This idea got into my head and I had to write it! This is me trying to make up for not updating as much this past week-sorry about that guys.

Reid groaned as he woke. His head was fuzzy. A bright light was shown above him. He struggled to piece together his memory. The last thing he remembered doing was driving in blazing hot desert, driving away from Las Vegas. Dealing with his mother that day had gotten exhausting and he didn't want to deal with the city. He needed to be alone.

Then something happened...he lost control of the tire...he hit one of the phone lines...everything went blank.

And he woke up here...he was still trying to figure out where here was.

"So you're awake," said a male voice. He looked over to his shoulder, trying to adjust his eyes sight. A man was there with a tray. He stared at Reid.

"You hungry?"

"Where...am I?" He tried to sit and groaned. He collapsed.

"Don't try and sit up. You're leg's broken." It was then Reid noticed his leg had been risen and put in almost like a sling that hung to the cealing. "And you're ribs are broken also."

He believed it.

"Sir..."He licked his lips, trying to find words. "I appreciate you helping me, but I need to go to the hospital."

"No hospital," the man said sternly. "They don't know shit."

Reid's eyesight was returning. The man was middle aged. Decent looking with odd looking eyes. They were hazel but something was off about it...and his smile. It seemed kind and yet sinister at the same time. He glanced around the room he was in. It looked like it was part of a cabin. A dresser was in front of him with a mirror. Each of the walls were blank. A night stand was next to the bed. There was a lamp on it.

"I...really need to leave."

"Can't leave with a broken leg!" The man declared. "Besides, you haven't had any food in you."

Reid tried to ignore his stomach's growls.

The man smiled that almost sinister smile that gave him chills and placed the tray on his chest.

"Eat up," he said and nodded to the grilled cheese and tomato soup Reid stared at it, his stomach flipped. Something about this...wasn't right.

"At least let me call my team..."

"No cell phone service."

"Do you have a phone I could use?"

"Nope, took it out years ago. Worthless junk."

The man seemed determined to keep him in this isolated room. Nervously he licked his lips.

"Wh...why are you doing this?"

"Because I'm a fan of yours, Dr. Reid," the man smiled and he looked surprised. "Oh yes, I know your name well. You are a profiler. And now it's my turn to profile you. What's the real Dr. Reid like? I bet know one knows." The man grinned. "And I'm going to be the first to find out."

Reid swallowed and sweat trickled down his face.

"Now eat!" The man sounded sterner now.

Slowly he picked up the grilled cheese and took a tiny bite out of it.

He wanted to vomit. This was all happening so fast.

The man smiled in approval as he stood at the doorway.

"Don't worry Dr. Reid, I'll be back real soon," he promised as he started to close the door. "You won't be alone for long."

As he shut it Reid tried to collect himself and tried to think of a way to escape at the moment. But right then he could barely move and he didn't have his cell phone on him. His captor made sure of that. His eyes widened in horror as he finally felt a needle was stuck in his arms.

Drugs...damn it! He threw the sandwhich down in horror and disgust and it was then when the first tear rolled down his cheek as he realized how utterly alone and helpless he really was.