"What do you want from me?" Gwen asked. 'I was sleeping so peacefully too until this asshole grabbed me.'

There were things that could piss off the veteran field officer, but when it came to sleep after so many hours of working everyone better watch out.

"You've seen what I have done and haven't flinched but instead ask what I want. Who the hell are you?" This mystery man replied.

"I have seen worse so it doesn't bother me. You are nothing because of what you've done. What have you got against strippers anyway?"

"Oh the list is a long one but to make it short and sweet for you, my mother was one."

There wasn't anything else that needed to be said. Just those four words were enough to make her realize that not only was his mother a stripper she must of had the same hair as the victims, same build, height and roughly the same weight.

"Judging by your silence I take it that you understood the other things that the victims had in common with her." He sneered at her.

"My team will come for me. There will be nothing that you can do." She said with as much confidence in her voice as she could muster.

"Hopefully they won't be too late or they won't be finding you in one piece." With that he left her alone.
-

"It's been two days and we haven't found a damn thing. How is this possible?" Reid demanded.

"Reid, calm down. We will find her and that bastard will have the rest of his sorry life to serve life sentence." Morgan told him resting a hand on his shoulder.

Hotch had been noticing how Reid had been acting for the last two days. Throwing himself into work, and the main thing was how close he was getting to Jace. He finally decided it was time to ask Reid if anything had happened.

"Reid, can I talk to you...alone?" Hotch asked.

Reid nodded his head and stood up to follow his leader.

Once Hotch thought that they were far enough away from the rest of the team he turned to face Reid. "I need you to be honest with me Reid. Did you sleep with Gwen the night before she was taken?"

Reid took a second before nodding his head. "Yes sir. It just happened. I was being nice. Treated her to dinner in the room and we had some wine."

Hotch just looked at him for a moment. "You love her don't you?"

The question took Reid by surprise and he let himself think for a moment. "I believe I do." He whispered.

Hotch nodded and told him, "Then I will work harder to make sure we find her in time. I think there's something different with his pattern. There's something about Gwen that has made him not kill her yet. I want you to look at all the places he has left his victims, there may be something that we have missed. If its okay with you I want Morgan to work with Jace. As much as we probably shouldn't do it but we don't have a choice. Jace is the best way of finding her."

Reid nodded and walked off.

Hotch went back to the rest of team and told them the plan.

Morgan glanced at the dog and realized Jace glanced at him and looked away. Apparently they both felt the same way about working with each other.
-

Gwen felt like she just wanted to give up.

She could feel every bruise and maybe a broken rib or two or something else that is broken. It hurt just to breathe. She wasn't tied to the chair anymore but her hands were tied behind her back and her ankles were tied as well. She didn't even want to try to move so she stayed laying on her side wishing that something would happen, anything at all. At the moment she was praying to God that the asshole wouldn't come back down the stairs, she wasn't sure that she could handle another beating.
-

Morgan had a drill for him and Jace to run all thanks to the local K-9 unit.

They were more than happy than to help him out.

So far it was going okay. Jace was listening to him and watching every move.

Apparently the dog knew sign language, which impressed him beyond words.

He gave the signal and Jace leapt forward, Morgan followed him. Following the scent that had been set by one of the officers they went through the hallways, checked rooms until Jace came to a locked door and sat down.

He looked up at Morgan and then at the door. Morgan kicked it in and followed Jace through. After a few seconds they found what they needed and the trial run was over.

"Come on boy. Lets go get something to eat." Morgan told Jace, placing a hand on his head.

For once Jace followed Morgan at his heels.

On the third day Reid had something. All the places that the victims were left at seemed to be making a circle around a certain point. Calling Garcia he had her run all the coordinates and finally found what they were looking for.

"Go bring her home Reid. Make that sick bastard pay for what he has done."

"I plan on it. We'll tell when we have her Garcia."

Reid turned and left the room at a run to find Hotch. Handing the paper over he nodded.

"Nice work. Find Morgan and Jace, bring them here."

Once everyone was suited up and loaded in the vans they left. Even Jace had a full FBI bullet vest on. He was restless the whole trip. Hotch planned on the attack being a surprise. They pulled off to the side of the road and hid the vehicles.

"Reid and Morgan will go through the back with Jace. Check to see if there's a basement or anything that may lead to secret tunnel. Especially since he hasn't left much evidence at the sites. J.J and myself will go through the front. Everyone else check around the perimeter."

Everyone set out. Nearing the back door Jace perked his ears up and lowered his nose to the ground. Reid gave a little more of the leash to Jace and let him do his job.

Morgan drew his gun from his right hip and walked beside them. It wasn't even a few seconds later and Jace tore the leash from Reid's hand. Leaping at the door he growled and started scratching.

Morgan kicked it in and took off after the speed demon as he followed his nose. Reid not that far behind. Jace came to another door that seemed to lead downstairs.

"Reid you go downstairs with Jace, I'll check around up here."

Reid opened the door and Jace shot down the stairs. Drawing his gun from his hip he carefully followed. Jace came back to him and barked. "SSSHHH!"

Once Reid had stepped down on the floor Jace raced back over to the corner. Seeing a shape Reid raced over.

Putting a hand on it turning it over he discovered it was Gwen. Pushing her hair out of face he gently tapped her cheek. Her eyes opened slowly. "Reid...you found me. I knew you would." She rasped out. Her throat hurt so bad.

"Sssshhhh...There will be time for talk later. For now keep still." Turning to look at Jace he whispered, "Find the others."

With Jace gone he turned and faced the stairs, watching and waiting.

It only took a few more moments and he heard footsteps. "Reid, its me Morgan. I have Hotch with me. J.J went to call for an ambulance."

Morgan came into view and Reid lowered his gun. With Jace standing guard and Morgan's help they were able to untie Gwen.

A quick look between the two and Reid nodded. Morgan gently picked Gwen up trying to not put any pressure on her stomach. She barely had the strength to wrap her arms around his neck. Laying her head against his shoulder she gasped and tried to breathe normally.

"I'm okay Morgan. Just go slowly."
"I will. We'll have you out of here before you know it."
"Not if I have anything to say about that." Said a voice from the corner. He was hiding under the stairs and waiting until the right moment.

"You son of a bitch." Reid ground out and stepped in front Morgan with his gun drawn.

There was a low growl as Jace creeped forward slowly.

"Fass.*" Gwen whispered.
Jace leapt from his position and grabbed the guys throat.

"With Gwen in the hospital and recovering nicely there is nothing left for us to do." Hotch told the team. "The paperwork for the death of the man is being handled by the K-9 unit officer. We will meet at the plane in 2 hours."
Reid left without a word to everyone else and headed to the hospital.

A/N: *Fass- German for attack.