*OC POV*

I never thought he'd finish reading the articles. Every time I thought he was finished, there was yet another article. After he finished reading the last one, he set them down on the table and placed the chair back towards the table.

"I never knew there was so much written in the paper that included me in some shape or form" I said trying to lighten the atmosphere.

"You seem surprised. Surely a beautiful, smart, powerful woman like yourself doesn't think she doesn't deserve the credit, does she?"

"I'm not that great." I admitted honestly. His smile immediately disappeared and he lifted his hand to smack my face hard.

"Don't you dare say that. Now, do you think your friends made it to my place yet? I want to surprise them with something." the smile returned just as soon as it disappeared.

"What are you going to do? You're not going to hurt them are you?" I asked frantically, the fear evident in my voice.

"Oh of course not. They don't deserve that much time and effort from me. They want to see you and I'm going to let them. If they finally piece it together and head to my place, I have my computers set to receive footage straight from here. I know they'll enjoy seeing you. I just want to give them what they want." he answered smoothly and calmly.

"I can't tell you if they're there, but I'd say in ten minutes, if I know my team, they'll be there if they aren't already." I said honestly.

"Good. I'll see you in ten minutes then." he smiled deviously and walked up the steps. I took a deep breath and expected the worst.

*Third Person*

"How much longer?" Derek asked from the back seat of the SUV on the way to Drummer's house.

"Five minutes tops." Rossi announced from the passenger seat.

David Rossi was correct. Within five minutes, the team arrived at the Drummer residence and heading in armed and ready.

"Drummer! Open up, FBI!" Morgan shouted. With no answer from inside the residence, he busted down the door and the house was scoured by the team.

"It's all clear, she's not here." Prentiss said disappointed.

"Garcia, check the computer. Everyone else, look for anything that might help us locate her, or to at least expand the profile to do so" Hotch ordered heading to one of the rooms.

"I found something..." JJ announced. The team followed her voice to find a room covered in shots of the missing agent plastered across the walls, along with articles that had something to do with her.

"This guy is sickly obsessed." Prentiss concluded what the rest of the team was thinking.

"Guys...I've got something too." Garcia shouted from her spot at his computer.

The team filed in quickly only to find a live feed of Nicole handcuffed to a chair with the bloody mark on her head and her cheek reddened from abuse.

"Oh my God..." Reid said staring at the many monitors displaying the same feed.

"Can you track it?" Hotch asked Garcia although he knew she must've tried that.

"I'm sorry, Sir. The IP address changes every 40 seconds. I can't trace it. He's smart." she said sullenly, accepting defeat.

The man walked towards the handcuffed agent and faced the camera.

"Hello agents. According to your precious member here, you should be at my place by now. You should be happy to know she's alive and well." he smiled that devilish smile.

Nicole looked up to the camera, no tears, and no extreme abuse visible. She really did look okay.

He turned to her and stroked her hair lovingly and she turned away, tensing immediately at his touch.

"Stop it!" he yelled, hitting her hard in the face. He grabbed her face and forced her to look at him. "That's better" he gave her another hit in the face and turned to face the camera again.

"You should know I'm happy to keep this feed up because I am confident you will never find us and I can keep her forever. " he grinned ear to ear saying this and once again stroked her hair and cheek.

Derek turned away, refusing to look at this man touch his best friend. He was enraged and promised himself he'd take down the sick son of a bitch for laying a hand on her like that. JJ set a hand on his shoulder, showing him she understood and that it would be okay.

"We'll get this guy." she squeezed his shoulder before walking away to look for anything that could help.

"He's confident we'll never find her and he's created the fantasy in his head that they can be together for the rest of their lives." Reid said analyzing what Drummer said and what specific words he chose to use.

Prentiss continued to watch the screen with Hotch and watched as he kissed her cheek and knelt down to hold her hands.

"I can't believe how strong she is. It's amazing how she hasn't cried at this point. Not even after he hit her brutally twice." Prentiss examined.

"We knew she was strong all along. We just didn't realize how strong she was until being strong was her only option like it is now." Hotch answered her curiosity.

Derek's back still faced the screens and it was Hotch who spoke to him next.

"Listen, I know how difficult this is for you, it is for all of us. You just need to set your feelings aside and act as if it's anyone. We need to look for anything to help find her. When we do, I can assure you she will be alive." Hotch walked away as JJ did to search the house. Morgan took a deep breath and headed up the stairs.

He entered what looked like to be his bedroom and began rummaging through the drawers. Nothing was unusual, except a planner book in his nightstand drawer. He shuffled through the pages and realized there was something off. He headed downstairs to confront the team.

"Guys, this is a plan book for where he's going to head daily, but it's not like the average schedule." Morgan announced as the team stopped what they were doing to gather around him.

"Everything in this book is much too specific and there are things included that we'd expect from a guy like this. Gets home: 10:10 PM on Monday 7/08, 11:07 PM on Thursday 7/11...that's not normal. This isn't his schedule. It's hers. He tracked her. He was watching every moment of her life and wanted to know the similarities in the times she'd be home according to the day. This guy is seriously obsessed. Look at this. Neighbor 1: Gets home: 5:37 PM on Monday 7/08, Lights off: 10:00 PM..."

"He wanted to make sure no one would see him when he finally made his move to take her. He's been planning this for a while." Rossi concluded.

Derek set the book down so that the rest of the team could analyze it and headed back upstairs and sat on the edge of the bed. He pressed his fingers to his temples in frustration.

"It's gonna be okay. We're gonna find her, Morgan." Rossi said at the door.

"We came up empty." Derek said.

"No we didn't. We now know she's alive and can watch her and his every move. We also added to the profile which will help us find her. I consider this one of the small victories that's gonna lead us to the big one when we find her alive."

Derek just nodded and went back to searching. It's gonna be one hell of a day. Hopefully it's not longer than that. I don't know who'd suffer worse. He thought to himself, the hope leaving him only to be replaced with anxiety and fear.

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Nicole, xoxo