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A/N: okay so this is finally up, it took a while, my sore wrist has meant that this has been mostly typed one handed, anyway i'm not sure if im properly showing what i want to be displayed about the characters, please review and let me know! thanks to all those who have reviewed so far, please review more!

Spencer awoke. Something was dripping on his face. He tired to move his arms to find the source but discovered they were restrained to the floor; desperately he tried to move his head but it too was held in place by a band that was bolted into the floor. Somewhere in the dark room in which he was trapped he heard laughter. Someone was laughing at him, at his plight.

'Welcome Mr F.B.I' he cackled, 'I hope you enjoy your stay here, I know I will'

'What do you want' shouted Reid with all the bravado he could muster

'Me, what do I want? You didn't listen to me in the first place James; if you had it never would have happened'

'What who's James?' cried Reid

'I'm sick of your games James. As such you need an appropriate punishment; I think I'll leave you. The water constantly dripping on your head should do the trick, a constant until your mind explodes, shame you always had such a good mind, if only you had used it.

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Morgan walked down the corridor to Reid's apartment, it was likely Reid had just lost track of time, 'who am I kidding, Reid never loses track of time' thought Morgan

As he approached the door he found it slightly ajar, thousands of worse case scenarios entered his mind as he pushed it open, praying his imagination was only teasing him. At first everything appeared fine, 'Reid, where are you man!' cried Morgan. As Morgan entered the living room however he saw the scattered coffee stained notes, and a slightly cracked mug on the side table, 'maybe he's just printing out another copy of notes' he thought hopefully glancing over at the computer to find it was off, the black screen reminding him of his owns fears.

Morgan could feel his fear rising as he searched for Reid. It gripped his throat with its icy grips and tightened its hold as he declared each room clear. A noisy symphony of his heart beating In his chest and banging in his ears rose rising in volume and finally reaching a crescendo as he made it all around the house only to notice a note taped to the door.

Morgan quickly grabbed the note yanking it off the door, at the top of the note it was clearly addressed to the BAU 'For what you've done, he'll have to pay' he stared at it horrified, fumbling in his pockets he quickly dialled Hotch.

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Spencer lay on the ground, feeling the cold dirt of the ground beneath his skin, somewhere along the line his shirt had been removed, and he missed it dearly as the cold of his surroundings seeped slowly into his bones. He shivered. He knew his shirt would not have protected him much, that it wouldn't have made much of a difference, but at least it would have provided some semblance of warmth.

He had realised a while ago that the water was a form of Chinese water torture, meant to slowly drive the victim insane. Dark thoughts had assailed him as he remembered his childhood and his mother's illness; he didn't want to end up like her. He fought to ignore the dull repetitive thump of the water drops as they collided with his forehead, thinking of anything and everything else, of the team, his team, his friends. They would be looking for him by now he hoped, coming to save him. 'Why is it always me?' he cried inwardly.

Just then the door to the cell burst open and a man ran in and quickly wrapped his arms around Reid, undoing his restraints, 'oh I'm so sorry son, I didn't mean to, I just…'

Reid bit his lip, this man was seriously confused only a while back he had been mistaken for the Son and punished, maybe this was just a ploy to raise his hopes and then dash them. The man wrapped a blanket around him and led him form the room. 'Never again' he muttered under his breath, rubbing Reid's arms as if to invoke warmth in them.

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Gideon slowly shook his head as he looked at the note through the clear plastic of the evidence bag. He was standing in Reid's apartment analysing the scene, as there was little sign of a struggle, Reid must have been taken by surprise, the lack of blood suggested drugs of some kind, may have been involved. Gideon closed his eyes, there was little evidence to go on, at least Reid wasn't before him lying dead, and there was little evidence about his abduction, they were dealing with an organised kidnapper.

Morgan was quietly circling the sofa in the living room, slowly taking in all information he could, praying that Reid was safe and that he would find something to save his friend the words of the note ran through his head 'For what you've done, he'll have to pay'

Elle watched as the boys worked as she stood in the door, she looked over the apartment, how could this happen to Reid? Reid didn't deserve this.

J.J stood outside of the apartment, 'yes, we need to set this up now, no I... yes Sir.' She closed her flip up phone and sighed, until the director was sure of what they were dealing with he was refusing a press release of Reid's pictures, she silently entered the apartment and informed the others. Morgan looked furious as did Hotch, Elle simply looked down at the ground; Gideon didn't react, absorbing the information.

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Reid sat quietly watching his captor rush around a kitchen attempting to make him something to eat, he warily accepted what was proffered to him, fearful that this was all some sort of trick. He leaned back in the armchair he was in and rubbed his bruised wrists as his captor sat on the sofa opposite.

James why did you do it? The man sighed

Um, do what? Reid quietly said fearful of invoking a violent reaction

James why do you always do this to me, why did you do it? Your mother she, she just couldn't handle it, the neighbours, well they- they' he shook his head.

Reid simply glanced down at the ground avoiding the man's gaze.

The man quickly glanced up, what are you doing free? He growled. Reid quickly swallowed; this man must have a split personality. That could be dangerous, especially if one of the persons he was projecting was not a fan of his. He leaned back into the seat he was in as the man roughly grabbed him by the hair and dragged him back towards his cell. The man through him in and then roughly slammed the door shut behind him. 'You're going to pay Mr. BAU you and all of your kind, after what you lot have done you'll have to pay'

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Reid sat in the corner of his cell, he still had the blanket draped over him and leant into it searching its creases for warmth. The team was going to find him, they had to. the man who was keeping him locked up here was ill, he had to be, it was like he was angry at this son, at Spencer and at the BAU, but at the same time wanting to protect his son, Spencer sighed this man was complicated, mind you weren't all humans complicated in some way or another? He lay there silently contemplating, analysing the man, in an attempt to keep his mind from wandering and reminding him of the situation he was in. Every now and then however, his attempts at being oblivious to his surroundings were rudely destroyed by his glances towards the restraints that had previously held him, and the puddle of water that was slowly increasing in size in the position were his head would have been.

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