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Hotch didn't need to be a profiler to know that Morgan was beyond angry when he finally walked into the bullpen. Garcia came in a few minutes after with a look of extreme worry on her face. Blake walked in with Rossi, both very concerned as to why someone had taken their youngest team member. JJ called everyone into the conference room when everyone had arrived. Hotch walked in with the letter and Reid's phone and credentials.

"JJ found these in an envelope on her desk this morning," Hotch began as he set the letter on the table for the others to read, "Someone has taken Reid under the delusion that he was in danger and wasn't safe with us. This is good because the unsub has no intention of harming Reid, but he will have an unpredictable reaction when we try to bring him back home, and that could possibly lead to violence."

"He might have no intention of harming Reid, but what happens if Reid tries to resist him or escape?" Morgan asked, rubbing a hand over his face.

No one on the team wanted to even try to imagine what would happen if this unsub turned violent if Reid didn't cooperate with the unsub. They just hoped that this unsub would continue to operate under the delusion that he was protecting Reid without resorting to violence. Hotch broke the silence. Hotch took the note back before Rossi could see it.

"First, we need to go to his apartment and see if the unsub left any evidence when he took Reid. Morgan, Blake, you'll do that job. Also, talk to his neighbors to see if they saw or heard anything. JJ, talk to Section Chief Cruz, let him know what's going on. Garcia, look through police reports from the last twelve hours, see if there's anything that might give us a lead."

Everyone dispersed to do as they were told. The only two remaining in the conference room were Hotch and Rossi.

"What can I do to help, Hotch?" Rossi asked, a little concerned as to why he hadn't been given a task.

Hotch quickly grabbed the note from where it had been left on the table.

"I need you to take a look at this note," Hotch simply said.

Rossi took the note with his eyebrows raised, wondering why Hotch had waited until now for him to read the note. He read the note with great care. There was nothing particularly interesting about the wording of the note, but something about the note as a whole seemed very familiar. That's when Rossi realized what it was.

"This handwriting is a bit odd, the writing starting to slant down and curve so that it's slanting up again," he said, almost just to himself, "But it's not obvious. One would have to look real hard to even notice it."

Hotch nodded.

"I've only ever known one person to write in this manner," Rossi continued, then looking up to Hotch with rage beginning to stir within him, "Do you think Gideon did this? Do you think he took Reid away from us?"

"I think he might have, considering in the note he left Reid he described the toll this job had taken on him. Although, I have no other proof aside from the handwriting. I wanted to consult you about the note because you and I knew Gideon the longest and would be the only ones besides Reid that would recognize the writing."

"Have you told the others?" Rossi asked.

Hotch looked a little ashamed.

"No," he admitted, "I don't like the idea of keeping this a secret from the rest of the team, but I didn't want this information to cloud their judgement while the investigation is taking place. I want them clear headed until we have absolute proof that it was Gideon."

Rossi nodded in understanding and sighed. It was going to be a very long day.

Reid moaned as he once again had to break through the wall of darkness that resulted from the chloroform. His eyes fluttered open and he looked around his surroundings. He was out of the car and lying on something soft. As he moved, or rather tried to move seeing as his wrists and ankles were still bound, he noticed that he was lying on a couch. Continuing to look around the room, he saw a fire roaring in the fireplace and the waning sunlight outside the window, indicating it was early evening. He also noticed that Gideon sat in a chair that was close to the fire. He seemed to not give any notice to Reid being awake. Biting down on his gag, he fought to loosen his bonds. He stopped when Gideon grabbed his hands.

"I'm glad you got plenty of sleep. I can tell you haven't been sleeping well lately." He looked down to Reid's bound hands. "I'm sorry about tying you up, but I didn't know how you would react when you woke up and I couldn't have you trying to escape back to your team. They can't protect you like I can."

Gideon let go of Reid's hands and untied the gag keeping Reid quiet.

"Gideon, I don't understand. How is taking me away from the people I love, and who love me just as much, keeping me safe?"

Gideon's expression changed, now seeming much darker. He grabbed Reid's throat and squeezed, cutting off his air.

"I told you, they can't protect you like I can. They send you out into the field where you can get hurt or even killed. I would never do that to you."

Just as Reid thought he was about to pass out, Gideon let go of his throat. Gideon's expression returned to the kind and caring expression he wore before.

"You must be hungry. You've been asleep all day."

Reid nodded in agreement, afraid to say anything that might set Gideon off again.

"I'll make you something to eat," Gideon said with a smile.

Once Gideon was gone, Reid desperately searched around the room, trying to find anyway out.

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