It was late when Spencer and Morgan stumbled outside into the street. It was friday and Morgan had convinced Spencer to come with him to a local bar a few minutes away from his apartment. They had just finished a case and after the long day Spencer wasn't exactly opposed to the idea of going home and reading, but Morgan, being Morgan, had insisted that he come. After a while one shot turned into two, which turned into ten, which turned into Morgan staggering about the alley ways at one in the morning singing a horribly off key version of twinkle twinkle while a slightly tipsy Spencer helped him along. Soon they reached his apartment.

Spencer unlocked the door and walked in, closely followed by Morgan. The two collapsed onto the couch, falling asleep immediately. Unfortunately neither of them noticed that one of the windows was open even though Spencer was always careful to lock them, or that the closet in the bedroom was housing more than just clothes. Something a lot more alive, and a lot deadlier.

Pain.

That's the first thing Spencer noticed as he began to wake up. The throbbing in his head was the result of one to many drinks he knew, but why was his wrists feeling sore? And why was his bed so uncomfortable? He forced his eyes open and realized that he was not in his bed. Instead, he found himself tied to a chair with rough rope around his wrists, ankles and stomach. Panic rushed through him as he pulled at his restraints, to no avail.

He froze when a groan came from beside him. The room was dimly lit, the only light source being the faint glow of a candle sitting on a small table, but Spencer could just make out a face in the darkness. It was Morgan. He sat next to him, tied up the same way.

"Morgan." Spencer whispered. Morgan groaned in response. "Morgan wake up." This time he raised his voice ever so slightly. Slowly Morgan blinked the sleep out of his eyes and lifted his head up. He winced, His head's probably killing him, thought Spencer.

"Reid?" He asked, clearly confused. "Wh-Whats going on?"

"We've been kidnapped!" Spencer told him a hushed voice. Almost as soon as the words left his mouth, the door across the room opened and in came a figure. The man kept his face in the many shadows that decorated the room.

"Hello agents! I'm glad you've finely woken up, I was beginning to think I hit you a little to hard." As he talked, the man walked in front of the two men and started to set up a tripod camera directly facing them. "Now allow me to introduce myself, my name is Robert. But you two probably know me, i have been making headlines all over town. Gage Luken or Kevin Anderson ring a bell?"

Two bodies found in the north valley river. Police suspect serial killer. Game Maker's victim count rises.

Spencer recalled the news articles that had featured the man. The game maker was a very sadistic serial killer who would force the people closest to his victims to choose either between them or choose things like what weapon would be used. "Now." Robert said taking a small black cellphone from his pocket. "Let's see how the rest of your team is doing."