A/N: Thanks again to all who read/reviewed/added to alert. I appreciate it!

I felt like I was leaving out Morgan and Garcia, so this chapter is dedicated to them :)

Chapter 7: Where are they?

"What do you got for me Baby Girl?" Morgan sweet talked Garcia. They loved playing these silly little games with each other.

"Oh, whatever your wildest dreams can imagine my sexy chocolate god." Garcia used her most sultry voice.

"Come on Pen, games later, case now." Morgan winked at his coworker.

"Ok, Sugar if you insist" She looked up from her seat on the very comfortable looking chair. It had been set up in the Jereau's kitchen, along with three computers and Garcia's personal laptop, deeming the kitchen almost unusable. Almost. Mr. Jereau was attempting to cook what looked to be a large quantity of eggs and bacon. Mr. Jereau had insisted on a home cooked meal for the profilers, although at this rate it would have been easier and quicker to eat out.

Mr. Jereau dropped another large pan, it landed with an obnoxious bang. "Mr. Jereau, are you ok?" Garcia had jumped and questioned him every time he dropped something, which had been often.

"Yeah Penelope, I'm fine." Mr. Jereau responded with a smile.

"What do we got Sugar lips?" Morgan was getting antsy.

"Ok, well, this lovely little town only has about 6,000 residents. Unfortunately, out of those 6,000 about 2,300 own small silver cars. And I ran the search on our Mr. Farber, he worked at the school for 5 months. His cover was deep enough for anything the school might have checked, but my amazingly evil powers go deeper, way deeper. Mr. Farber was apparently never born, and he's not a real doctor. He graduated from community college with a degree in science. But before 1977 he never existed. I. can't find anything linking him to any other identity."

"Damn. Hotch is going to be pissed."

"And why is that Morgan?" Hotch strolled into the tiny kitchen. "And has anyone seen JJ or Reid? Where are they? He wasn't at the motel. I keep calling but there's no answer."

Morgan repeated what Garcia had just told him. "Damn it. Garcia, I want you to keep digging and Morgan, come with me. We're going looking for JJ and Reid, get in the car."

Slowly Reid opened his eyes. Pitch black nothingness surrounded him. He heard the sounds of dripping water both far off in the distance and closer near him. What he thought was water hit his head. As the young man slowly came to he began to realize he was bound to a chair. Another person, he assumed was JJ, was at his back, also tied to a chair.

Reid found it hard to breath, foul air sweeping in and out of his lungs. Was someone poisoning the profilers, he thought to himself.

JJ started to rustle on the chair behind Reid. She was also just waking up and starting to smell the obnoxious gaseous scent that filled the room.

"Reid? Is that you?" JJ questioned meekly.

Reid heard the utter terror in her voice as he shakily replied, "Yeah JJ, it's me. We're going to be fine." But he lied as he said this, for he did not know whether or not they would survive this. He couldn't let his beautiful young coworker know his suspicions about being poisoned. He knew he could not let her fear for them.

All the while more and more of what Reid thought to be water dripped on their heads. "What's that dripping on us?" asked JJ.

"I think it's just water, don't worry JJ."

The two heard the static noise of a tape recorded. JJ gasped. A muffled voice manifested itself in their ears.

"Good morning, my dear JJ. I was not expecting to see you so soon. You were quite foolish to go about so early in the morning and unprotected, with only this rag doll of a man by your side. I hope your colleagues are good at their jobs. The only way you will get out of here alive is if they can play my game. It is a most dangerous game, one not of hunting animals or mere men, but of hunting ME. I am so much more powerful than any mortal. And they must match their wits to mine if they wish to save you. I wish them luck in their journeys. They must find where I am to answer the question, 'where are you?'"

And with that, the recording ended. Reid heard the sound of JJ's soft sobbing.

"JJ, this man is purely delusional. Hotch and the team will have him in no time."

"Reid?"

"Yes, wa-what is it?"

"Do you remember how we got here?"

JJ did not remember. Reid did not remember. Where are they? Only the unsub knew. But he wasn't going to tell anytime soon.