Chapter 2 The Un-Sub

At Reid's apartment Prentiss and Rossi were profiling the mess. Prentiss was taking pictures as they went.

They started with the open area that was the living room. "He came in and he had to have tipped the chair over." Prentiss said overlooking the indentation marks on the carpet from where the chair had been.

Rossi was looking at the lamp. "He knocked over the lamp, maybe when we went to tip the chair. He pulled out the drawer, dumping all this out."

Prentiss then went to the bookshelf. "He then came here and started pulling random books off of the shelves." She pointed to the dust patterns on the shelf. "He wasn't very gentle about it. I would say he was looking for something."

They then made their way to the kitchen which was offset from the living room. "He opened the drawers the same way here too." Prentiss said.

Rossi was looking at the cupboards. "Looks like he searched in here too."

"What the hell was he looking for?" Prentiss asked.

They made their way to the bedroom. The bathroom was through there.

Rossi saw the medicine cabinet was open. Aspirin and what looked like cold medicine was dumped into the sink. The linen closet was open and towels had been dragged out.

Prentiss waded through the clothes that were scattered on the floor to the closet. She saw it was empty. Looking closer she saw in the back there were two garments still hanging up. It was dark so she couldn't see exactly what they were. She pulled them out and held them out in the light.

"No way." She said. "Rossi you should see this. These were still hanging up." Prentiss held out two suits for Rossi to see.

"These can't be Reid's." Rossi said looking at the suits. He had never seen the kid wear anything remotely like this.

"Look at that fabric." Prentiss said. "These would have been expensive." She then laid them down on the bed and opened up the jacket. She looked at the brand name. They were expensive. Prentiss looked at the seam of the jacket. "These aren't off the rack, they have been tailored."

"You're going to pull out all the clothes and dump them on the floor, but leave these two suits hanging. Were these even Reid's?" Rossi asked.

"They do look like they would have fit him." Prentiss said. "I think we should take these back to the BAU."

The two very carefully wrapped up the suits and left the apartment and went to the BAU. Rossi called it in. He wanted the apartment scrubbed for prints and guarded.

What the hell kind of an Un-Sub was this?

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When Anderson arrived, J.J. grabbed Reid's phone from Morgan. She planned to have it checked when she got to the BAU. It was possible the Un-Sub might have left something on there.

After they arrived Will took Henry and set him up in the bullpen.

Garcia had come in to make sure that they were alright.

J.J. came in with the phone a few moments later. "This thing's been wiped clean, there are no prints. Garcia, could you see if there is anything on there."

Garcia took the phone back into her lair. She was going tear that thing apart piece by piece.

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Morgan and Hotch were waiting for the bomb squad to finish when Hotch's phone rang.

Rossi had called to tell them what they had found at Reid's apartment. Rossi told Hotch about the suits they had found in Reid's apartment. Hotch said he had never known of Reid owning anything like that. Neither had Morgan.

The Agent in charge approached them. "Sir, we defused it. It looks like it was a hoax. If it went off it would let out what looked like baby powder. We will send the pieces to your office."

"Thank you." Morgan said. He was very interested to see who close of a resemblance this bomb had to the original.

With that Morgan and Hotch went back to the BAU. They arrived after Rossi and Prentiss.

Rossi had hung up the suits on the evidence board when he walked in. He also made sure that a safe location was found for Will and Henry.

Prentiss had set up the pictures of Reid's apartment on the computer screen in the conference room.

When Morgan came in he looked at the suits, agreeing with Prentiss that it was out of character for Reid. He also looked at the shots of Reid's apartment.

"Morgan, I want to do a cognitive interview with you." Prentiss said. "Just in case there was something else."

"I agree." The two went to Rossi's office so they would have privacy and no distractions.

They ran through the entire conversation that Morgan had with the Un-Sub. Morgan didn't have any memory of being watched or followed.

While they were doing the interview, Rossi and Hotch discussed Reid's apartment. When Hotch had been there in the past it had been a little messy, but nothing compared to what they just saw.

"I think this Un-Sub likes pulling strings." Rossi said.

"We've dealt with ones like him before, we can deal with him." Hotch commented.

Morgan and Prentiss came back. They relayed the details of the interview to the team.

It was a general agreement that this Un-Sub was defiantly narcissistic. He wanted to prove his superiority to the team and prove he can play them.

The team was sitting down at the table building their profile when Garcia and J.J. came in.

"I pulled the footage from the camera on the street." She showed it on the screen of the conference room. They watched as a man who kept his head down talked on a cell phone then toss it in the garbage. From the angle he was at, he had been watching Morgan the whole time.

"He's six three, but I can't tell you more than that. The phone is completely clean."

"We ran through the contacts for any unusual names. I've looked at the numbers, without contacts to see if there were any unusual callers or calls." J.J. added. "I don't think Reid had any unusual phone calls."

"I'm running a program to see which cell phone towers it was on. It won't give you much unless he went outside of town." Garcia said.

Rossi could tell the two were very upset over this. He wondered if it was a flashback of what had happened in Colorado. No it couldn't be. There was something more going on.

"Thanks, Baby-Girl" Morgan said.

Garcia's cell phone rang. She picked it up even though it was a number she didn't recognize.

"Did I give Agent Jareau a bit of a scare?"

The profilers didn't think anything of it when Garcia answered her phone. That changed when they saw her face turn a ghostly white. She seemed frozen.

"Please don't hurt my baby."

Morgan immediately got up. He took Garcia's hand. "Keep him talking."

"Is Spencer okay?"

"He is here has my guest." The Un-Sub said calmly. "Be a good little tech analyst and check your computer." The Un-Sub ended the call.

"What did he tell you?" Hotch asked.

"He said that Reid was there has his guest and that I should be a good little tech analyst and check my computer." Garcia went to the laptop that was in the conference room. "I got a link in my email. The name on the email is spencerreidbau."

Garcia went to the link and opened it up. She sent the link to the large screen in the conference room.

The team stared at the image. What they saw made everyone in the room uneasy.

Reid was laying on a bed his wrists were bound to its brass frames. He was blindfolded and a gag was in his mouth. Even though it was off screen, it appeared that his legs were bound as well, leaving him in an almost spread eagle position.

Standing by the bed was a blue transitional armchair.

Garcia was staring at her computer. "I don't believe it. He's actually doing it, he's changing IP address. No he doesn't have this option."

Morgan and Prentiss saw the numbers running quickly across her screen.

"I'm not doing this again." Garcia said as she typed on her computer.

The rest of the teams' attention was focused on the screen.

The Un-Sub took a seat in the chair. He was wearing a black suit along with a black shirt and tie. His long black hair dangled just above his shoulders. The Un-Sub had disguised his face with a Guy Fawkes mask.

Really, Morgan couldn't help but think when he saw the mask.

"Good day Agents. I hope everyone is here." The Un-Sub said nice and calm. It was the same voice and tone which Morgan and Garcia had heard. "I would imagine this brings back some painful memories for you, except maybe for you, Agent Rossi. You weren't there. I suppose the others will have to tell you."

Agent Rossi looked at his teammates. Their attention was fixated to the screen, all except Garcia who was staring at her computer shaking her head.

The Un-Sub reached over off camera he brought into the frame a bottle of water. "This is for Spencer, if you earn it for him. I am going to call an Agent from the team of my choosing. They will have less than a minute to answer the question. If the Agent is wrong Spencer will only get this splashed on his face. Get it right and he will drink from it."

Morgan was shaking his head. Reid wasn't going to get a chance to shoot this Un-Sub. He was going to do it himself.

"Because I do consider myself a fair individual, I will give you the question now."

The team all listened intently to the Un-Sub, despite the fact Garcia was already recording it.

"Agent Hotchner, why don't you tell the team what happened to you when you were seven years old. The thirteenth of March was the date."

The feed ended. All eyes turned on to Hotch. The conference room was silent.

Agent Hotchner stood there with a solemn expression on his face. "I don't know how he found out." He finally said.

"You know what he's talking about?" Rossi asked.

"Yes. My name wasn't given."

"Hotch, talk to us." Morgan said. "We'll understand. You know that."

Agent Hotchner knew he would have to tell the team what had happened.