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Callen

"James, finish making those sandwiches and go feed the agents, oh and here." He stooped down, opened a cupboard and brought out a large bottle of water. He slammed in down in front of Darrell's face, which had been resting on the kitchen counter, his body slack with sleep.

He jolted awake and snarled angrily at Callen.

"Don't give me that look. Take this and go with James." He commanded.

Darrell grumbled before following James down to the basement.

Callen sat back down on the couch resting his arms behind his head.

His plans began to re-construct themselves in his mind. He smiled in satisfaction.

Basement

The door to the basement opened and 2 sets on boots clambered down the stairs.

Reid had been sleeping again. His body ached as he came back to reality and the realisation of the trauma it had been through. His side still burned steadily, the pain less intense now. The dried blood itched his skin, and he shifted against it in discomfort. The pain in his ear flowed deep into his skull, a silent ringing buzzed through it. The light still hurt his eyes. He squinted against it as it sent white daggers into his head.

Morgan had been stood up, slowly pacing, his eyes fixed on the door.

Hotch was leant against the bars his arms hanging through them.

The rest of the team were sat on the floor surrounding Reid, absentmindedly protecting their youngest.

Hotch and Morgan stood close to the bars and watched with narrowed eyes as the two men made their way into the light, remaining silent.

"Back." The smaller one, with the qrotesque missing eye, barked holding a knife in his right hand.

He handled the knife better than he had the gun. Hotch assumed it was his weapon of choice and he wasn't going to find out why he liked it so much. He inched away from the bars, nearing the rest of the team.

Morgan didn't move at first, he stubbornly stood his ground, then slowly he pulled away.

The bigger guy unlocked the gate and slouched in throwing the plastic plate, mounted with slapstick sandwichs, on the floor. The small guy handed him the bottle.

As he was placing the hefty bottle on the floor, a knee flew up striking him in the groin, he bent double. Morgan didn't waste a second he was straight onto the next guy, kicking the knife from his hand.

"MORGAN!" Hotch shouted.

Morgan ignored landing a fist into the smaller guys stomach.

The bigger guy had recovered and before Hotch could access the situation, he withdrew a gun from his waistband.

"Don' any of you move!" The big guy threatened.

Morgan was too busy fighting the smaller guy and winning to notice the sudden danger.

The big partner with the gun swivelled back round to the agents. He saw JJ near to him and grabbed her by her long blonde ponytail, pulling her up next to him. Emily scrambled to stop her friend being ripped away from her.

"NO, leave her alone!" Reid begged. Emily was on her feet, but stopped dead when the big guy pressed the gun barrel to JJ's temple.

"MORGAN!" Hotch yelled again, panic rising insid him.

"Stop!" Garcia pleaded, a fresh stream of tears dripping down her cheeks.

Morgan turned to see the scene behind him. His raised fists dropped to his sides upon seeing the blonde in a headlock, pressed up to the big guys chest, a gun poised on he skull.

Morgan's wide eyes were full of regret and terror as he raised his trembling arms in surrender. The small guy, nursing a bloody nose, retrieved his knife and backed out of the cell, not wanting to be attacked again.

"Make one move and her pretty little brains will be all over the floor." The larger bloke roared. JJ whimpered as his grip around her throat got tighter. But she gritted her teeth and continued to struggle against his trunk of an arm.

"Stop! Let her go, I won't try anything again. Take me instead" Morgan cried.

"Get back"

Morgan, his hands still raised, edged back towards the team.

The big guy released JJ, who fell to the floor panting wildly and clutching her throat. Emily grabbed her arm and pulled her back into their protection.

The gun was turned on Morgan.

"You will be punished for that." The big one seethed.

Suddenly he slammed the gun into Morgan's face, sending him to the floor. He proceeded to kick Morgan, aiming them at his chest and stomach, the dirt from his boots spiralling off into all directions.

"He will deal with you properly." Grunted their captor, flicking his head up to the ceiling, to where Callen was most likely sat. He gathered a mouthful of spit and pitched it down onto Morgan's curled up body.

The two men staggered out again, their breathing more audible and ragged. Making their way out of the dingy basement.

"Morgan? You alright?" Rossi murmured. A small grunt followed and Morgan slowly uncurled himself.

" 'm alrigh'"

"Morgan, I understand your frustration. But don't try that agian." Hotch watched Morgan sit up, seeing his cheek convert to a deep red shade from the gun impacting it. "They were both armed. You could've gotten yourself killed, not to mention JJ!" Hotch berated.

Morgan crawled towards them. "How the hell are we meant to get of here then, Hotch!?" He was clutching his ribs tightly, knowing for sure one was broken.

Rossi looked down at the floor.

"We will come up with something." Hotch promised.

"We are running out of time..." Morgan said doubtfully.

Emily's stomach growled angrily. Fed up of waiting she grabbed a sandwich and bit into it.

"EMILY! What the hell are you doing!" Morgan yelled.

" I'm hungry" she defended innocently through a mouthful of stale bread, taking another big bite.

"You had no idea what could've been in that." He said in disbelief.

JJ picked up a triangular sandwich and gingerly bit into it.

"JJ!" Reid shouted. He glanced over at Morgan who's face was equally bamboozled.

"We're hungry!" JJ squeaked.

"It's not poisoned." Emily smiled, and slowly, tauntingly, she took another bite, releasing a fake moan of pleasure that sent JJ into a small fit of giggles.

Reid shook his head,which sent streaks of pain into it. "The chances that the sandwiches were poisoned or tampered with is..." he was cut off as JJ shoved a sandwich into his open mouth, giving him a look of motherly expectance.

"Eat." She demanded. Reluctantly, he took the sandwich out of his mouth and nibbled the crust, making sure it was safe.

"We asked for food, it would be rude not to accept it." Rossi concluded grabbing two and devouring them.

Before long the whole team had had a sandwich, JJ and Emily already on their second and Rossi on his third.

Morgan unscrewed the cap on the water bottle, and replenished his dry throat. Pulling back with a gasp and handing it to Alex.

When it got round to Reid, he took a huge gulp and choked on it slightly. He coughed a few times, Rossi hit his back "Go easy, kid." He chuckled.

"Easier said than done" Reid coughed back, grasping his painful ribs.

"You sure you're okay?" Alex asked nervously.

"Well, I'm not okay, but considering everything that's happened, I'm doing pretty good." He said offering her a small grin and for the first time in days Alex smiled back.

"Finally! Blake's back!" Garcia yelled grinning madly at her.

There was shouting upstairs. It had been around 20 minutes since the men had left.

"You did what!?" Callen's voice boomed.

Callen

Callen flicked through the channels whilst the men deliver the food, he heard scuffling and yelling below him but chose to ignore it.

His men returned around 5 minutes later and he herd them retake their seats at the kitchen counter. He didn't speak to them, busy watching the channels. He landed on the news channel. A picture catching his gaze.

"...shoot out, the victims should make a full recovery. We warn anyone in the local area to remain indoors until the shooter has been found. Officers are working on a lead..." Callen laughed, pride swelling inside him. The story continued for several minutes before moving on. He was about to switch channels when he heard a familiar name. "FBI"

"There is still no update on the missing FBI agents reported yesterday morning." His ears pricked up.

"There are no leads so far, but a special branch of the FBI are working on the case as we speak."

He swivelled around to his partners .

He saw how bloody darrell's face was.

"What the HELL happened to you?" He accused

Neither man answered him, instead they stared at the kitchen counter sheepishly.

"I asked you two a question!" He boomed watching their fearful expressions.

James cleared his throat and peered up at his boss.

"There was a situation..."

"What d'you mean, ' a situation'?" He growled.

"Uh.. the uh., the black guy attacked us. B..but don't worry we dealt with it. I dealt with him."

"You did WHAT!?"

"I only gave him what he deserved. A couple punches and kicks is all!" Spluttered James throwing him arms up in defence.

Callen got to his feet and marched toward them.

"I don't give a shit! I told you I'd deal with them. You weren't meant to touch them!" He snatched up the remote and threw it towards his hopeless accomplis's. They both ducked, but the trajectory of the remote was never at the heads, it soared through the air, breaking into pieces against a kitchen cupboard.

He stood shaking with anger. Calm down. Focus. He whispered in his head.

After a minute he managed to gather himself.

"It's time" he mumbled quietly. James and Darrell both nodded solemnly.

Basement

Reid was about to start his second sandwich when the basement door burst open. He shoved most of the sandwich in his mouth out of fear that he wouldn't eat again for a long time.

Sure enough Callen was ordering his men to unlock the cell commanding the team to get against the wall.

"Do as your told, Agent Morgan, because I will punish you next time." Callen smiled at Morgan, who'd gotten to his feet but not moved.

Grumbling Morgan docked up against the wall.

Callen moved into the cage cautiously, eying his captives eagerly.

He clasped his hand in front of him, inhaling excitedly. "It's time to get down to business."

The team grimaced, sharing worried looks between each other.

He pointed to the large man over his right shoulder "Oh this is James, by the way." James lifted his hand, offering a small and cold wave at the agents. His eyes held no emotion. Rossi could've laughed, if he wasn't so afraid of what Callen might do.

"And the other guy is Darrell."

"You will not harm my men again." His eyes narrowed on Morgan. It wasn't a question, it was an order.

"So for my first game I will need Spencer and Alex."

"No way!" JJ blurted.

The team gathered around the Reid and Blake. Their arms crossed making a barrier between the agents and Callen.

"Come on! Don't spoil the fun!" Callen whined a smile creeping over his lips.

He pulled a gun from his pocket, aiming it at the nearest agent; Aaron Hotchner.

"Move." Callen warned.

"No. You will not hurt my agents." Hitch growled.

"If they win my game then they won't be hurt." He sneered coldly.

Reid hauled himself off the floor.

"Guys..." he murmured.

"No, Reid." Morgan hissed.

Alex also got to her feet and began to squeeze through their manmade barricade.

"We have no choice, Hotch" she gulped.

"I said move." Ranted Callen, snapping a bullet into the chamber.

The team reluctantly allowed Reid and Blake past them. Casting frightened eyes at them.

"Don't worry, I do plan on keeping them alive, I have so much more planned." With that he trotted out of the cage. James and Darrell yanked Blake and Reid into their grasp and dragged them from their teammates and up the stairs to the house.

(Sorry for the long wait! It's about to get a bit more exciting around here!!) Thank you all again for the reviews, they make me sooooo happy!