A/N: I'm putting all of my other stories on hold, so I can write this one, which came to me in a dream. In this, it's Hotch, Rossi, Morgan, Reid, and Prentiss. Sorry for the wait for this chapter.

A/N2: I'm waiting for a reply from the person I asked to beta this story, so I apologize for any grammar or spelling errors. I'd also like to correct my last chapter. The unsub is a Sexual Sadist.

Declaimer: I don't own Criminal minds…yet. If I did, Reid would have a lot more whump and fluffy moments…

Summary: While on a case in Boston, Reid is kidnapped by the unsub. The team is in a race against time to find him before Reid is killed, while Spencer is facing some difficult obstacles, such as Torture, Rape, and malnutrition. REIDCENTRIC

Warnings: RAPE TORTURE TRIGGER

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The jet landed without a hitch and the team members all gathered their things. They all exited the plane and loaded into the black SUVs. "Reid, You coming?" Morgan called out into the jet. Reid was taking his time in getting his bag ready.

"Yeah, sorry. Just a second," Reid replied, hurriedly shoving the case file in his leather messenger bag.

"There's an open SUV. Why don't we go ahead and go and you can take that to the station?" Morgan suggested as he watched Reid struggle to get everything in its right place from the doorway, "You know the way, right?"

"Yeah, of course. Sorry. You guys go ahead. I'll be fine. See you there," Reid said, flustered and cursing himself for not having his stuff ready before.

" 'k, kid. Be careful." Morgan smiled and exited the jet and hopped in the passenger seat, next to Hotch. With a sigh, Reid checked the time on his phone. 10:37. It took twenty minutes to get to the station and he still had to make a trip to the bathroom before he left.

Finally, after five minutes, he was walking down the stairs of the jet. Absent-mindingly, He pulled out is phone to tell Hotch he was on his way. Little did he know what was lying in the shadows. Reid's eyes were as big as plates where Anthony Curtis pushed a chloroform covered rag to his face.

Within seconds, Curtis was supporting all of Reid's weight. He carried the limp body to his own dark green Ford Expedition. He tied his arms, ankles, and put a gag in his mouth. He took his gun and stripped his down to his boxers, just to be safe.

In an hour, he successfully had an FBI agent chained to a bed in a cabin in the mountains. In any second, Reid would awaken to find himself in hell, even worse than with Tobias.

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"Hey, Morgan, Where's Reid? It shouldn't take him this long to get here," Prentiss asked as Hotch and Chief Valerie Ports.

"I don't know. He was just about to leave when we did leave." Morgan checked his watch, " That was over hour ago. I'll call him." He extracted his phone from his pocket and held down three, speed dialing Reid.

They both waited for Reid to pick up…He didn't. It didn't go to voice mail straight away, so it wasn't dead or off. It's just that no one answered. He tried three more times. Same thing. He didn't realized that Reid's phone was laying in the runway next to the jet.

Now fully worried, he called Garcia.

"This the Goddess of All things Tech-y. Who is calling?" Garcia's bubbly voice made Morgan feel a little better.

" Hey, Baby Girl. I need you to track Reid's phone. He won't answer and we don't know where he is," Morgan said, his left hand Resting on the back of his neck.

"Oh, not my Junior G-Man." Garcia's tone changed to sad and concerned, like Morgan's. She typed away, then furrowed her brow in confusion, "He, or at least his phone, is still at the jet runway."

"We'll go look there, Thanks Garcia." Morgan hung up the phone and slid it back in his pocket. He grabbed his coat and his keys.

"Well?" Prentiss grabbed her coat as well.

"He's still at the runway," Morgan answered.

"Alright, let's go."

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Reid moaned in displeasure as he came back to the land of the living. He was more than shocked to find himself naked and chained to a copper pipe bed. The matress he was laying on was thin and flimsy, not mention covered with dirt. The chains around his wrists and ankles were tight and dug into his skin, soliciting excruciating pain.

It was dark. Like, not being able to see anything at all dark. He couldn't even make out basic shapes of the furniture. That made him even more uneasy. The dark was his biggest fear and he was drowning in it.

"Oh, the little FBI agent is finally awake. I was beginning to worry that you had too much chloroform." The voice was admitted through an intercom.

"W-who are you?" Reid's voice wavered. He scolded himself. He didn't want to show any sign of weakness in front of this man.

"I'm your worst nightmare. I am your hell. I am Satan. I am pure evil. I am everything and nothing. I'm the little voice inside your head that tells you that evil is right. I…am your unsub, Spencer." He said, his voice full of vain and sadism.

"What's your name?" Reid asked, his curiosity getting the best of him.

"Anthony Mark Curtis."

The lights switched on. The single bulb was dull and dim, but to Reid's eyes, it felt as if he was in a football field at night with every light on him. His eyes squinted, and he eventually just shut them to ward off the blinding light.

After a moment, he could open them and not feel a burning sensation over his corneas. The room was filled with nothing but the bed, the walls, the door, and him. The Walls were painted industrial grey and on the wall across from him, written in what appeared to be blood, were the words: 'Welcome to Hell, Spencie'

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A/N: Well, that's it for today. Please give me your opinion…maybe in the form of a review?