There goes chapter two. Have fun reading and please review :)

Reid's POV

I was in trouble; big trouble. My scalp was on fire from the hard grip and rough pulling on my hair, but no matter how much I tried I couldn't get free from him. I clawed at his wrist like a drowning man, afraid of the pain that would come if I stopped supporting my hair, but I felt so much more defenseless and vulnerable being dragged away like that; I wasn't some damsel in distress. Well, maybe I was and I was sure that Morgan would be my knight in shining armor if he wasn't stuck under all the wood. I winced when I remembered his leg; it had looked really bad and I wasn't sure how much longer he would survive, even with the strap that I had used to cut off some of the blood flow. No, I had to stay positive, but I was afraid; I was afraid for Morgan and more than that I was afraid of him.

Looking up I could only see his back and the dirty shirt he wore. The axe was slung loosely over his shoulder and I could make out that it was covered in dried blood. Swallowing down the bile that rose at the sight of the monstrous weapon I looked away. I realized that the piles of woods were out of sight now and we moved through the dark forest; it seemed like he knew exactly where to go despite the blackness that concealed most of the way. Where did he want to go anyway? Back to his shack had to be a few miles; I hope that he doesn't plan to drag me the whole way up there. Sighing I remembered the last 24 hours:

Morgan had convinced me to go out with him. I had actually felt really good because the last case had been a success and I hadn't had a nightmare for a very long time and going to the disco seemed like a good way to celebrate. But of course it didn't go the way we planned. Somehow we were drugged by either the man or a helper; he had probably watched us the whole night and managed to take us when we were under the influence of the drug. It ended with us being tied up in some dark shack, confused and shocked about our situation. Luckily the man seemed to underestimate me because he didn't tie the rope too tight so I could get me and Morgan free. Later we found Morgan's phone; even though it had no connection we took it with us hoping that Garcia would track us down. Then we had run.

With both of us being neither a scout nor a nature-lover it was a hopeless task to find the way out of here. We had spent most of the day walking in circles, hoping to find a way out or at least connection to call our team. All the while we were followed by this psychopath; twice he got close to catching us again. The kidnapping and the fact that we had no weapons took a toll on us and we were defenseless, having no other choice but to run and hide. The last thing I remember is that we had planned to find a place to sleep because dawn had set in; however we were unlucky, again. I had started crossing a small wooden bridge when the first part collapsed under me. Morgan of course tried to help me, but he made the situation worse with his heavy build body, causing the bridge to break together completely. The fall wasn't even very high, but it still knocked both of us out cold and broke Morgan's leg. I had woken up from Morgan calling my name and a painful headache.

I was ripped from my thoughts as the man loosened the grip on my hair, only to pick me up and throw me over his shoulder like a bag of sand. Before I could struggle against the man's strong arms he threw me on the back of a pick-up truck that I hadn't seen yet. My head hit the rusty metal with a painful noise, forcing me to close my eyes because I only saw stars. Suddenly there were three more moving bodies next to me as the dogs also jumped on the back of the car. As I tried to sit up the biggest one growled and snapped at me. I curled up to protect my vulnerable front and couldn't help the shriek that escaped me when one of the others nudged at my back. Anger flared up when I heard the man chuckle at my helplessness, but I made the wise decision against moving.

"You shouldn't move. I haven't fed them yet and they can be very moody when they are hungry." With one last chuckle he closed the back and walked away. A second later I heard the engine start and felt as the car drove over an uneven street; shaking me and the dogs, even if they cared much less than I did. I jerked away when the car made a sharp turn and caused me to bump into one of the dogs, but I felt relieved when he didn't seem to care; no instead he crawled closer, searching for warmth and a good cuddle. Without noticing it I started petting him awkwardly with my bound hands and enjoyed the calming effect I had. But if I started moving more than that the dog gave a low growl as a warning. Soon I was surrounded by three warm and fuzzy bodies that all wanted to be petted and it all made the cold ride and the nagging feeling of fear a little bit better. Sighing I wondered if the man was serious when he talked about me being his dinner, the imagination made me nauseous and I hoped dearly that my team would come in time. Fighting down the panic at the thought of the worst I started working on the ropes holding my feet together, the dogs had fallen asleep and didn't seem to bother; this would be a problem their master would have to deal with. It actually worked and soon the rope loosened up. Happily I tried the same with my hands, but it wasn't as easy and soon I gave up trying; I could run with my hands tied, I only needed my legs free. One of the dogs moved and kicked me in his sleep, remembering me of the last time I tried to run and they found me. I won't come far with them hunting me down. An idea popped up in my head and I started working on it the rest of the ride, holding my breath in anticipation when the car stopped. I heard the door of the driver's side open and slam shut, dread creeping through me but I swallowed down the nervousness and prepared myself to run.

"I hope you had a comfortable ride. Must have been a little bumpy back there, but I'm sure you are fine." The mocking voice came closer and I held my breath when he started opening the back of the truck. As soon as I saw his face I kicked. In one swift motion I hit him in the nose and heard a satisfying crunch as the bone broke. He drew back, cursing loudly while holding his nose and trying to hold back the blood that ran all over his chin now. Using the chance I bolted out of my little prison, not looking back for a second. "Get him!" The man yelled at his dogs, but as he only heard whining he could see that they were bound together by the rope that I had gotten off my legs. I had just tied all of them to a little notch in the car to stop them from running after me. Again I heard loud cursing and then somebody sprinting after me. Well, now I didn't have three dogs but a very angry man hunting me; I wasn't sure if that was better. He was coming steadily closer as I worked my way through the bushes, but instead of giving up I pushed myself harder to the point where I was covered in sweat and breathing heavily.

"You better stop now or you'll regret it, you little asshole!" His voice was closer than I imagined, still I didn't dare to look back. Suddenly I was pushed forward and both I and the man fell onto the muddy ground when he tackled me. I tried to wrestle out of his grip but he pushed me face forward in the dirt. Panicking as I couldn't breathe I slammed my elbow back and managed to hit something. The tight grip loosened a little bit and I was able to crawl away from him. Immediately he closed his thick hand around my ankle and pulled me back, but I started kicking wildly and after hearing him curse again I knew I had hit something. I pushed myself up and started running like my life depended on it; well it probably did but I didn't care because he was charging after me. I thought about how prey managed to flee from the claws of predators and I started taking sharp turns to get further away from him. After a while it started working as his cursing quieted down, but I was too afraid to take a breath. By know my lungs were burning and my legs ached from the strenuous run.

A bright light far away took me by surprise and I needed a moment to realize that it was a car. A car! There must be a street; there must be safety. Maybe it was my team. What if Garcia had managed to find us and they had already saved Morgan and were now looking for him. I didn't care that it was unrealistic; I wanted, no, I needed it to be true. Or it was at least a stranger who had a phone and could drive me to the next city. I ran a little bit faster to reach the street in time, even if it seemed like the man had lost me I couldn't be sure. Stepping on the street I was blinded by the sharp white light of the car that drove towards me with concerning speed. "Stop!" I yelled and waved my arms; I probably looked like a lunatic myself with all the blood and dirt covering my clothes and face. With screeching tires the car came to a stop and for a second I worried that the driver would turn around and drive away again. The light turned down and I saw that it couldn't be one of my team. The car was an expensive looking Audi and the shining black color was intimidating. The driver's door opened and out of it stepped a man.

He was tall and had broad shoulders; his posture reminded me of Hotch and the way he walked towards me indicated confidence. Other than that he wasn't at all like Hotch. He had short black hair with a little bit grey that was still styled impressively and gave him a more mature than old look. Even his three day beard looked sophisticated and was groomed to perfection. I guessed him to be about 45; a few wrinkles covered his face, but his sharp features made him an attractive man. However the most intriguing thing about him was his eyes. They were a piercing ice-blue color and had a predatory look in them. For a moment I was stunned and at a loss of words but when he stood in front of me I remembered my situation and started to explain in a more panicked way than I intended: "Sir, excuse me but I need your help. There is somebody after me. He is very dangerous and we need to call the police now. I think it's better if we go in your car, like I said the man-"I couldn't get further because the man put one of his fingers on my mouth and looked me directly in the eyes which successfully shut me up; even if I was more confused about his action than anything else. "You need to calm down." His voice was collected but decisive and when he put a firm but soothing hand on my shoulders I couldn't help but stand there totally bewildered. Didn't he understand the situation? The man could appear any second and kill us both. I tried to shake his hands off and step away, but he simply took a step with me. Something was wrong; my stomach clenched in apprehension and I couldn't shake off the feeling of dread. Too late I realized his hand disappearing in his noble suit before it came back holding a small black box. I pulled away when I heard a sizzling sound but couldn't escape as he smashed the taser in my stomach. I screamed in surprise when the electricity burned through my body, the power of it forcing me on my knees. The hand stayed on my shoulder and only then I realized the black gloves that protected them from getting shocked too.

"Shhhhhhhh. Don't scream" He hushed me all the while staying calm. He removed the taser, but I still gripped his upper arms that I had clawed at out of shock. I couldn't help but stare at him, out of breath as the last currents drove through me, unable to move an inch. We stayed in this awkward position for a while before he started straightening, leaving me kneeling on the hard ground. "Why did-"I started but a finger at my lips quieted me again and I just glared at him, still too weak to do anything. "I told you to be quiet. Now stay here." Nothing in his mimic changer, there was no anger or any other emotion, just overall calmness. It was offsetting that he acted like he hadn't just met me and tased me without obvious reasons. "Hey! There you are!" It was him. The psychopath I had been running from; I had almost forgotten about him. Panic flared up in me when I saw him coming towards us, but when I tried to get up I found myself unable because the hand on my shoulder was back and pushed me back on my knees. "The little asshole managed to escape me. Twice! I'm sorry for the inconvenience he caused you." They knew each other; at least it seemed that my kidnapper had no problem telling this stranger about me being his victim. "We arranged that you would kidnap him for me without leaving a trace and keep him unscarred till I would get him. Look at him, he is dirty and bloody. What happened, Luke?" The stranger's voice had a sudden dangerous tone to it, sending Goosebumps all over me. And apparently the man who kidnapped me was called Luke; interesting fact but nothing of my concern right now. It was more concerning that my kidnapping was all planned out; some kind of transaction, with me being the trading good. I wanted to input my opinion in the conversation but Luke beat me to it: "I didn't pay enough attention. They escaped and ran through the forest and it took some time to find them again. The head wound is his fault, they fell down a bridge that was clearly old, and they shouldn't have crossed it. Look, Mr. Devirus, I know it didn't go the way we planned but look you have him now. What more do you want? I can put a bow on him if you want, or do you prefer a dog collar?" I shuddered as Luke's voice turned smut at the mention of the dog collar, but apparently was Mr. Devirus unimpressed. He just stared daggers at Luke before continuing: "They? You brought another one in this? I only wanted him, captured and unscarred, and you ruined everything. We will probably have his whole team at our tail now because you couldn't do it quietly. No, you had to make a game out of it. That's not what I'm paying you for. I will take 5,000 off his price." 5,000? How much did he pay for me? "That's not fair, you can't do that. We made a deal. You'll regret it if you don't pay me the price we decided on." Luke had turned furious, taking a threatening step forward. "Do not come closer. I'll give you 15,000 Dollar, not a cent more." Mr. Devirus warned and his posture changed slightly. He hunched his shoulders and lowered his head, making his eyes pierce through Luke like icy daggers. "Oh I'm not so sure about that. What if I tell the FBI about you? The time with your little friend will be cut very short. I heard what they do in prison with guys like you." Luke walked slowly towards us, clenching and unclenching his fist. "I'm telling you for the last time: Do not come closer!" The cold voice sent shills down my back and I looked at Mr. Devirus. The man would even intimidate Hotch in that moment, hell even Morgan would respect him, but Luke seemed to be unimpressed; I knew that it was a big mistake. "Well and I'm telling you for the last time that I want all my money." Luke grinned and kept moving forward, he was only a few feet away from me. "Alright…" Mr. Devirus whole demeanor changed as if he had given up, but before I had realized what was happening a shot rang through the night, causing me to curl together in shock and protection. What had happened? Carefully I looked up, only to see Mr. Devirus holding a weapon, his calm expression already back in his face. He was pointing the gun at the place where just seconds ago Luke was standing, but was now empty. Looking to the ground I saw Luke's dead body, a puddle of blood slowly forming around it.

"I'm sorry that you had to see this, but this man endangered our future and this was the only solution." I looked speechlessly at the murderer in front of me. Did he just say sorry for murdering someone? What did he expect me to do? To say its fine and that I think we should continue to our future? I felt anger rising up in me; anger at the whole situation and anger at Mr. Devirus who seemed to be more of psychopath than Luke. I wanted to punch this idiot in his pretty face, but I was interrupted by him shaking his head: "Don't even think about attacking me, I'm the one who has the gun and the taser. And even if I won't shoot you I won't hold back with the taser. So, please do me a favor and go to the passenger side of my car." I only glared at him, but I knew he was right. He was in control of the situation and I couldn't do anything against it. Frustrated I started pushing myself up on shaking legs. He didn't make a move to help me when I stumbled; instead he put the safety back on the weapon and put it back in the holster at his waist. He continued with fishing the taser back out of his jacket to hold it ready in case I acted up in a way he would disapprove of. With slow steps I walked to the car door where he ordered me to open it and get in. Reluctantly I followed his order and made myself somehow comfortable in the leather seat. "Cuff yourself to the front of the seat." I looked to where he pointed the taser and saw what he meant. It was a chain that was connected somewhere under the seat. At the end of it were handcuffs. Picking them up I realized that it weren't the usual metal ones the police would use, but thick leather handcuffs which looked more to be out of some BDSM porn. The thought unsettled me but at another command from Mr. Devirus to put them on I started wrapping the hard leather around my thin wrists. When I finished I could lift my hands till my waist before the chain stopped them from going further. Apparently he was satisfied because he put away the taser and buckled me to the seat with the safety belt. Before going he searched through his pockets before pulling out two little locks. Fastening them to the handcuffs I saw that I couldn't open them on my own now. Without another word he shut my door and walked away. In the dim light of the car I watched him drag the dead body of Luke to the side of the road before covering it with a few loose bushes. It wouldn't hide the body for long, but I was sure that this wasn't a very busy road either. Sighing I wondered in what big mess I had gotten myself into. I tried pulling at the cuffs but I was sure that Mr. Devirus put a lot of preparation into them; they would never break.

"It won't work; I put some efforts into making them as secure as possible. You would need some time to loosen them." I flinched involuntarily as he suddenly sat next to me; I hadn't heard him come in. His gaze searched mine but I kept my head down, reluctant to do him the favor of showing him the fear in my eyes. "Don't worry; we will get this feisty spirit out of you."He chuckled and started the car. I couldn't help the shudder that ran down my spine at this comment. What were his plans? I looked out into the night, the trees running by as Mr. Devirus sped over the street way over the speed limit. "Mr. Devirus-"I started but was interrupted by a dismissive hand wave: "Please call me Matthias. Only my clients call me Mr. Devirus." I swallowed down a snide remark that I didn't care; my emotions really were on edge right now. "Alright… Matthias, what is your plan? You know that kidnapping a federal agent will lead to you to be sentenced to a life time in jail, especially after killing someone. Furthermore my team will be looking after me and they are all trained profilers." I spoke with confidence about my team and didn't like the way Matthias laughed at me: "I'll make sure that we won't be so easy to find." "Then what is it you planned?" My voice was getting angrier. He suddenly looked at me, his eyes had a dangerous glare to them in the darkness and the grin he wore was similar to that of a wolf:

"Well, Doctor. Tell me, how good is your Spanish?"

Well, that was chapter two. I hope you enjoy the story so far and thank you for reading it :)