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Rossi leaned back in his desk chair and rubbed a hand over his face. The team wasn't any closer to finding Reid than they first were when they found out he was missing. Morgan and Blake went to Reid's apartment and found it to be locked. Morgan used the spare key that Reid had given him in case of an emergency to open the door. There was no sign of struggle in the apartment, so they knew Reid had either gone willingly with the unsub, or he never made it back to his apartment the previous night. Morgan and Blake talked to Reid's neighbors to see if they saw Reid last night, and none of them did.

Garcia was having no luck either. She looked at the security footage outside of the BAU to see if someone might have followed Reid as he was leaving, but she found absolutely nothing.

The idea that the unsub might possibly be Gideon plagued Rossi's mind. He already scarred Reid by abandoning him. If he really did take Reid, he would make sure there would be hell to pay. Exactly one week from today marks a very special day for him and Reid.

Six years previously

Rossi walked into The Jones Family Diner in Quantico. He really didn't feel like cooking after the long day of paper work he had. He also knew not many people would go to the diner after seven, so he could eat in peace. After he sat down and ordered his food, he noticed Reid in a booth across the diner, absentmindedly twirling a coin in his hand. Having been with the team close to six months now, Rossi was comfortable walking across the diner and sliding into the seat across from Reid. Reid looked surprised.

"Care to tell me what that coin is?" Rossi asked with a raised eyebrow, "I've never seen you with it before."

Reid looked as if he was about to respond, but something was holding him back.

"Rossi, if I tell you, will you promise not to judge me?" the young genius asked.

Rossi completely understood the young agent's hesitation. He had been with the team for only six months. He probably would have been more comfortable discussing this with Hotch or Morgan.

"Reid, I've done enough stupid stuff in my life to lose the right to judge anyone," he responded with a smirk, trying to lighten the mood.

Reid chuckled a little, then his face became serious.

"A year and a half ago, the team and I were investigating a case in Georgia. We were searching for an unsub that was using religion as justification for murder. JJ and I were sent to interview a man named Tobias Hankel, who we discovered to be the unsub. JJ and I got separated. She ran into a barn and was attacked by Hankel's dogs. I ran around the back of the barn where we thought Hankel might have gone. He found me and knocked me to the ground. He began to argue with himself, and I figured out he had split personality disorder. He knocked me unconscious and took me to his cabin.

"While the rest of the team searched for me, the personality of Hankel's father beat me and recorded it on a webcam, so the team could watch it live. The personality of Raphael psychologically tortured me by making me choose who would live and who he would murder, including a member of the team. Hankel's father actually killed me, but Hankel revived me. Hankel tried to ease my pain while I was being tortured; however, he did so using the drug Dilaudid, and I became addicted to it.

"After the team found me, I struggled with this addiction. The drugs caused me to be bitter, and I even lashed out at Prentiss. When I realized I was pushing away those I love, I decided that no matter how hard the withdrawals were, I had to stop taking Dilaudid. I struggled for months to get clean, but it was well worth it. I've been clean for exactly one year, today. A friend that I met a few months ago gave me this coin today to remind me what I've overcome."

While telling his story, Reid had avoided Rossi's gaze. Now that he had finished, he finally looked up. Rossi stared at him in amazement. The young man before him was so much stronger than Rossi could ever imagine.

"Reid, when you look at that coin, don't just think about you being clean for a year. Think about the brave, strong man that you have become. Someone as young as you should not ever experience what you did. No one should, but you unfortunately did. Most agents would have just given up after that. I know I would have, but you didn't. Yes, you may have had an addiction, and I can see you are not proud of that, but you gave up the drugs on your own. I truly admire you, Dr. Reid."

All Reid could do was smile.

"Tell you what," Rossi continued, "Every year, we come back to this diner on this day, unless we're out on a case. This is a very special day for you, and I would be honored if you'd allow me to celebrate with you."

Reid nodded.

Rossi smiled as he relived the memory. He looked out the window.

"We will find you Reid, and you and I will be at that diner in a week." he vowed.

Reid stopped struggling with his bonds as he heard Gideon approach.

"I made you some tomato soup," Gideon said with a smile, carrying a tray with a bowl on it, "It's a cold night, so I thought you might like something warm."

"Thank you, Gideon," Reid said, deciding it would be wise to play along now and catch Gideon off guard.

Gideon set the tray down on the coffee table and got out a knife. He cut the ropes binding Reid's ankles and the ropes binding his wrists. As Reid sat up, Gideon sat down on the couch next to him. Reid took the bowl of soup. He was hungry, so he ate the soup while Gideon stared out the window. When Reid finished, he set the bowl back on the tray and Gideon turned back to him.

"I think you're going to enjoy living here, Spencer," Gideon said, patting Reid's shoulder.

Reid forced a smile.

"I think I will, too," he responded.

"Want me to make some hot chocolate, maybe play some chess?" Gideon suggested.

Reid nodded and followed Gideon as he walked toward the kitchen. On the way, Reid noticed the front door. Reid stopped, and Gideon didn't seem to notice as he continued to walk out of sight into the kitchen. Reid sprinted to the door. Unfortunately, the moment his hand touched the handle, Gideon grabbed him and yanked him away from the door. That's when Reid noticed an entryway near the front door that led to the kitchen.

"Gideon, let me go!" Reid demanded.

"I wish you wouldn't struggle against me, Spencer," Gideon grunted, wrestling Reid into the kitchen, "I'm only doing what's best for you!" He suddenly yelled.

He grabbed Reid's hair and bashed his head against the kitchen table. Reid moaned as black spots danced in his vision. Sensing that Reid was about to pass out, Gideon moved Reid so that he was lying on the kitchen table, keeping him from falling on the floor. He brushed Reid's hair out of his eyes as his eyes fluttered shut.

"I really wish you wouldn't make me hurt you."

There's chapter four! I hope you enjoyed it! Reviews are much appreciated.