I am. A. Horrible. Person. Please continue to enjoy the story anyway! The insanity is mine.

The walls were closing in around him. He could hear them creaking closer and closer as they began to build a coffin around him. He had to act faster. They weren't getting the message across. The Doctor would have to help him. He thought that if he got enough attention from them they would figure it out, but they didn't. They were fools! All of them were fools. He would have to get the expert and explain his message to him so he could get it across. He couldn't wait any longer.

In his nest Clint didn't like the cagey look of the guy…He looked like a man on the verge of doing something incredibly stupid. He spotted Tasha who was on the ground and knew that she recognized that look too. He turned on his com and was only slightly surprised to hear the Captain's voice instead of Coulson's but he was willing to bet he was on Tasha's com. "He's getting ready to bolt Captain… He's desperate now."

When Clint called in the teams started into action. The BAU team was going in with the NYU force with the Avengers as backup in case he had any super weapons they wouldn't' be able to fight. They were almost there when the comms burst to life.

"Tasha? Did you see where he went there's too much cover to see from up here…"

"You can't see him? It looked like he was heading to the backyard. I'm going in to check it out."

The comms started to buzz with interference, no doubt another device Freeman had stolen. Steve was gripping the desk in front of him enough to leave fingerprints indented on it as he strained to hear any trace of Clint's voice. Coulson was already checking his gun as he waited from some sort of confirmation from either Clint and Natasha or the BAU team. He knew Patrick wasn't a match for the two assassins…still there was always the element of surprise and whatever other fancy toys he managed to sneak out before getting put into the asylum.

"I got him back in my sights….backup…BAU."

Steve turned to look at Coulson for confirmation. There was too much static to hear everything but it sounded like Freeman had just pulled out something the BAU and NYPD weren't going to be able to take on. Unfortunately it seemed it was already too late.

"Clint they're here…they can't hear our comms...They're going in!"

"…."

The only response they could hear was static. It seemed what little communication they had was now down and the BAU was going in blind. Steve stared grimly down at the radio and turned to the others. "Let's go."

They had known that Patrick Freeman was crazy. They had all the records to prove it. They just had no idea of what was heading their way. When the BAU pulled up they led the NYPD in, Hotch took the lead as he waited for some sign from either Clint or Natasha, neither were in sight and his lips thinned into a grim line as he motioned towards the door. The battering ram made short work of it; unfortunately that's when they realized just how desperate Freeman was. The door caving in triggered a bomb that blew both officers out of the way. Morgan checked them for a pulse and gave a small nod to Hotch. Either Freeman hadn't wanted to kill them…or he had just miscalculated.

Hotch looked down at the charred remains of the door and the injured men. He couldn't risk leading them through the house if there was any possibility of more explosives. He was shaking his head to his team when he saw the side gate into the backyard. He frowned, he didn't like the idea, but the look Rossi was giving him told him that there was not much time. If they wanted to get Freeman before he went completely off the grid now was their chance.

He slowly opened the gate, keeping a safe distance as it swung open. He paused and nodded as they moved forward. He knew that the Police were already calling in the Avengers team, that was probably for the best, if he was mixing government weapons and magic all they could hope to do was talk him down. They wouldn't be able to do much if he went on the offensive.

Reid's brain was calculating almost too fast for him to understand. Pieces from the crime scenes and his run in with this unsub flashed through him. He didn't think that the door was meant to kill, he thought it was to get them to take this specific way. But why? Freeman had to know that as soon as that bomb went off the Avengers were going to be called in. They didn't have the time to work their way up through SWAT. If the BAU and NYPD couldn't take him on they would go straight to the team with the most capable fire power to take him out. So what purpose did it serve? He didn't think that Freeman was disorganized…so far everything he had done had been done in a way that suited his purpose. It felt like the answer was just in the back of his mind and he just needed a few more seconds to work it out. At least the sprain had eased up and all he needed now was a brace, without it there was no way he could be here now.

Suddenly it all flashed together in his mind. The unsub's concern when he hurt himself, the fact that he didn't kill him, only his notes missing when he woke up. The unsub knew that his message wasn't clear enough to get across. He was trying to use what information he had in order to correct it. But that wasn't going to be good enough. In Reid's mind the pieces began to all fall into place even as the feeling in his gut sank. Of course. If Freeman had been studying their movements he would know that Hotch would insist the profilers went first, that he wouldn't enter a house if there had been an explosion at the front door, that he would go around the back, that the team would instinctively protect him by making sure he was behind them. Behind his team and with a mild injury it would be easy to separate him.

It was hard to be proud of putting it all together when there was a gun now pressed against his temple. Yes, he had finally gotten it, but just like before…It was too late.

Hotch's dark eyes studied the yard. It looked clear, nothing that would imply there was anything waiting for them here. Unease began to creep up his spine as his mind worked it out. He slowly lowered his gun and took a look at his team. The cold feeling in his gut cemented as he realized what had happened. "Where is Reid?!"

Morgan didn't want to look behind him. Reid had been right behind him he had made sure he had done that on purpose. The unsub managed to get the drop on Reid once, he didn't know why he had spared Reid but he didn't want it to happen again. Yet slowly, as if he was moving against his will he turned and saw nothing but grass and fence behind him. Reid was gone. Again.

Just by looking at Patrick Freeman one would not be able to tell the depths of his insanity. Despite no longer working for the FBI he still dressed in a suit, though it was rather rumpled and stained by now. His hair was short but in need of a trim and there was developing facial hair on his face. He no doubt tried to stick to his sanity by using familiar routines. But as was often the case those rituals had fallen apart and were no longer able to help him.

Reid gathered facts quickly. He was in a basement, but not at Patrick's house. The man had killed his neighbors and was using their basement to hold him. It was frustrating to think that he was so close to his team but it could still take them hours to find him. They would have to first make sure that Freeman's house was cleared for entry, they would search it from top to bottom and when they didn't find anything they would have to come up with another plan. They would search the neighborhood but when the owner's of this house didn't answer they would have no reason to enter and investigate. Sometimes he hated the fact that his mind could give him such a definitive look at his situation. Right now all he could do was hope his team would somehow find him, and he would have to simply endure until that time. They had found him before…they would find him again. He was sure of it.

Patrick was pacing and mumbling to himself as he dragged his hands over and over again through his hair. "Why hasn't he come? He would want to avenge me. I would have helped him if I had been there…"

Patrick turned sharply and pointed his gun at Reid "Why isn't my message getting to him? What's wrong with it? Tell me!"

Looking down the barrel of a gun Reid was glad he did some of his best work under pressure. He would need to think fast if he was going to get out of this. The gun was slammed against his face when he didn't answer fast enough. Reid licked at the blood that was filling his mouth. Time to get to work.

When the house was cleared for entry the BAU team did not hesitate to go in They searched from top to bottom. From attic to basement. There was nothing. There were books about runes, news paper articles about the BAU team, the Avengers, and of course Loki. But there was no sign of Reid or where Freeman might have taken him. They found a journal full of his ramblings and they could clearly see the change in his entries as he slipped farther and farther into insanity. Hotch set the journal aside and closed his eyes. Reid was smart, he had Freeman's profile, and he would use it to stay alive until they were able to find him. He had to.

While the BAU and NYPD tore the hose apart the Avengers stood aside and contemplated their choices. Steve didn't like the thought of it…but there was one choice that they had…something that they could use to find Reid before it was too late. He glanced at Loki "You have a power that lets you into people's mind right?"

Loki sneered at the Captain and was going to give a burning retort when he caught the warning look in Tony's eyes. He sighed and let his anger return to a simmer before he spoke carefully "That is not correct Captain. True with the Tesserac I could…infiltrate a person's mind. However without it I am only capable of entering their dreams. I could perhaps use it on an unconscious person, but the likelihood of the young doctor being able to communicate with us where he is being held in such a state would be low."

Steve wasn't going to push about Loki's attitude now. He knew that the God had shown great restraint but answering in such a concise fashion. "Well…if you don't mind giving it a shot we can at least be trying to locate him. From the Profile the BAU has given us he might not be able to talk down the unsub for long."

Tony really wished that their leader hadn't said that. The fire in Loki's eyes burned brightly as he said cliptly "Of course Captain. I understand that very well." He didn't like being reminded of the fact that the longer Spencer was gone the more danger he was in.

"I will need space and silence if I am going to attempt this." Loki turned away from the team and entered one of the cars they had come in. Sitting down he closed his eyes and focused on Spencer's mind. It was easy to find after so many times visiting it. He was almost as familiar with it as Tony's by this point. He was calmed when he was able to enter it. It seemed that their unsub had a rather short temper. Spencer was unconscious at the moment but he was regaining quickly. There wouldn't be much time.

Entering the library that was Spencer's mind Loki looked around and soon found the genius. He was in his nightmare realm looking at the sequence of the graveyard and needles. He turned with surprise when he sensed Loki behind him. "Loki?"

Smirking Loki was pleased that there was not yet enough physical damage on Reid that it would reflect on his self in the mental space. However the relief was short lived as he could see a dark bruise starting to form on Spencer's cheek. It seemed the damage was already starting to bleed over. "I'm afraid that our time is short Spencer. Where are you being held?"

Spencer was still slightly confused at why Loki was here "I'm close…I…I knew where I was…but now I'm tired. It's slipping away. But I'm somewhere…I'm somewhere that is close but faraway at the same time…"

Dark shadows were starting to appear under Spencer's eyes. Yes the damage was bleeding over rapidly which only made Loki concerned about how much he had already sustained. He didn't even balk as he offered his hand "Take some of my strength Spencer…you need it to tell me where you are so we can find you."

The confusion deepened on Spencer's face as the bruises appeared on his arms and down his neck "Why would you do that for me? I don't understand…I'm very tired…" He looked towards the graveyard scene again "I don't want to go through that again…I won't go through that again."

The finality of his statement made Loki reach forward and force some of his energy into Spencer. Some of the lighter bruises faded for a moment but the unease growing in Loki's chest would not be soothed "I can assure you that will not happen again. Now tell me Spencer…Where are you?"

The glassy look on Spencer's eyes faded away briefly. "I'm next door…in the basement…but…the pain…I'm waking up sorry. The pain is waking me up."

With that Loki was once again in the car and was shaken to realize that there was a disturbing wetness in his eyes. The unsub's patience had run out and the damage that Spencer was going through was rapidly accumulating. His green eyes were dark with rage. When he found this Patrick Freeman he would have his revenge.

Not as lovey as I thought it was going to be. But Loki has *GASP* feelings!? More love in next chapter (and a good deal of blood) Thank you for reading!