AN: I AM BACK! I need to write as it is my therapy, so you know there will be more kidnapping stories. I always beat up on JJ, so if you don't like that kindly buzz off :) Also, I have not watched any of this season, my stories will remain when Hotch, Morgan and Emily were around...please review and let me know if you have any ideas:

I am not sure if this is a one shot or multi chapter story...

Your head hurts, your body hurts, hell, everything hurts. You are thirsty and as more senses come back to you, emotion begins to swallow you. You begin to panic and suddenly you hear a loud beeping noise and it scares you. You can hear it but you can't see it; you try to move your hands but find that those don't work either.

The beeping becomes louder, more frantic, and your heart rate increases with it. You hear footsteps and shouting, but you cannot see anything.

What the hell has happened?

Oh God, have you been abducted again? Did they find you again? You cannot go through that ordeal again, your PTSD is already pushing itself into every corner of your life. And the more you think about it, the more you numb out.. the more you panic.

And you are fighting now. Fighting to free yourself from the binds that have you held down.

But you find you can't, no amount of fighting is going to free you.

You open your mouth to shout, to scream, to yell out, but you cannot get anything out. You cannot speak.

You blink and force your eyes open again, it is still dark, you cannot see a thing.

Yet, you know there is commotion.

You cannot move, speak or see, but you can smell and hear. And you force yourself to use the only two senses you have left to focus.

It smells of urine and vomit, dirt and blood, it smells horrific and only increases your panic. Why did smell have to stay, why couldn't sight have stayed? And then a bit of rationality kicks in and you remind yourself that that you are blindfolded. Your sight is there.

Suddenly and without warning, you feel a hand brush over your forehead. Gentle and kind, but you pull away having not expected it. A soft voice speaks to you but you cannot understand what is being said, everything is going foggy.

The beeping is slowing down, you feel your heart rate decreasing and without any effort at all, you feel your nails stop digging into your skin. You are exhausted and try as you might, the drug kicks in and soon, you fall into the blissful realm of sleep.

The damn beeping wakes you up, but it is more regular, not nearly as annoying as before. You are warm and no longer soaking wet. In fact, you would dare say you are comfortable.

But you still cannot speak, see or move, and that is driving you insane.

You don't think you are hurt, nothing is hurting you, at least nothing you can feel.

Whoever has taken you captive, obviously wants you alive and well taken care of.

"Agent." A male voice startles you and you jump a bit, as much of the restraints will allow. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to frighten you! You have been asleep for a while!" You turn your head to where you believe he is standing hoping he will at least remove the blindfold, or the restraints, or the gag. And then you feel his hands on you, pressing on you and the beeping starts again.

He must have sensed your panic because the hands instantly stop.

"Agent, do you know where you are?" His voice is soft and you hear additional footsteps. More people?

You shake your head, how the hell would you know where you were? There is a brief pause.

"Agent, my name is Dr. Matthews, I am neurological surgeon…' A surgeon? "You have been in the hospital for six weeks."

A hospital? Neurosurgeon?

He continues

"Agent, we have you intubated, there is a tube down your throat. It is why you cannot talk." Well that makes sense, but why cant you move, or see or… "We had to restrain you so you don't rip out anything, you have been fighting us a bit!"

What happened! Why.. why are you in the hospital?

Instinctually, you shrug your shoulder, trying to motion to get the blindfold off, you want to see him.

There is silence.

"Agent, can you see me?" You shake your head. There is another pause and you hear a click, but are not sure what is happening. "I'm just going to look at your eyes." He explains.

More silence.

And you are starting to understand what is happening. And you know what is happening.

Somehow, someway, you have lost your vision.

You are blind.