Morgan grunts as he checks behind yet another bush that shows no luck. The team, excluding Reid, has been combing through this yard for what seems like forever.

"Hotch, there's nothing here, we've gone through this place three times," the dark-skinned agent appears to be talking to himself, until a sigh comes back with a bit of static.

"I know. Alright, everybody back in the house. We have to figure out where to look next," Hotch's exasperated tone of voice isn't felt alone; all the agents are irritated and just want to catch this guy and go home.

Hotch enters the house first. "Let's see what Reid has found in the journal." To his surprise, when he walks into the living room, he isn't there.

"Where's Dr. Reid?"

LaRoe pauses with a confused expression before asking, "He's not with you?"

The BAU team members all look at LaRoe, panicked expressions crossing their faces, all except Hotch, though, who rarely shows emotion.

"What." Morgan's question comes out more like a statement, commanding LaRoe to explain.

"About twenty minutes ago he left to join you guys, right?" LaRoe is starting to panic himself.

"No, he didn't!" Morgan raises his voice, the fear and anger swirling around inside him and attacking his voice.

"Morgan, calm down," Hotch warns, then focuses back on LaRoe. "You said he left?"

"Uh, my men and I went into the kitchen for coffee. When we came back he was gone, we figured he finished reading and joined you guys. He was almost done when we left."

"So you didn't radio in and check? Isn't it important to know where all our team members are at any given time?" Morgan lectures the detective, not caring about anything except where his little brother-like friend is.

"Morgan," Hotch warns him of his temper again.

"Hotch, Reid is missing. If we would've known about this sooner, we might have been able to track this guy down, but it's been half an hour. This guy could be anywhere by now!"

The room goes silent. The team members, all except Rossi, share the same memory, the one that made this seem like deja vu.

When Reid was kidnapped by Tobias Hankel.

It took him years to actually recover from that experience. He suffered PTSD (Post Traumatic Stress Disorder) for a long time and was addicted to diluadid for a while.

The last thing his friends want is for him to have to go through that again. Because this time, if he makes it out alive, he might never be the same again.

Rossi looks around at his team members and their uncomfortable shifts and shuffles. JJ doesn't take her eyes off the floor. As confused as he is about their behavior, he ignores it; this isn't the time to ask.

"What do we do now?" Emily asks no one in particular.

"We find Reid," Hotch answers.

"But how?" LaRoe asks.

"We don't stop working until we find him," Morgan answers. "At least I won't. Not until Reid is safe and we catch this son of a b*tch!"

"What if Rei-"

"We don't have time for 'what if's'," Hotch interrupts JJ, knowing what she was going to ask. "And we don't have time for those thoughts."

"Aaron," Rossi begins, unable to let the weird behavior go unnoticed. "I think it's obvious that something like this has happened before. It doesn't take a profiler to know that much. In order for us all to help to the best of our ability, myself and the detectives included, we need to know what this instance is."

The hem of her shirt suddenly looked very interesting to JJ.

Hotch weighs the decision to share the experience. "A few years ago, we had a case in Atlanta, Georgia. A man would dial nine-one-one from the victims' houses before the murders and tell operators he was going to kill them and why, his explanation being a passage from the Bible. He was on a mission to kill 'sinners'. We thought we had a witness and I sent Reid and JJ to ask him about the instance.

"Reid realized our 'witness' was the unsub, but couldn't call to tell us because there was no cell service, so they went after him themselves. They split up. Reid ran into the cornfield to catch him. The unsub, Tobias Hankel, took him.

"For two days, we could do nothing but watch as our teammate was beaten and killed right before our eyes. We finally found out where he was from a clue Reid gave us. We rushed over there and found him alive, but badly beaten and shook up. In those two days, he was beaten, forced to choose which innocent civilians to die, which one of his team members dies, had a gun loaded and pointed in his face numerous times, drugged with dilaudid, killed, revived, and forced to dig his own grave. The psychological effects of those days never left him, and he started to follow in Hankel's footsteps by staying addicted to dilaudid for months."

The silence from everyone else stretches on. Rossi has no idea how to respond to that, and neither do the officers.

JJ didn't look up once the whole time, she still blames herself for splitting up, despite what Reid told her when they found him. Now everyone knows why JJ is acting so guilty.

Hotch finishes with, "So now you know what the worst two days of Reid's life were."

~~~~~ . : . ~~~~~

Reid wakes up in a confused daze. Last thing he remembers is reading John Daley's journal. He looks around and takes in his current situation. It appears as though he isn't in a place at all. Everything is dark and there aren't any windows or doors, at least that he knows of.

He regains control over his body and tries to move but finds that he is tied up. Of course, he thinks miserably. Wait...are these...my own handcuffs? Well, the irony is not lost on me.

He sits in the wooden chair with his hands cuffed to the arms and his legs restrained by the rope that wraps around the chair legs alone in the dark, unknown place.

His head throbs in his right side and he begins to get drowsy.

A sudden light temporarily blinds him before he makes out a silhouetted figure.

"Good morning, sunshine." The voice is deep and makes Reid's spine tingle.

He manages to open his mouth and make it move, despite his drowsiness. "Wh-who are you?" His eyelids are heavy and he fights to keep them open.

The figure approaches him and in the light, Reid recognizes the face of John Daley. "I guess you can say I'm your worst nightmare," he pauses before adding, "But I'm not." Daley crouches down to eye level with Reid and whispers, "I'm much worse."

The darkness fades into Reid's vision, but he forces his eyes open. His vision blurs in and out. "Wha...?"

"Shh….You should sleep now, Spencer." Daley walks back toward the door and as he closes it, adds, "We can have fun later."

The door slams and Reid is left in the dark alone again. He finally gives up and closes his eyes shortly before he blacks out.