A/N- Hello everyone! Yes, I am back with another chapter, yada, yada, yada. Again if you have any requests for the story let me know, because I'm not sure where this is going.

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Spoilers for 2x15 "Revelations".

Warning: Language

Disclaimer: I only own Nate. And he's really creepy. I wish Reid was mine.

"Garcia, could you track him?" Hotch asked as calmly as he could.

The tech looked up with eyes full of tears, her mascara running down her cheeks. "I'm so sorry, sir. I couldn't."

"It's not your fault Garcia. Get everything you can on a man named Nate, whose father I'd have shot," Hotch said, walking out of her lair, needing some time alone.

JJ and Prentiss followed, making their way to the washrooms.

Rossi stepped outside, heading to his office. His eyes were full of thought.

Morgan walked over to a trembling Garcia, bringing his arms around her, pulling her into a much needed hug. "Shh, it's okay baby girl." Garcia continued to sob into Morgan's shoulder. "We're gonna find this bastard and he's gonna go to jail for a long, long time. But not before he deals with me."

"And me," Garcia added angrily. "No one messes with my little genius."

After shutting off the camera, Nate looked at Reid. He had to admit it, he felt sorry for the young man. But nothing could stop him from getting back at Agent Hotchner. Nothing.

He didn't give Reid a large dose, so he would be waking up pretty soon. But that didn't stop the little BAU team from thinking that he'd given his captive a lot of said drug.

He left the concrete room, setting down his tripod in the small closet down the hallway from the makeshift prison cell. Nate walked through the small warehouse he was using for his plan and headed towards a tiny kitchen area that he'd made when he'd originally found the abandoned building.

As he began to make himself a sandwich, Nate wondered what Agent Hotchner was thinking right now. Probably overrun with guilt, Nate hoped. If only he could see him, know what he's thinking, what the big, tough unit chief going through at this very moment.

Nate needed to do more to the doctor, he knew. As much as he didn't want to hurt an innocent young man, he knew he needed to. For his father. For him. For revenge.

After Nate finished preparing his meal, he poured himself a glass of cold water. He headed out of the small make-do kitchen and went in the direction of the room that Reid was in.

I glanced up at my parents, confused.

"Spencer, please got to the other room." My dad told me.

"Don't treat him like a child," My mother scolded.

"I'm not gonna have this conversation in front of him."

"Statistically, children who grow up in two parent households attain 3 more years of high education than people from single parent households." I told my parents. I liked to spout off facts.

"We're not statistics, Spencer." Dad says.

"I'm not crazy," My mom interjected.

"If you refuse to take care of yourself, I can't help ya." My dad is not very nice to my mother.

"I do take care of myself!" My mom stood up for herself.

I keep glancing between the two adults arguing.

"What day is it?" My dad asks, trying to prove my mom wrong.

My mom looks to me. "That's not fair," she sighs.

"I'm out of ideas, Diana," my dad says, closing the suitcase that he'd been packing.

"Well, you can take Spencer with you. Just for a little while."

"Don't do this," Dad starts.

"You're weak!" My mom hisses.

"You're right," My dad nods and grabs his bags. "Goodbye." One word that's all I get. Dad leaves.

I turn to my mom. "I'm not weak."

"I know, honey," My mom agrees, a sad look on her face.

My mom hugs me.

Reid slowly opened his drug hazed eyes to find he was alone in the room. He was surprised to find a few tears running down his face.

Reid felt and immediate sense of déja-vu from back when he was with Hankel. That's when the panic started to flow through him.

What if he got addicted again!? No, no, no, NO! This could not happen! He suddenly felt an extreme rush of immense anger towards Nate for putting him through that again. He couldn't go through the cravings and need for the Dilaudid all over again.

Suddenly, the door opened, revealing Nate, putting Reid out of his panic.

"Have a nice sleep?" Nate asked casually as he went to sit in a chair that Reid hadn't seen before, across the room. He had a sandwich and water.

"You fucking bastard!" Reid yelled. "Do you know what you just put me through!? And what I'm going to go through?" Reid's yells turned into a bit of a sob.

"I have a bit of an idea, yes." Nate began. "And I'd watch your mouth with me, Spencer. I could have done a lot worse."

"You're weak." Was all Reid said. Those words would have more meaning than anyone would ever know.

Nate ignored him. "We need to contact your team again soon."

Already? Reid thought and simply sat back and glared. Watching Nate eat made Reid realize how hungry he was. He'd need to eat soon.

Rossi knocked on the unit chief's office door.

"Come in." He heard Hotch say from inside.

The senior profiler opened the door and walked inside. Hotch was sitting at his desk, his head in his hands.

"I know you're blaming yourself, Aaron."

"Would you be?" Hotch asked, lifting his head up, looking Rossi in the eye.

"I can't deny it." Rossi shrugged. "But you need to know that it's not your fault. All of the blame is on Nate."

"But I'm the reason that he's doing this, Dave." Hotch sighed.

"Nate is the one who chose to do this. Not you. Not Reid. It's not any of our faults. You need to know that." Rossi said, looking his long-time friend and co-worker in the eye.

"I know."

"I don't think you do." Rossi began. "And I know for a fact that Reid doesn't. And that he wouldn't want you to be blaming yourself in any way. But we need to have our heads in this case. Reid needs us to have our heads in this case, Aaron."

"I've dropped the case in California and we're not doing any other cases until we find Reid and Nate is arrested." Hotch said, standing up. "Thanks, Dave."

"Anytime. Now let's go check on Garcia." Rossi smiled and patted his boss on the shoulder.

They made their way out of the office and into Garcia's lair just in time to see the screens go black once again, the image of their youngest agent popping up.

"BAU team!" Hotch yelled out the door.

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