Chapter 2: Darkness

Chapter 2: Darkness

Rossi hurried down the stairs. He reached the bottom, in too much of a hurry, he failed to notice a large club, until after it hit him, as the darkness engulfed him.

Reid felt much more relaxed now. He went to bed himself.

--

Rossi awoke bound and gagged. He looked around wildly. Darkness, except for a single glowing poker in the center of the room. He heard footsteps. Then a door opened, as light streamed into the room, blinding him.

"Well, well, agent Rossi. Pleasure, I'm sure," said a woman's voice. A woman's voice – that had a British accent.

The door closed, and her heels could be heard clicking softly across the cold tile floor. The poker was lifted, and, almost gingerly, dug into the small of his back. He cried out.

--

The ringing of a phone jolted Reid from his sleep. "Reid," He answered tiredly.

"Reid, it's Hotch, has Rossi left yet?" Hotch's voice sounded from the other line.

Reid looked to a clock, "He left almost 3 hours ago, why?"

"I called him to a scene, about 10 minutes from your apartment, and he hasn't shown up," Hotch explained.

"Ideas?" Reid asked softly.

"This unsub has killed only emergency response teams," Hotch said quietly. "FBI wouldn't be a big jump."

"You think this unsub has Rossi?" Reid asked, horrified.

"I sincerely hope not. This is brutal," Hotch said honestly.

"I'll do anything I can, but I can't leave Carrie alone," Reid said quietly.

"I know," Hotch said simply.