panic. He could feel his heart pumping through his chest. Sweat poured down his face, and his eyes darted back and forth as he ran faster and faster. 'Calm down!' He ordered himself. 'Don't panic! Stop running so fast, your going to over heat, and get to tired, maybe have an asthma like attack!' Slowly he started to gain back control.

As he slowed he found that he was breathing hard and was out of breath. 'Take a break. Calm down and rest. Running is not helping right now.' He coxed himself to stop. Carefully he lend on the wall placing himself so that he could see both ways down the hall.

He had only been stopped a second when a sound like a foot step echoed through the hall. Reid jumped off the wall and looked around going in a circle. "H...hello?" He called continuing to turn. "Is anyone there? Hotch?!" It was silent for a second then another foot step rang through the dim hall. "Hello, who's there?"

Now the foot steps rang toward him second after second. "Hotch?" He called but there was no reply, only the sound of someone coming toward him. The panic was starting to return.

He looked down the way the sound was coming. He was not sure now if it was the way he had come or the way he was going since he had turned in circles so much. As it started to get louder and louder he started to back up. "Hello?" He continued to call, but yet there was no response. Seconds past till he finally lost it. He turned and started to run.

Fear and panic raced through him. "HELP! HELP ME!" He called over and over even though he knew that there was little chance of someone hearing him. As the foot steps grew closer his cried grew. "SOMEONE HELP ME! PLEASE, HOTCH, GIDEON, ANYONE!"

Now he was in complete panic. He called for Gideon even though there was no chance he was here. Reid needed someone, though, and Gideon had been there in the past. Gideon was his savoir, even though he had left him. Now Reid needed him more then ever.

In mid stride he felt something hit him on the head. He fell to the ground with a loud thud. He could feel warm blood mixing in with his hair. That feeling was quickly gone when he felt a cold hand grab his ankle.

"HELP! PLEASE DON'T!" He shouted and a few tears started to cloud his vision. "GIDEON SAVE ME!"

Reid turned onto his back and tried to pull away. It was to dark to see the man's face, other then the bright green eyes starting at him. He pulled his legs and kicked, tried everything he could to get free, all he could feel was the tightening grip of the man, though. In the thrashing he hit his head on the hard floor. The world started to grow dark and fuzzy.

"PLEASE! NO! HELP! SOMEONE!" He cried. Then the world went dark, and that was the last thing he could remember.

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As the world came back into focus Reid became confused. Where was he? Was his team ok? What had happened? Why did his head hurt so much?

Soon everything came back to him. He was in an 'underground world'. His team had gone missing less then 12 hours ago, and he had gone after them. He was followed, hit on the head, and captured. He could feel that his arms and legs were bond, and he was lying on a hard floor. So now he was most likely in some small room that was meant to be his cage.

Light started to fill his eyes as he opened them slowly. It was like looking into the sun, and it seemed to take an hour to adjust. The first thing he noticed was that he was in a small cement room and from what he could see there was no door. Then as his eyes wondered the walls looking for the missing item, the one thing he needed more then anything right now, he noticed that he was not alone.

Fear filled him when he noticed the man standing feet in front of him. He was tall, but then again Reid was lying on the ground. He had jet black hair that was the same length as Hotch's. Out of everything Reid recognized the piercing green eyes. This was the man who he had seen before, this was his capturer.

He pushed himself back till be found the wall looking like a worm sliding side-ways. Then he forced himself into a sitting position and stared at the man. No matter what Reid was going to make sure he got a good look at this guy. He had placed himself so that no light hit his face, though, and it was hard to see his features.

"Hello, Spencer." The man said, his voice was cold and sent a chill down his back.

"W…what do you want?" Reid ordered in a hoarse voice.

"You Spencer, I want you!" He laughed back. With all of his might Reid fought back the tears swelling in his eyes. No matter what he was not going to let his see him cry. That was one thing he could not give up.

"What did you do with my friends?" He asked sharply determined to get the conversation off him.

"Agents Hotchner, Morgan, Prentiss, and Jareau are fine, their in a few rooms down, actually."

"W…what did you do?" He asked fearful yet happy. He was right; this was the guy who had his friends, though they were all in grave trouble.

"They'll live, maybe." The words hit Reid like a stone wall. What did that mean? This was his entire fault! He should have saved them; he's the genius after all. If anyone he could figure this out, that's what Gideon would have said, it's what Gideon had said! He should have seen it was a trap. "You might what to see this."

A slip of paper fell to the ground a few inches from his feet. Reid had not seen his capturer holding it so it came as a shock. Slowly he reached for it with his bond hands dreading every centimeter he moved. Grasping it he pulled back till he was against the wall again. He was not ready to see this. It could be his friends mingled bodies for all he knew.

With shaky hands he held it so he could see it. It took a few seconds for his eyes to see the writing on it. There was something familiar here; it was his hand-writing! It only took s fraction of a second for his to read it and realize where it was from.

Dear mom,

We caught the Miami Killer today. The raid went really well, no-one was hurt. On the flight back Morgan, Hotch, Emily, and I played Poker, wail JJ took a nape. For the last few days she has seemed down, maybe family problems, I am sure it is nothing though. Back to the Poker games, I won most of the games. Morgan got kind of mad, like always, but he is just playing. I thing it has something to do with the fact that I am smarter then him, he just wants to find some way to make me feel more like the others, I don't know though. Hotch seemed kind of sad as we played. I think it is because he thinks of his family. He has been having a hard time lately. I am almost the same age as his brother, though, so I try and act like his little brother, I think it makes him feel better. I wish you good.

Love,

Spencer Reid

"I wrote this to my mother two weeks ago!" Reid exclaimed looked up form the paper.

"I have weeks of your letters." The words hit hard. That meant that his mom hadn't gotten any of his letters. She must be so terrible sad or worried.

Then the truth of it hit him. This explained everything. How the unsub knew so much, and why he went after his friends. How could he have let this happen? He was the one who put them in danger. How could he have said so much? Why had he not seen the threat before?

"W…what do you want with me!" Reid demanded locking eyes with the man.

"Don't you know?'

Reid was about to answer with a witty response when his thoughts started to race. He had gotten his letters that meant that he had some connection to the mail. He had also been able to again axis to Stephanie Colgate's home, and had to have military or police background to have made the shot at Kenneth Owens.

"Michael!"

"Very good Spencer."