Disclaimer: I don't own Criminal Minds or the characters. Some "guest stars" are based on people in my life while others are totally made up, as are some places and random actions.

Chapter 4

"Why didn't I get a text?" Morgan questioned out loud. He paced the room and looked at his phone every few seconds.

"I don't know," Kate sighed.

"I figured you of all people would be the first they'd contact. You're the one closest to Garcia." Reid said. "He sent the picture to every member of the BAU. Kevin didn't get one and he's FBI. There are other agents here. Armistead didn't get one. I'm sure we'd have heard if anyone here got the text. So it was BAU only."

"So, why didn't I get one?" Morgan slammed his phone on the table. He looked at it with disgust and turned away. He jumped as it rang and grabbed it up. "It's from Garcia!" he announced. Everyone ran up to him as he answered.

"Baby Girl?" he answered. He heard heavy breathing on the other end. "Baby Girl? PENELOPE!" he yelled. The breathing changed into maniacal clown laughter. "Dammit, where is she?! What did you do to her?!"

"You'll find out soon, real soon, Special Agent Derek Morgan," the voice was high-pitched, as if the caller had inhaled helium. The line went dead.

"What? Hello... HELLO?!" Morgan yelled into the static. After a few seconds he lowered the phone and stated blankly at it, then looked at his team.

"It wasn't her... it was... like a clown's voice. She's scared of clowns..."

"Morgan, what did they say?" JJ grasped his shoulders.

"He said, 'you'll find out soon, real soon,' then called me by name and title."

"You said it was Garcia calling? Reid asked.

"Yeah, it was her name on the caller I.D." Morgan paused. "How can she be calling when her phone is broken?"

"Whoever has her knows how to manipulate them. They have the hard drive," Kate said.

Morgan's phone chirped the text alert. He looked down and felt his heart drop. It was a picture of Garcia. She was wearing the same dress she wore for the wedding. Below it was a countdown clock that read "16:30:00." He watched in horror as the clock counted backwards.

"Oh, my God," JJ whispered. The others stared frozen at the screen.

"Hey, any news?" Hotch asked. As one, the team looked up as if they saw a ghost as he closed the door. "What is it?" He knew something had happened. He walked up to the group and Morgan held out his phone. Hotch took the phone and looked back up at Morgan. No words were needed.

Garcia groaned and opened her eyes. All she saw was inky darkness. She licked her lips and felt a soft cloth instead. Panic set in as she struggled to move, only to find her hands and feet bound. The movement, as little as it was, sent her head pounding.

"She's awake," the same gravelly voice as before snarled.

"Listen, stop struggling," a softer, higher voice whispered in her ear. "You'll only end up hurting yourself."

Garcia whimpered but stopped moving. "Good," the voice soothed. "Are you thirsty?" She nodded. "I'll give you water is you to promise not to scream. Do you promise?" She nodded again. "If you scream, you won't get any water until we feel you've learned your lesson. Do you understand?" She nodded a third time. She felt hands pull her up into a sitting position, then pushed until her back was pressed against a cold wall.

Garcia fought every impulse to scream as the gag was removed and a bottle was placed to her lips. She drank the water until she started to choke and the bottle was taken away. "Are you hungry?" the soft voice asked.

"Yes," she whispered. She wasn't sure how long she was knocked out and her stomach was growling. She knew she needed to keep up her strength if she was going to get out of this.

Garcia heard the rustling of a wrapper and felt something rough against her lips." It's OK, it's a granola bar," the soft voice said. She took a bite of the offering, then more, until it was finished. "Do you want another drink?" he asked.

"Yes." She drank slowly until she couldn't drink anymore, then pulled her head away. She felt sluggish and woozy.

"Did you drug me?" she whispered.

"Yes," the soft voice whispered back.

"Derek will find you; he will find me," she whimpered as she slowly succumbed to the darkness.

"I highly doubt that," the voice chuckled as he replaced the gag and eased her back down to the floor.

"Is she out?" Grant asked as Alfie came back to the front seat.

"Like a light," Alfie replied as he slipped in earbuds and dozed off.

The van continued for awhile before turning off an exit. Then drove down several country roads before turning onto a gravel driveway.

"Let's get this done fast and get out of here," Grant said as he pulled the van into the detached garage of an old farmhouse. The brothers grabbed the laptops, phones, bags, and the blonde's shoes and purse, and tossed them into a small, older RV. Together they picked up the blonde and brought her into the back bedroom of the RV. Alfie cut the zip ties off her wrists while Grant pulled two pairs of handcuffs from the duffle. He passed a pair to Alfie and together they attached one cuff to the blonde's wrists and the other to two eyebolts screwed into the wall. Alfie removed the blindfold and gag and Grant snapped a picture on his phone and sent it. He got a reply a minute later:

*Good job*

"Let's get going," Grant said. "You drive." He walked up to the front while Alfie replaced the blindfold and gag.

Garcia slowly woke up. She tried to move her arms but they were trapped above her head. She tugged on the restraints and felt metal cutting her wrists. She whimpered behind the gag as she realized she was cuffed. She also felt like she was moving but the mattress under was soft, just somewhat lumpy. Garcia felt a shift in the vehicle as it turned, then stopped.

"We need gas," she heard one of her captors say. "I know, but we're low on gas and I don't want to run out twenty miles from home. I'm going to grab some jerky and something vegetarian for her. Do you want anything?" She didn't hear the response over the squeals of the doors opening and slamming.

They know I'm a vegetarian, she thought. Her mind was still fuzzy but she focused on things she'd learned from work and relied on her remaining senses. They jumped me. But they somehow hacked Derek's phone to lure me, knowing I would go and they have the smarts to actually hack it, so they know I don't eat meat. Clearly they've been stalking me. What else do they know? My past? That's no secret...What is that? She heard a different voice, a smooth voice. A radio DJ? She focused her mind to hear anything coherent:

"Hey basketball fans, the Pacers lost to the Knicks in New York. We're giving away two tickets your Indiana Pacers' home game against the Chicago Bulls tomorrow night, just be the..."

Basketball? Your Indiana Pacers? I'm in Indiana! No other state would refer to the state team as "yours."

Garcia felt the vehicle rock and the doors squeal again. The vehicle started and the engine was loud- a diesel. She felt it take off, then turn. The road was bumpy at first, then smooth. The vehicle picked up speed. She heard vehicles pass on either side. Interstate? She heard footsteps moving towards her. Footsteps?

"Hey, are you awake?" the soft-voiced captor asked. She nodded. "Do you need the bathroom?" She nodded again. "I'll uncuff you and let you use it, but don't try anything. There's no where for you to go," he said as he unlocked one cuff, then the other. He cut the binding around her ankles, then dragged her off the bed until her feet hit the floor, then helped her to her feet. He guided her a few steps before pulling off the blindfold and gag. She blinked rapidly as her eyes adjusted in the light. It was very dim but what little light there was made her head ache. She looked at her captor and saw he was wearing a black ski mask.

"Sit." her captor pointed to the loo. Garcia stared at him. "I'll give you some privacy," he said and partially closed the door.

Garcia allowed herself to wash her hands at the sink after finishing. She looked at her surroundings: the tiny sink, the odd-looking loo, the bed, movement... she was in a camper.

"Come on," get captor forced her back the few steps back to the bed. He gently pushed her until she fell back onto it. She scuttled back to the wall, drew her legs up to her chest, and whimpered.

Her captor sat on the edge of the bed. He emptied a plastic bag in between them and offered her the small bags of carrots and celery and small jar of peanut butter. "Do your want Sprite, water, or milk?" He asked.

"Milk, please," she whispered. The captor left, closing a curtain behind him. He returned seconds later and put a milk chug on the bed.

"Eat," he ordered. She pulled the food and milk closer but her hands were shaking too hard to open the peanut butter jar. She looked at him and held it out. He took it, opened it, and gave it back. He picked up the milk chug and opened it as well.

She made quick work of the vegetables and milk. "Why are you being so nice to me?" she asked quietly. "You're feeding me, let me use the loo..."

"Even those on death row get three squares," he replied.

"Death... row...? I don't... understand. You... drugged... me again... didn't... you?" she whispered as twin tears ran down her cheeks.

"Yes," he answered. "I'd much rather do that. You've cooperated, so I don't need to hit you to keep you quiet." He laid her gently on the bed

"Please, don't..." she slurred as the drugs took over again and she blacked out. Alfie quickly recuffed, gagged, and blindfolded her. He removed his ski mask and ran his fingers down her cheek, wiping away the tears. He moved to stroke her beautiful hair, pleased it was as soft as it looked. He shook his head as if coming out of a trance and got up and went back to the front. He popped in his earbuds and fell asleep, dreaming of long blonde curls.

A/N: I hope y'all enjoyed chapter 4.