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Also, I have an idea for a Prentiss return story; I just want to see what you like for a title...

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If you want to get out alive/Hold on run for your life/If you want to get out alive/Hold on run for your life… If I stay it won't be long/Till I'm burning on the inside/If I go I can only hope/That I make it to the other side ~Three Days Grace "Get Out Alive"

There was an unused building not too far from the bar where Tobias and Foyet had met. In another lifetime, the building had been a gas station, pedaling fuel and snacks to weary drivers. Now, the metal pumps were rusting, the paint peeling from the exterior and interior walls. The rooms were empty and the debris of many gatherings of beings of ill-repute remained scattered on the concrete floors. It was here that they put their plan into action.

Tobias started it by hacking school records, looking for the little boy; before he'd begun doing bigger crimes, he had hacked into many databases, and the criminal still hadn't lost his touch. It didn't take him long to find the school, the home address and the distance between the two locations; as bare-bones as his system was right now, it worked well enough to secure what he needed.

As Tobias printed the route between the school and the boy's home address, Foyet walked into the building. He was carrying a roll of duct tape, a knife and a plastic bag of Chinese food. Draped over the man's shoulders were a large amount of blankets and dragging behind him was a large plastic travel kennel for a large-breed dog.

"Do you have everything?" the older man asked, setting the blankets on the crate and shoving it into a corner. In response, Tobias wordlessly handed him a map with a highlighted stretch of road on it. After looking it over, Foyet chuckled.

"I've got a van and some masks. We'll work this thing this afternoon when classes get out."

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It had been a month since they had started, but already Spencer and Derek were the talk of the school. As predicted, Spencer had skipped a few grades, and was now taking classes with Derek's age group. Derek, meanwhile, was Spencer's unofficial protector, along with Mick, Prophet, Adam and Mandy. Another group of friends they had made included Ashley Wilson, a girl who lived in their neighborhood, as well as Beth and Dan Jacobs, a 15-year-old brother and 10-year-old sister also within walking distance of the school.

It was on this particular day, a Friday, that Spencer and Derek were walking home from school, both laden down with homework from their teachers, that things changed.

"I don't know how much longer I can carry this thing," Spencer panted as they walked away from the school and toward home. The kid shrugged his shoulders, unsuccessfully adjusting his backpack so it seemed to weigh less on his tiny shoulders.

Derek ruffled the boy's hair. "Yeah, it's heavy," he admitted. "But you get used to it after a while, kid." With that, he moved ahead of the kid, grabbing his hand as he did so.

Spencer looked at a passing blue-green cargo van as it barreled down the street before setting his mouth in a firm line and hoisting his backpack farther up on his shoulders and taking another step down the sidewalk toward home.

It was just another day after school. But the normality of the day shattered within seconds.

The cargo van that had passed by the two boys just moments ago suddenly made a U-turn and screeched to a halt on the curb just in front of the boys. A second later, two masked figures, one with the face of Justin Bieber and the other with the face of Borat, had opened the doors and barged their way out of the van toward the two boys.

Derek turned back to face them. "Spencer, run!" he cried to the younger boy, who wasted no time in dashing up the street toward safety, dropping his heavy backpack as he did so. Past experience had taught him that he would run faster without the bulky bag on his back.

Derek, meanwhile, had slung his backpack at one of the masked men, "Borat." It hit the guy's leg and he collapsed, cursing. Meanwhile, the other masked man had sprinted after Spencer's retreating form, dashing after the tiny figure only a few feet away.

The first masked man was rising to his feet, trying to take down Derek again. Instead, Derek smacked him; the man's mask fell off his face, revealing a young man in his early thirties with a shock of blonde hair. Derek dropped his backpack, ready to beat the guy to a pulp with his bare hands.

That was when Derek heard a scream. It was a scream he knew well, and one he had never hoped to hear again. Horrified, Derek turned his head to see the other masked man, "Justin Bieber", had caught up to Spencer and was now carrying him back toward the van. Spencer was fighting the man, kicking and struggling, but it was obvious that the man wasn't going to let go easily.

"Let me go! Derek, help me!" Spencer cried.

"Hang on, Kid!" Derek yelled, sprinting toward the masked man and Spencer. He tackled them both, like he used to tackle players at the Center back in Chicago. Again, the other man's mask fell off, revealing an older man in his fifties with salt-and-pepper hair. This other man wasted no time in kicking out at Derek, hitting him squarely in the ribs.

"Oof!" Derek was pushed backward, the wind knocked out of him. He rolled onto his back and heard the sound of pounding feet running toward where he had come from. And then Spencer's voice rang in Derek's ears.

"Derek, help me! Derek, please! Help me! Please help me!"

Derek rolled onto his side, but it was all the movement he could do. He watched as the two men climbed into the van, the younger boy in the grasp of the blonde thug while Salt-and-pepper slammed the sliding door into the van and clamored into the front seat. With a screech of burning rubber and a cloud of diesel, the van roared off down the street and around the corner, disappearing from sight.

There were other voices, men and women calling out different directions; Derek heard "Someone call 911," intermixed with cries of "check on that other kid," and "did someone get the plates on that vehicle?"

And that was when Derek's body, overwhelmed with the stress of the day and the pain of his fight, shut down. The teenager closed his eyes….

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Emily Prentiss entered the conference room; usually when a day of paperwork was interrupted this late in the workday by a case, it meant one of two things. Either it was a bad one that deserved their immediate attention, or it involved kids.

This one was both, as she came to discover when Rossi tossed her a case file after he had gathered herself, Cooper, Kevin, Gina and Jordan Todd, a new agent who had just come from Counterterrorism. The contents of said file scattered across the table, revealing the photo of a little boy. A moment later, before Prentiss could take a closer look, Garcia hurried in, followed by Hotch, whose gaze swept across the room.

Todd looked up at their supervisor. "I didn't get a case file, or a call," she began, looking confused.

Hotch shook his head. "This one came to Rossi, Cooper and me from CPS. You wouldn't have received anything." As he spoke, he pointed the remote at the screen and a set of pictures came up, the first one being of the same 10-year-old boy posing for his school picture, his curly brown hair tucked behind his ear. Garcia gasped, shaking her head.

"You're welcome to sit this one out, kitten," Rossi gently urged Garcia, but the tech shook her head.

"I won't," she defended urgently. "I owe him everything I can to bring him back."

Hotch continued as soon as they were done speaking "This is ten year old Spencer Reid from Las Vegas, Nevada. He was taken 45 minutes ago from just outside George Washington Public Academy by two white men wearing masks who were driving a blue-green cargo van…."

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A/N: Feel free to totally freak out on me...

Thanks to my awesome reviewers Jayde Rayne, Love Angel 1705, the-vampire-act, Sue1313, MegalegU, JusticeIsBlind13 and Abigail Thalia La Rue! You guys are AMAZING! Thanks for sticking with me so far! :D

And my Prentiss return story... The summary is: Ian Doyle returns to DC. He's found that Emily's alive and plans to draw her out… using a member of her team.

I have three possible titles:

1: Get Out Alive
2: My Time of Dying
3: See Who I Am

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