AN: Special thanks to tannerose5 for your amazing idea that is and will be the inspiration for the next few chapters!

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Jordan was quite proud of herself; her plan had gone off without a hitch. Derek and his young friend didn't see it coming. "Some profilers," she humorously thought to herself as she watched his glare. "If looks could kill, I'd be stone-cold dead." She thought again to herself.

She motioned for the men to pull him to his feet as she moved to a circular dining table nearby. It was formally set for two, cloth napkins, crystal and china and candles. The man who had done the talking earlier pulled out her seat. As she sat the other two pulled Morgan to the chair across from her and pushed him into the chair.

"Join me in a drink?"

At her words, the man began to open the champagne bottle that sat chilling next to the table.

"Stop the bullshit, Jordan! What did you do to Reid?"

"I almost forgot how relentless you are, Derek."

Morgan moved to stand but was quickly jerked back against the seat and held in place by the two men who placed heavy hands on his shoulders.

"So you can imagine my surprise when I didn't hear from you." She continued.

The man placed a glass of champagne in front of her and one in front of Morgan who was fuming as he struggled against the hands pressing him against the chair.

"I don't know what happened to Dr. Reid and frankly, I don't care. My assistants were instructed to bring you and only you…here…to me…so, here you are. Now, drink with me." She leaned toward him and smiled.

Jordan picked up her glass smiling and waited for him to comply. When she realized he was not going to join her, the smile slowly faded and was replaced by anger.

"Listen Derek, you're going to have to come to the realization that you're going to be here for a while. So come on, let's toast to new beginnings…our new beginning."

"Jordan, stop this and let me go! I'm not going to play this… this game with you! Just tell me where Reid is and let me go!"

She was more than fuming now struggling to maintain her calm she stood and moved standing behind him between the two men who shifted slightly to make room for her, still keeping him pinned to the seat.

He cringed at her touch. She lightly ran her hands over his head, down the sides of his face and then over his neck. He tried in vain to move away from her touch but it was futile.

"Get your hands off of me!"

"I'm going to break you, Derek."

She continued to move her hands slowly over him and then leaning in close planted a kiss on the side of his neck whispering in his ear.

"Do you want to see your friend again?"

"Where is he?"

"Drink the drink."

He began struggling against the hands restraining him and her unwanted touch he wasn't going to comply and he wasn't going to be broken by this woman no matter what she had in mind.

He didn't see her reach into her pocket, nor did he see the syringe in her hand. He felt the sharp prick on his neck and the warm sensation that suddenly ran through his body…then everything went dark.

Fifth & Parker – 2 blocks from Mar's Bistro – Crime Scene – Day (early a.m.)

It was the chill in the air that met the agents as they stepped out of their SUV. Pulling their jackets close to their bodies they walked toward the busy crime scene. The sun had just begun to crack the darkness and several crime scene investigators and detectives were fast at work trying to decipher the events of the previous evening. Detective Marco Arias crossed the street and introduced himself to the two agents, together walking the rest of the way to the area that was now surrounded by yellow tape.

Two investigators with blue latex gloves were fully engaged in a search for evidence outside of Morgan's truck. So far very little had been discovered except blood samples, which were bagged to be sent to the lab for evaluation.

"Where there any witnesses?" Rossi asked the detective.

"None. It was pretty late…"

"Yeah, but surely there had to be other people walking to their cars." JJ added.

"Not really. Club patrons usually don't park quite this far away. Were your agents late?"

"Yes, Agent Morgan wanted to finish some reports for a case we'd just wrapped up and Dr. Reid was riding with him." Rossi answered.

"They arrived about forty-five minutes after we did." JJ added.

"That's why they had to park so far away." Rossi surmised.

"The crime in this area has been on the rise agents. This could have just been a random robbery." Said Detective Arias.

"I don't think so." Ross disagreed continuing to look at the scene.

"Why not?" Arias was puzzled.

"If this was random, then why take one and leave the other?" Rossi answered.

JJ noticed a curtain quickly close in the apartment above from where they were standing.

"Rossi!" JJ called tilting her head upwards.

"What's up, JJ?"

"Second floor…corner unit."

"Maybe someone saw something after all. Let's check it out."

The three headed into the building in hopes of finding someone who could lead to a break in the case. There was very little gathered from the crime scene and they were desperate for a break in the case.

The elderly woman answered the door on the third knock. Reluctant to answer she slowly opened the door poking her head through the small crack of the door opening. She looked at the three for a few seconds before saying a word.

"Can I help you?"

Rossi held up his credentials as did JJ while Detective Arias stood by.

"Agents Rossi, Jarreau, FBI and Detective Arias, D.C.P.D, can we ask you a few questions?"

"What about?"

"May we come in?" JJ asked.

The woman looked down the hallway and reluctantly stepped aside allowing them entrance. The apartment was small furnished with items from a time long past. JJ thought of her great grandmother as her eyes quickly gazed the multitude of framed pictures on the fireplace mantle, end tables and an antique piano tucked in a far corner.

Once the door was closed the woman relaxed and motioned for the three visitors to sit.

"Can I get you all anything to drink?"

"No thank you." Rossi answered.

"Then what can I do for you?"

"Late last night two men were attacked while walking to their car. We were wondering if you saw or heard anything?" Detective Arias asked.

"I heard some noise but I thought it was kids messing around."

"What kind of noise? JJ asked.

"Like fighting. Yelling…"

"Did you hear what was being said?"

"No. I'm sorry."

"You didn't by chance take a look out of the window." Rossi asked.

"It was dark but it looked like it was two against four or five guys dressed in black."

Rossi shot a glance at JJ and then the detective.

"Thank you for your help." Rossi handed the woman his card. "Please if you think of anything else, give me a call."

"Yes. Sure I will agent."

The three stood and headed toward the door.

Potomac General –

Shortly after the nurse and doctor had come in to check on Reid he'd fallen back to sleep. Hotch knew he needed to rest but it was important to question him about what had happened. The police and the team had not found anything that would lead them to Morgan; the longer he was gone the lower the odds were that they would find him and right now Reid was the only one that could tell them anything.

"What do we do now, Hotch?" Garcia asked.

"We keep looking until Reid can tell us something."

"Look where? Rossi and JJ didn't find anything at the scene; no witnesses, nothing!"

"We start at the beginning; from the moment we left the office until we each left Mar's. There has to be something or someone."

But what and who? Hotch knew they had an uphill battle in front of them. There was nothing leading them to Morgan's whereabouts and Reid the only witness was lying in a hospital bed asleep with the doctors forbidding them from waking him. Hotch paced the floor waiting, and wondering how to help his teammates before it was too late.

Morgan shivered against the cold floor as he slowly opened his eyes. The haze and the piercing headache reminded him that he was the captive of a mad woman. He was chained again except this time not only his hands were chained but now his feet were shackled as well. His mouth was dry from the drinking of the previous night and his stomach was beginning to wake as well; the snacks at Mar's had been all he had eaten yesterday.

He struggled against the chains to a sitting position leaning his back against the wall he looked around the room lit only by the few streams of light that peered in through a small window about twenty feet above him. He pulled on the chains around his wrist to see how far he would be able to move from the ring bolted to the floor. Two feet he guessed, not near enough to even stand. He wondered if his team had realized that he was missing.

The door opened and Jordan stepped into the room alone. She was dressed for work; she was going to walk into FBI headquarters and pretend that she didn't have a fellow agent chained to the floor like an animal. She'd worked side by side with him and his team, solving cases and bringing down UnSubs and they never knew that she was as sick as the people they hunted every day.

"Good morning, Derek. How'd you sleep?"

"Jordan, let me go. You don't have to keep this up. My team is going to be looking for me and when they find out you've done this…"

"But they're not going to find out, baby."

He leaned his head against the wall and closed his eyes. She wasn't listening to him she was too far gone in her madness for him to reach.

"Now, I've got to go to work but I'll be back this evening. Let's hope you're in a better mood and the two of us can enjoy a nice evening together, okay?"

Morgan began frantically pulling against the chains the anger in his eyes momentarily catching her off guard. Heading toward the door she began to laugh at his futile attempts to get free.

"You have all day to think about us and our future together, my love. I hope you come to your senses before this evening."

Potomac General –

She kept staring…so familiar…but he couldn't place her face. Maybe it was too dark or maybe it was because her hand blocked his view. Still he knew her from somewhere. She had nearly run into him when they had arrived he thought it was rude that she never apologized for being so close bumping him… she was in a hurry.

Why didn't she stop the men? She was so close she had to have seen them surround Morgan and him. They were too strong, kicking and hitting he tried to fight back but he was never good at fighting! Morgan kept looking at him trying to break free and…no! No! Morgan, watch out! Behind you!

Why didn't she yell? STOP! Something, anything! Wait, he'd seen her…in Dallas…at the crime scene…no…yes… at the restaurant where they ate the night before they left heading home…no, no, it was the crime scene…the restaurant…both!

He had to tell someone…now! He needed to talk to Hotch, Rossi, JJ, Garcia! Help Morgan! She said she was going to make him pay! He needed to wake up! I'm sorry, Morgan! Morgan!

Garcia's heart broke as she sat watching Reid sleep. He was so restless, moving and twitching; she wondered if he was having a nightmare, all of them struggled with nightmares, haunted by what they saw, evil and the aftermath of evil seemed to follow them home only to visit them in the quiet of their dreams.

She gently stood and pulled the blanket over him and pushed strands of his brown hair from his forehead. Silently she sent up a prayer for the young genius, thankful that he was here safe but her heart still ached for her best friend who had disappeared, she didn't want to think what could have happened to Morgan, if he were alive or worse…

"Hang on, Handsome…we're coming." She thought as she planted a soft kiss on Reid's head.