Derek woke to someone shaking him. He grunted, swatting the hands away, until he realized.

He lives alone. His eyes shot open, suddenly alert, to see JJ kneeling over him. He pushed her away, sitting up, his ears suddenly ringing.

"Don't move to fast," She instructed. He looked at his surroundings. He was no longer in his bed located in his apartment, but sitting upon a hard concrete ground. The room was dimly lit, and the far wall wasn't actually a wall, but a row of closely banded iron bars, keeping him inside, like a jail cell. There was a gap of about five feet, and then a large heavy door, but it was too dark to see what exactly the door was made out of.

"Are you okay?" He finally decided to ask, realizing that Where are we, or What happened, would only be answered with an I don't know.

"Yeah, you?"

"I got a bad headache,"

"I think we were all drugged," JJ said, motioning towards the ground near them, where the other members of their team were laying, unconscious.

He took a mental roll call. Hotch was farthest from him, next to him was Rossi, who was lying on his back, his mouth slightly parted. Closest to him was Emily, and in between Emily and Rossi was Garcia.

"Where's Reid?" Morgan asked.

"Hopefully at home, sleeping in his bed,"

"Have the others woke up yet?"

"Not yet, I was the first one. You started making noises in your sleep a few minutes ago." JJ responded, helping him up.

"We gotta get them to wake up, if we're gonna get out of here," Morgan said, leaning over to examine Prentiss.

"Prentiss...Emily… Can you hear me?" JJ asked, now next to Morgan. A groan sounded from across the room at that moment. Hotch had woken up.

"Morgan?" He asked, his eyes hazy. Hotch was wearing a t-shirt and sweatpants, which was the most casual Derek had ever seen him in.

"We were drugged, Hotch."

"Where's Reid?" Hotch asked, looking around wearily.

"I wish I knew," JJ responded. Hotch slowly rose to a standing position, looking down at Rossi's sleeping figure.

"We have to get out of here," Hotch said after a moment of silence between the trio.

"Agreed," Morgan said.

"JJ, see if you can find any spots that you could get out of. Morgan and I will try to wake the others up."

JJ nodded, setting off to do her given task, while Morgan leaned over Emily again, grabbing onto her shoulders and shaking.

Emily's eyes snapped open, and her hand was suddenly pressed against Morgan's throat, until she realized who it was.

"What the hell?" She asked, "Where am I?"

"Do you remember anything?" Hotch asked her.

"I remember going to sleep after having a glass of wine," She said, "What happened?"

"We were drugged and brought here," Morgan said, "No idea who the unsub is, or where we are,"

"Or unsubs," Rossi's voice said, as he sat up, rubbing his head, "We all woke up at the same time, which means whatever drug that was administered to us was done so at around the same time, which means that there are six unsubs,"

"At least," Emily added as Morgan extended his hand to her, helping her up.

"Where's Reid?" Rossi asked.

"We don't know. Hopefully at home, still sleeping, or at work, I can't tell what time it is, there's no windows." JJ said, "And no way to get out,"

"Damn," Emily swore and Derek started to wake Garcia up.

"I'm up, I'm up," She mumbled, "Wha's going on?"

"Wish I knew, sweetheart," Morgan said to her. Garcia sat up, looking at her surroundings.

"Oh my god," She whispered, "Where are we?"

"We don't know," Rossi said.

"Where's Reid?"

"We don't know,"

"Perhaps," a new voice called, opening the heavy door and walking into the space in front of the metal bars, "I can shed some light on the situation?"

"Who are you?" Morgan yelled, "Why'd you take us?"

"All in good time, Agent Morgan. But for now, I have your friend, Dr. Reid, upstairs, tied down to a chair. It's amazing how compliant he is, when he realizes that all of your lives are on the line."

"Is Dr. Reid hurt?" Hotch asked, his voice cool. You wouldn't know he was distressed if you didn't know him.

"Not yet. One of you gets to come up and visit him for a small while, who should it be?"

"You better not hurt him, you son of a-!"

"Morgan," Hotch said in warning, hushing the younger agent.

"Oh, it's Dr. Reid's choice in whether or not he gets hurt."

"What do you mean?" JJ asked, glaring at the man. Although it was dark, she could make out basic features. Tall, muscular, short hair.

"Miss Garcia, would you like to see how Dr. Reid is doing?" Garcia caught Hotch's eye with a terrified expression. Hotch nodded.

"Yeah, I would," She said in a small voice.

"Good, good. And just in case," He produced a gun from the waist band of his pants, "One of you gets any ideas. If you try to escape, Dr. Reid's punishments will only be more severe. Are we understanding each other?" The man asked. The ground nodded sullenly, "Good. Come here, dear," He motioned towards Garcia. She slowly moved towards the iron bars, and he reached in his pocket, digging a set of keys out, and unlocking the door, all while still pointing the gun at her.

The team remained silent, watching their friend and colleague, praying that she would not be hurt.

She exited the cell, and he wrapped an arm around her shoulder, making Morgan's stomach clench uncomfortably.

He hoped that she would be alright.

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Reid looked up from his chair as he heard two sets of foot steps. His heartbeat pounded painfully in his chest, reminding him that he was in a bad situation.

Steven, the man that was behind kidnapping Reid, came into view.

No! Reid thought.

"You said you wouldn't hurt them!" He cried, looking at Garcia, who had a terrified expression on her face.

"Dr. Reid, does she look hurt to you? A little ruffled, maybe, but her feathers are still quite intact, don't you think?"

"Are you okay?" Garcia asked him.

"Did I give you permission to speak to him?" Steven asked her, pushing her down into the chair that was nailed to the floor as he did.

He got a pair of hand cuffs, no doubt a pair that he had confiscated from Reid in the process of abducting him, and handcuffed Garcia to the chair.

"You or her?" Steven asked him.

"Excuse me?"

"You or her?" He asked again. He sighed, "I am going to beat one of you, and I'm letting you, Dr. Reid, to decide who. You, or her?"

"Me," Reid said without hesitation, not daring to look at Garcia.

"Reid..." Garcia whispered. Steven made a 'tsk' noise.

"Miss Garcia, I've blatantly told you that I did not give you permission to speak to him. Now his punishment will only be worse."