Why won't these plot bunnies just STOP? In my defense I do try to update older fics as much as possible!

Prologue

Reid groaned. His head was fuzzy. His body was numb. Numb and cold. He shivered in response to that feeling.

He found himself naked, and curled into a fetal position.

But he wasn't dead, though he didn't know why. He didn't even know how he got there...whereever there was. Confusion surrounded him. His memory was hazy. And that scared him more than anything.

It was nighttime as he looked around. He saw he was somewhere in the woods. He couldn't stop his teeth from chattering. His lips were blue. His hands were frostbitten. His toes thankfully weren't.

He stood up, and as he did so his legs wobbled. He used the trees as a way to balance, as he tried to find his footing. He winced as he stepped on the branches, causing his skin to bleed. He groaned when he stepped foreward. His ribs were hurting. He hugged them gently. His hair was wet and limp, his body was wet too-like he had been dunked in water.

He didn't even remember being taken. And he had no clue on how he got here.

"HELP!" He shouted as he stumbled around, naked, in the darkness. "Anyone! Help!"

Tears formed in his eyes.

Panic seized him. He didn't like the dark. He hated it in fact. And who knew what kind of animals were out here? Wherever here was.

"Help! Anyone out here? Anyone at all!"

He tripped over a log and collapsed onto the ground. It was then he started to sob. He hated crying, like he was a little kid, but everything was so jumbled up, so confusing. he couldn't think straight...and he was so so alone. And lost. And terrified.

And he had no idea what had happened and who took him. That frightened him more than anything else.

He shivered as he closed his eyes, wanting to rest for a while.

Finally daytime blanketed him, chasing away the night, a couple hiking nearby spotted him and instantly called the police. When they asked who he was he suddenly realized that he didn't even remember his name.


"Where's Reid?" Morgan asked as he walked into the breifing room.

"He called yesterday," said Hotch as he calmly looked at the folder. "He went to see his mother, she was getting sicker it sounded like.

"I hope everything's all right," JJ said quietly. Morgan also lookd concerned.

"So do I," said Hotch honestly. "But we have a case to work on."

As they got back to work little did they know the true situation their friend and collegue was in and how terrified and lost the young man was without them or his memory.