A/N Hey guys finally worked out the errors in this story. It has been edited by a beta. (thanks to toosparklyformyowngood.) and I will be posting weekly as this story is complete. YAY! If there are still mistakes don't hate on the beta, please. Because they are human, and everyone makes mistakes, or something gets overlooked. Also, because I was told to look over it just in case as well to make sure I was happy with it. Any who, I also have a sequel in mind for this and reviews are appreciated greatly.

Disclaimer: I DO NOT own criminal minds. If I did our resident genius would find himself in a WHOLE lot more strife than he already does. Any who onto the story. And please let me know if you like it by reviewing or in-boxing me. Bye.

Chapter 1 - Kidnapped

Dr Spencer Reid woke up in a dark room. The cold floor against his forearms was the first sign that this wasn't his hotel room. The second was that his hands and feet were tied, and mouth gagged. From somewhere to his right, Reid could hear someone stirring. The first and only question running through his mind was: Why is it always me?

At that point, he had been shot three times, survived an anthrax attack, and been taken hostage twice. The others were right, he was a danger magnet. The other person in the room started moaning, and Reid swore he knew the voice.

He couldn't believe it. The two youngest members on the team and they had both been taken. How the hell had that happened? What scared him the most was they were in a dark room, and he had no recollection of how they got there. He couldn't even remember their last case. Did the team know they were missing? God, he had a splitting headache. Were they knocked out? Is that why he had a headache? Is that why he couldn't remember what happened? So many questions.

Suddenly there was a bright light in the room hurting Reid's eyes and intensifying his already barely manageable headache. He tried closing his eyes to block out the light, but it was almost like it was under his eyelids.

All he could see was a blinding light. He tried moving away only to realise that his hands were bound to the floor on a short chain. The light started burning his eyes. He couldn't escape it. As suddenly as the light appeared it disappeared leaving spencer unable to see anything other than white and red splotches. After what seemed like hours of not being able to see properly his vision finally cleared, the room was once again dark.

Looking around he could only see silhouettes and could only just make out JJ's shape across the room on the floor, not moving. Spencer was still puzzled on how they had gotten there and where 'there' was.

After about an hour of silence, in which Reid had time to his thoughts, he felt the all too familiar feeling of coming down from a high. How he didn't realise earlier was beyond him, like oh so many other things.

JJ woke up to darkness. Her wrists were tied behind her back and she could feel rope around her ankles. As far as she could tell though, those were the only restraints. As she became more alert she could feel something around her eyes and extending to the back of her head. Blind fold.

Off to the right of the space she could hear stirring. So, she wasn't alone. Was it one of her teammates? Or was it someone she didn't know?

She had only been awake for two minutes and the blind fold was already annoying her. Just then she felt the pounding in her head and before she could stop it, started moaning against the pain. Once the pounding became more manageable she called out but there was no reply.

After her failed attempt to find out who was in the room with her, she decided to go over the previous case.

Unable to see to anything else she went through the case mentally. Eight victims all partners at work; Occupations range from project partners in college to partnered cops on patrol. All of the victims had their throats slashed, mouths taped, and face painted as several different movie villains. The first two victims, George Stevens and Michael Richards, were found behind a diner next to the trash bins their faces painted as the Joker and scar. The next two victims, Marilyn Foster and Jane Rowland were found in an alley way littered with garbage and rats. Their faces were painted as 'Maleficent' and 'The Evil Queen'. The fifth and sixth victims were Amanda Andrews and Patrick McKenna. Found outside a convenient store next to the bins. Faces painted as 'Jaffar' and 'Poison Ivy'. The seventh and eighth victims were Adam Johnson and Amy Lucas. Found outside their office building with a trash can lid on their laps. The face paint was of 'Harley Quinn' and 'Bane'. But that was as much as she remembered.

She couldn't even remember the profile, it would most likely turn out problematic. She wondered if the team realised she was missing. For some reason she was getting the feeling that she knew the other person in the room.

Reid was pulled out of his thoughts by a door opening, trying to distract his mind from the familiar feeling. He was craving the drug now.

He was sure at this point that it was dilaudid. As much as he tried though, his mind never seemed to be entirely distracted.

He tried remembering the last case but came up empty. He tried to recall what he was doing before he was taken but he kept drawing a blank. He couldn't even remember what he ate for breakfast, wasn't sure if he had had breakfast for that matter.

The whole situation was making him frustrated and he just wanted to punch something. Oh, great this again. Shut up. Come on Spencer you know you want it. No, I don't leave me alone. Why? So, you can stay clean? Well sorry but that's gone down the drain, hasn't it? Leave me alone. No. Get out of my head. What scared you're gonna end up like dear old mommy? I said leave me alone. Why. Seeing you argue with yourself is amusing.

"This can't be happening," he said softly vigorously shaking his head. "This is a dream and I am going to wake up in my own bed still clean." Come on spencer you know this isn't a dream. If it is Jennifer found a way to dream the same thing. He was trying to distract himself from his own conscious.

Spencer was too busy trying to reason with himself that he hadn't noticed that the gag had been removed. Or the fact that he was speaking out loud and JJ could hear it.

Meanwhile, the unsub was standing in the corner listening to what the young doctor had to say to himself. A smirk crept onto his lips until it was a grin. "This is going to be fun."