hey peoples! long time no see right? this chapter has been in the making for some time now. I was almost done with it about a week ago, maybe about halfway done, when the computer shut down and deleted the entire document. I had at least 8 pages written and it all disappeared. I was sooo mad so when I rewrote it, I saved it after every single page just to make sure. I didn't run into any other problems which is good and im already getting ideas for the next chapter. as always, warnings for this chapter include language and some gore.

Courage is resistance to fear, mastery of fear, not absence of fear.
-Mark Twain

Rossi didn't question Prentiss when she got behind the wheel and started driving. There was nowhere in particular that they needed to be. Wherever they went, it had to be better from where they came from. Rossi did not envy the officer that was going to have to make that phone call informing that girl's mother that she was dead. There were some parts of this job that would never get any easier with time, and telling parents that their child was dead was one of them. If he never had to do that again, he would be perfectly fine with that. Rossi pulled his phone out of his pocket. He didn't have any missed calls or new messages, but the idea that Prentiss had about Adam having friends was the only idea they had to go on. It was better than nothing. He called Garcia and put the phone on speaker.

"Do you think that woman in the car was a victim of our unsub?" Garcia asked before Prentiss even realized she answered the phone.

"Not even a hello?" Rossi teased.

"Hello. Did you guys find out anything?" Garcia sounded anxious.

"No," Prentiss said. "We think she was the final victim of Adam Blackwell. She matched his other murders perfectly. Her tongue was even missing. Has anything been happening on your end?"

"Johnny Blackwell told us about a man that sounds like somebody boss man wants to talk to," Garcia said. "He was being really brave and was getting ready to talk to the sketch artist when his mom came by and took him home. She didn't want him talking to any of us."

"Did she say why?" Rossi asked.

"She wasn't very friendly in general," Garcia said. We needed that picture though. Reid and J.J. have been missing for too long. I'm getting scared."

"Garcia, I think I have a job for you," Prentiss said. Rossi didn't join in. He didn't think the man who took J.J. and Reid had anything to do with Blackwell. It was a good idea that Prentiss had, but something in the pit of his stomach told him that it would lead to nowhere. "Adam Blackwell took a few college courses, right?"

"Correct," Garcia said. She sounded nervous. Prentiss might have thought Blackwell having close enough friends to imitate his psychotic ways sounded farfetched too, but it gave Garcia something to do. She needed that more than any of them.

"Can you tell me if he had any close friends or even partners on one of his last projects for the semester he finished? Their teacher might have matched him up with a partner, and it's possible that his partner found out what Adam was up to before any of us."

"Looks like he did take one online class," Garcia said. Rossi heard her typing loudly as she expanded her search. "I'm sure I can find out pretty fast who this guy worked with a lot."

"Thanks Garcia," Prentiss said. She pulled into a parking lot. Rossi looked around to see why in the world she wanted to come here when an illuminated COFFEE sign caught his eye. It was getting later, and he normally didn't drink coffee at this hour, but he was suddenly craving it. "We'll be back soon."

"Over and out," Garcia said and she was gone.

Prentiss parked underneath a large tree, and turned off the engine. For a moment, neither one them said anything. They didn't need to. Their search to find their missing friends wasn't going as well as anyone hoped it was, and as much as Rossi hated to admit it, they weren't any closer to finding Reid and J.J. than they were yesterday. It was like the youngest members of their team just vanished into thin air. It wasn't exactly common for an unsub not to leave some kind of trail for the agents to follow. Sometimes it took time to find the trail left behind, but the unsub who took Reid and J.J. left nothing behind except for a damn shoe print that could belong to millions of people worldwide. Prentiss looked like she was about to say something, but she changed her mind and got out of the car. Rossi followed her out as she led the way into the little coffee shop.

He knew he wasn't supposed to profile her. That was one of their unspoken rules, but she had stress written across her face. He didn't like this. He didn't like what this unsub was doing to his team emotionally, and he couldn't even fathom what the unsub was doing to Reid and J.J. Prentiss chose a booth near the back of the restaurant, and put her face in her hands. A good sleep would be good for all of them, but he wasn't going to mention that. He knew that none of them were going to sleep until their friends were safely back at home.

"I just want to know why he chose Reid and J.J.," she finally said. "Let's just say he's out to get revenge on the FBI or police or something. I think he has been following us for a while. I don't know why or how he picked our team, but he did. He followed our team around for weeks or even months, and out of all of us, he chose Reid and J.J. Why? Was it just because they are the youngest? Did he just figure that they would be the easiest to take?"

"He's in for a surprise if he thinks they are just going to sit around," Rossi said. "They are smarter than he's aware of. He's really going to regret taking them."

"Can I get you guys something?" a young woman asked. Rossi almost forgot he was in a coffee shop until she walked up holding the order pad. She was wearing black pants with a matching button down shirt, and she had her strawberry hair pulled back in a ponytail. Rossi guessed she was a college student, and she was very lucky to have Adam Blackwell dead. She would have been his type.

"Hi," Rossi said glancing at the menu on the table. "Just a coffee. Black. A large one would be nice."

"Same," Prentiss said.

"I'm going to throw in a few pastries on the house," the waitress said. "Sorry to say, but you guys look like you've been through hell. Few pastries is the least I could do."

"Thanks," Rossi said. He wasn't in the mood for eating sweets, but this place didn't look like it gave away free food too often. He would have one, and take the rest to go. He might get hungrier on the way back to the police station, but he didn't think so.

"You guys aren't from around here," she said.

"How do you know that?" Prentiss asked. Rossi looked around. The café wasn't very busy, but most people weren't buying coffee or sweets that late at night.

"We usually only see locals around here," the waitress said. "Unless there's a concert or something going on. Ya know? I literally know like most of the customers by name, and the ones that I don't know are visiting relatives of the ones I do know so it's weird to see new faces. Is there a conference or something going on? Like a doctor or teacher conference maybe?"

"Why would you ask that?" Rossi didn't particularly think that he could pass as a doctor, but he guessed anything was possible.

"There was another fellow that was in here just a few days ago," the waitress said. "I didn't recognize him either. He wasn't much of a talker. He wanted a pumpkin coffee which was funny as hell. I didn't ask what his job was, but he was totally a teacher."

Rossi looked at Prentiss, and she was thinking the same thing. The spark was back in her eyes. What this waitress was telling them could just be an innocent observation, but what if it wasn't? What if this stranger was their unsub? They were only a few miles away from the Blackwell house so it made sense that their unsub would be relaxing in this area while he waited for the perfect opportunity to strike.

"How did you know he was a teacher?" Prentiss asked.

"He had this briefcase with him and pulled out his laptop, but after I got him the coffee he chose, he pulled a book out and read that instead. I only got a glance at the screen, but it looked like an agenda or something that a teacher would have. He had dark circles under his eyes too, and I think most teachers at my school have the same dark circles. You guys don't sleep enough."

That much was true. "We aren't teachers," Rossi said.

"We are actually agents with the BAU," Prentiss said pulling out her badge for the waitress to examine. The young woman looked shocked. "If we got a sketch artist down here, would you be willing to sit down and talk with him?"

"Why?" she asked suddenly looking worried. "What is this about? I thought you guys caught the tongue ripper guy. Is this his brother?"

This girl obviously hadn't been watching the news, but he didn't really blame her. She had a job and was going to school. Her life was probably just as busy as theirs were. "It's not the same guy. Two other agents were recently abducted, and we are just looking for leads on the case."

"The two kidnapped agents came from your team?" she asked.

"Yes," Rossi told her. "They've been missing for over a day. Every minute is crucial."

She looked back at the kitchen, but her mind was already made up. "Yeah, I can talk to your artist. I'll just grab your coffees and tell my boss. Don't think he'll have a problem with me leaving. It's dead in here tonight. Just gimme a minute."

They watched her disappear into the back rooms. "Do you really think this is the guy we're looking for?" Rossi asked.

"It's weird that a stranger shows up in this town right when Reid and J.J. are abducted. I want to see if the image she comes up with matches the one that we already have. I'm going to call Hotch to let him know we are on our way."

Prentiss pulled out her phone and was talking to Hotch before she left the café. Rossi stayed behind to wait for the waitress. The young woman came hurrying out with a purse over her shoulder and two large coffees in her hands. "Sorry, came as fast as I could," she apologized handing him one of the coffees. The warmth felt good against his hands. "Boss gave me the night off and said the coffees and pastries are on the house for you guys. Put the pastries in my bag so we are good to go."

"He didn't have to do that," Rossi said.

"He said he hopes you guys catch this bastard," she said. "He heard about what happened on the news a while ago. He keeps up with this stuff more than I do."

Rossi smiled. "My name is David Rossi."

"I'm Kristen," she said smiling back. "Kristen Bowen. Glad I can help."

Rossi held the door open for her, and waved at the man he presumed was her boss before following her out. He wasn't tired at all anymore. This could be the lead they were waiting for. He was praying that Kristen's description of the stranger in the café would be more than enough to catch this guy.


Reid was screaming. J.J. was pulling at her restraints to get to him, but it wasn't working. She couldn't get close enough to him to see the full extent of the damage, but his knee was shattered. J.J. could see that much. She lost count how many times that stupid baseball bat hit his knee, but it was enough to leave Reid's knee covered in blood. Reid's body was bent over in a fetal position, in much as a fetal position as he could get into with his wrists tied up behind him, but tears were just falling down his face. Why would anyone do that to him? He was doing everything that Nick asked them to do. He wasn't putting up a fight or arguing at all, and his reward for behaving was a shattered knee cap.

"Oh my God!" J.J. heard herself shouting. They needed bandages to stop the bleeding, and something to help relieve Reid's pain. She knew Nick wasn't going to get him some pain medication, but ice would be better than nothing. "Please help him. We need to stop the bleeding."

"The bleeding will eventually stop on its own," Nick said very casually. "Not sure how long it will take for the pain to stop, but I'm sure that will stop. Eventually. Bleeding isn't even that bad. Reid, straighten yourself out. I need to look at your knee."

Reid was breathing heavy, but he didn't flip himself over. He was looking at J.J. He wanted her to advise him about what to do, but she didn't know herself. She couldn't protect him. He wasn't holding the baseball bat, but that didn't mean anything. "I know you can hear me," Nick taunted. "If you don't let me look, I won't mind giving J.J. more of the delicious stuff in that needle."

He didn't need to be told twice. Reid turned over to his back, and stretched out his legs to the best of his ability. It was impossible to keep the right leg straight any longer. It was already starting to swell, and blood was still dripping from the open wound. Nick bent over to get a closer look, but he didn't offer any kind of assistance to the young agent. J.J. didn't think he would. All she wanted him to do was leave if he wasn't going to help Reid.

"Why did you do that?" Reid managed to ask. He was shaking all over.

"It was on the agenda," Nick said back away. "Just like this is." Nick had his hands back on the baseball bat before any of them had time to react, and for a final time, he slammed the bloody bat down on Reid's right knee. J.J. heard the bone crack from the force of the weapon, and Reid screamed. He rolled back onto his side and Nick was laughing. "Now I'm done. On a scale from 1 to 10 with 10 being the worst, what would you rate your pain right now?"

"Stop that!" J.J. shouted. She turned her attention back over to her friend who was trying his best to bring some kind of comfort to his bloody knee, but nothing was helping. He couldn't cover the torn skin with his hands or do anything to shield it from the dirty floor. All he could do was watch his blood fall and pray for the pain to go away. "Reid, don't shut your eyes. I need you to stay awake for me." He didn't have a head injury, but she didn't want him going to sleep.

"I'll leave after Doctor Spencer Reid tells me how badly that baseball bat hurt him," Nick said smiling.

J.J. didn't think Reid even heard him. Reid's eyes were clenched shut, and his breathing was heavy, but to her surprise, Reid answered. "Two," Reid forced the words out. J.J. couldn't believe what she heard, but Nick started laughing.

"Challenge is on young agent," Nick clapped his hands. "I'll be back shortly."

J.J. was shocked, and looked back to Reid when she felt something sharp go into her thigh. Nick was hovering over, and when she glanced at her leg, she saw the needle deep inside it. The pinch hurt worse than it did the first time, but she wasn't going to give him the pleasure of crying out. She bit her lip, and the needle was out of her in less than a minute. It left behind a red mark, and she could feel the substance of the needle running through her veins. She wanted to ask what was in it, but she knew better. He wasn't ever going to tell her. Reid didn't see this second attack on her though, and that was the only good thing about Nick's visit. She wasn't going to tell Reid. The less he had to worry about the better. J.J. spat at Nick when the creep turned around, but he didn't notice. Nick picked up all the goodies he brought to the attic with him and left. J.J. noted that he left behind the clothing he stole from them except for Reid's boxer shorts. He took those with him which made J.J.'s stomach roll. Why the hell would he want Reid's underwear?

"Reid?" J.J. asked quietly when she was sure Nick was gone.

"He broke my knee," Reid whispered.

A wave of dizziness washed over her, and for a moment, she felt like falling against the wall behind her. She didn't know what was wrong, but she lost her breath. The feeling went away almost as soon as it began, but this wasn't good. What was inside that needle? She was sure if she started keeping track of her symptoms, Reid could diagnose her easily, but Reid's injury was the most concerning matter. He needed to get to a hospital straight away.

"Just take deep breaths Spence," J.J. told him. "He's gone. He probably won't be back today." She didn't believe that for a second. She just hoped Reid did or when Nick came back, J.J. would be able to distract him enough to keep him away from Reid.

There was pain written across Reid's face. He licked his lips nervously, and dared to look down at the mess that used to be his knee. He looked like he was about to throw up. She couldn't lie to him and tell him that it looked fine. They could both see that it didn't.

"Wonder what made him leave so suddenly," J.J. said abruptly trying to get him to think about something else other than his poor knee.

"His cell phone was ringing," Reid said without even looking up.

"His cell phone?" J.J. thought back. She didn't remember seeing or hearing a phone.

"It wasn't really ringing," Reid said. "It was vibrating in his pocket. I saw it."

Whoever was calling that man had no idea what kind of monster he really was. J.J. was sure of it. She thought about screaming as loud as she could so if Nick had answered the phone, the listener on the other end would hear her pleas, but she knew that wouldn't work. All it would do was waste the energy she would probably need later on. A very light meow interrupted her train of thoughts. She glanced over at the boxes and saw a very familiar cat bobbing her on head on one of them.


Why the hell would she be calling him now? Abby should be teaching at one of her classes, not calling him. She wasn't even on her lunch break yet. So why would she be calling him? He made sure to lock all the doors behind him. He wasn't about to start making mistakes just because Abby was calling. She wasn't worth getting sloppy over. He went down the stairs two steps at a time, and reluctantly took her call when he got to their bedroom. Their bed was nicely made. She must have done that before she left because he never made the bed. He tossed Reid's boxer shorts on the freshly washed sheets. Nick would deal with them later. He strolled into their bathroom to get a good look at himself in the mirror. Blood splatters covered his shirt and face, and that one girl in his class was going to find even more if she was given the chance. He needed to change.

"Good afternoon Abby," he said in the most pleasant voice he could muster. "Is everything alright?"

"Yeah," she said. He heard a radio blasting in the background. The bitch was in her car. "I'm taking the rest of the day off. I already cancelled my classes."

Nick nearly dropped the phone. She couldn't be serious. He put the phone on speaker and took his shirt off. He needed to either wash it on his own or throw it out.

"What's wrong? Are you sick?" He prayed she wasn't on her way home. What the hell was he going to do if she pulled into the driveway right now? He found what looked like a clean washcloth on the counter and put it under the running water of the sink. He needed to get the blood off his face.

"It's been on my mind all day that I need to get rid of that book that Adam Blackwell gave me," she continued. "It's just…evil. I don't want it in the house anymore so I left for work a little early to give it to the police at the station. And they told me that the FBI is handling the case, but that they are at a station down in Charlottesville which is a little drive so I figured I could go after my classes. But it's been on my mind ever since. I don't want it even in my car."

"Are you coming home?"

"I mean, I read a little bit of it and its dark. It's really dark Nick. I don't like it."

"Are you coming home?" he asked again. He was scrubbing his face as hard as he could to make sure there wasn't one splotch of blood left on him that Maddie would find. He even got behind his ears just in case. When he went back to the attic to play with Reid, he thought about wearing a shower cap so he could keep his hair clean.

"No," she finally said. "I'm on my way to Charlottesville to give it the FBI. They can have it. Maybe they can give it to Adam's mother or burn it. I don't care. I just don't want it anymore."

He sighed. Not loud enough for her to hear, but he started to relax. She wasn't on her way back. Her little trip to another town might keep her gone even longer than usual. Everything was working out his way. He took off his pants and threw them next to his shirt. What was he going to do about this? He wasn't entirely sure if he knew how to work the laundry machine. Was that shirt really worth saving?

"You should have told me if the book bothered you that much," he said. The shirt wasn't worth saving. He would toss it in one of the fireplaces and have it burned to ashes before Abby was back. "I could have dropped the book off after work."

"Aw," Abby said. "You're so sweet honey, but I'm already on the freeway. So I probably shouldn't be talking, but I'll call you when I'm leaving the station. Sound good?"

"Sounds perfect," he said tossing his shirt and pants into the fireplace near their television. "Please be careful. I don't want something bad happening to you." He lit the match underneath the soiled clothing and watched it go up in flames.

"I'll pick up some fast food for dinner tonight," she continued. Why the hell was she still on the phone? He let himself fall back on the bed and Reid's boxers were right next to his face. He grabbed them and took a deep breath of the undergarments. They smelled like Reid. "Burgers sound alright?"

"Always in the mood for meat," Nick said. He nibbled on the rim of the boxers, and let his hands roam over all of the various folds that were once covering Reid's most valuable possession. He was getting hard just thinking about it.

"Have a good day honey," Abby said and with that, he heard the call end. Finally.

He put the phone on the dresser and looked back at the boxers he left on the bed. Reid was smaller than him. There wasn't much difference in their height, but Nick outweighed Reid by at least 50lbs. Probably more. That couldn't have made much difference in what size they wore though. He stepped out of the briefs he was wearing, sat down, and pulled Reid's boxers up his legs. It was a tight fit for sure, but his heart was pounding. He couldn't believe he was doing this. He wrapped his fingers around his member hidden in Reid's shorts and went at it. He had his first real orgasm since moving in with Abby, and it felt like heaven. He couldn't remember ever feeling as good as he did in that moment. He pulled off Reid's boxers, now covered in Nick's pleasure, and stuffed them in his pillowcase. He would have more fun with them later. For now, he was done. He was worn out, exhausted and out of breath, but he felt good.


Abby felt terrible for cancelling her other classes. That was so out of character for her, but her thoughts kept wandering back to the stupid book in the car. The book itself wasn't evil. She knew that. She didn't believe an object could be cursed so because of evil done by its owner, but she had a bad feeling about it. She couldn't explain it, but she kept getting a nagging feeling that something awful was going to happen. Those thoughts only started after it was revealed one of her former students was a serial killer so her negative mindset had to be caused by the book. She didn't want something that might have inspired a monster to murder innocent people. Adam's mother might want the book. It wasn't her fault that her son was a killer, and the book might be one of the few belongings he left behind.

After she got off the phone with Nick, she put the cell phone on the seat next to the book so she wouldn't have any distractions while driving. She normally loved long car trips. It gave her time to think and enjoy the beauty in nature around her, but not this time. It was already dark outside, and she didn't have anyone to enjoy the ride with. She didn't know why the police wouldn't just take the damn book so she could get back to work. It wasn't surprising when she found out the FBI was in charge of the case. It made total sense. She just wished the police could deliver the book or something, but they didn't. They wouldn't, and so she found herself in her car driving all the way to Charlottesville.

It wasn't that bad of a drive in reality. It was less than 2 hours away, and she didn't run into any traffic which was miracle. She only had to stop for gas once, but she didn't pick up any food. She wanted to be good and hungry when she got back home for her dinner with Nick. She tried to keep her thoughts focused on the kids at school. She went over all of their names in her head again and again. Learning names was her downfall, and she often got to the point in the semester when she just gave up trying because it got too embarrassing to ask again and again. Most of the students never seemed to notice so it wasn't that big of a deal, but she hated being like that. She wanted to know their names and all about them. Maybe if she knew more about Adam, she could have stopped what happened to all of those poor women. She could have been a valuable witness, and the chain of events wouldn't have ended in Adam's death if they caught him early. His poor mother had to have been feeling awful. If she knew the family better, she would send roses to Mrs. Blackwell or even stopped by their home to offer words of encouragement and maybe a little bit of food because that poor woman didn't feel like cooking.

When Abby reached the town, she pulled over at a diner to find out where the sheriff's station was and to take a breather. She got out of the car, stretched out her legs, and took her phone from its place next to the book. She texted Nick letting him know that she got there alright, and after 5 minutes passed, she knew he wasn't going to write back. He rarely did. He wasn't much a texter. The sheriff's station wasn't as close as she hoped, but she was on the last leg of the journey. Getting a coffee would just take up even more time so she wouldn't get to spend as much time with Nick tonight. He loved burgers so if she found a really nice family owned restaurant around, that might put him in the mood for something they hadn't done since her birthday. She was in the mood, and despite what some of her friends hinted at, she never cheated on Nick. She wouldn't. She believed their vows were sacred. Cheating on him would mean going against God, and she couldn't even imagine doing that. Neither would Nick. If she knew one thing about him, it's that he would never cheat on her.

She parked in front of the sheriff's station and took a deep breath. This was it. She slipped her cell phone into her purse and grabbed the book. She didn't even like holding it. She made sure her coat was fastened shut to keep her warm against the cold breeze of that night and held her head high as she walked up the four steps to the front desk. It was busy in there. Officers were running all around, and a blonde woman with a laptop was seated across the desk. It didn't look like a tornado could even draw her away from what she saw on the screen. Abby looked away from her and focused her attention on the middle aged woman at the desk.

"May I help you ma'am?" she asked.

"Hi yes, I just came from another police station and they sent me here. To see the FBI. I have something that belonged to Adam Blackwell."

The woman turned around in her chair and shouted. "Agent Hotchner. Got a woman out here to talk to you!" Abby would hate working with this woman all day with her whiny voice and bad attitude.

A bald headed man came out from the back rooms and smiled gently at her. "I can take her back," he offered. Abby liked this man much better, and it didn't hurt that she could just see the outlines of his muscular frame through his shirt. If staring at this man all day didn't put her in the mood, nothing would. "My name is Derek Morgan."

"Hi," she said nervously. She felt like a nerdy girl in high school all over again. "My name is Abby Harris."

"Let's walk while we talk," Derek said. Abby felt like blushing. "What brings you here tonight?"

"I teach a few college classes," Abby said as they walked by various office rooms. Only a few of them were empty. Most had police officers working inside. "I just found out one of my students was involved in a case of yours. That's why I sent over here instead of the station by my house. The police thought I better show you since you've been working on it."

Derek opened a door that led into a spacey conference room with a large table and a bulletin board with all kinds of images taped to it. At the head of the table was a man with black hair and pale skin. He had more paperwork in front of him than Abby did during finals week. She almost felt sorry for disturbing him. After this, she got to go home to her husband and enjoy her night. It didn't look like this man would have the same luxury. She stood back while Derek entered the room.

"Hey Hotch, got a teacher here who said she has something to give us," Derek said.

Abby almost tripped over her feet when the agent looked up from his work. He stood up for her, and held out his hand. She shook it when she got close enough, and took a seat closest to the agent. "I'm Agent Aaron Hotchner," he said with the same kindness that she heard in Derek's voice. "What did you bring for us?" He looked restless to see what she brought, but she didn't think this would help any case they were currently working on. That's what he was hoping for.

She pulled the book out of her purse and set it in front of him. He didn't even try to touch it. He just waited for her to tell him what it was.

"Hi," she said. "I teach a few college classes, and Adam Blackwell was one of my students last semester. I heard what he did on the news, and so I thought I better return this book. Maybe he got some of the ideas for his crimes from it? I don't know. I just thought the book would be better in the hands of the authorities than me or risk another student finding it."

The agent couldn't hide the disappointment in his eyes. Abby felt stupid for driving all the way down there. She knew they were working on another case. She heard it on the news. Two agents had been kidnapped or something. The Blackwell case was probably the least of their worries.

The agent looked at the book and smiled. "Thank you for bringing this in," he finally said.

"I'm sorry," she said. She really was. She didn't know what else to say. "I know that you thought I'd tell you who the bad guy you're looking for is. I don't."

"The Adam Blackwell case hasn't been closed yet," he told her. "We can add this book the evidence against him so we thank you."

Abby turned around to look at the drawings on the board. "Is that the fellow you're looking for?"

Agent Hotchner stood up and walked over to the pictures. "They aren't the best quality yet. We have met someone who got a good look at the unsub, but they still need to talk to the sketch artist."

Abby walked over to the drawings to get a good look at the bad guy. She didn't know anyone who looked like that. "I hope you find him soon."

The agent pulled out a card from his pocket and handed it to her. It was his business card. "Feel free to call me if anything else comes up. I'm normally by my phone."

Abby took a photo of the bad guy with her phone and put the card in her purse. She would show it to Nick the second she got home. She had a serial killer in her class so it couldn't be that farfetched that he had a kidnapper in his class. If the creep was in her husband's class, they could catch him early and save those two agents.

"The two missing agents are from your team?" Abby asked.

"Yeah," Derek said coming into the room. He had his phone out, and showed her a picture of a young man smiling on it. "This is Dr. Spencer Reid, and this is Agent Jennifer Jareau," he said swiping photos until he stopped on one a pretty woman with blonde hair. "They were abducted together while we were investigating the Blackwell boy."

"You haven't received any ransom notes or phone calls though?" Abby asked. She wasn't an agent and she never worked for the police, but she read a lot.

Derek looked at Hotchner. "No, we haven't," Derek admitted to her.

Abby nodded. If the kidnapper hadn't asked for money by now, he probably didn't want money. She couldn't imagine what the creep wanted with two federal agents, but she wasn't going to forget to show Nick the drawing when she got home. This man needed to be off the streets.

"Can one of you send me the new sketch of him once you get it?" she asked. "I can show my students at school. I'll make sure everyone I know sees his face."

"Thank you Abby," Derek said.

She smiled and looked at her feet. She needed to stop behaving like some lovesick teenager. She was sure both of them noticed her immature behavior. She let Derek lead her the way out of the station, and she nearly tripped when he waved her goodbye. She was embarrassing herself. When she got back to her car, she texted Nick that she was on her way back. He didn't respond. She pulled into a drive thru when the bad feeling crept back over her again. She felt herself shudder. What was going on? The damned book was gone so why was she feeling like this? She ordered a couple of burgers and fries, but she couldn't shake off the feeling. It was scaring her. Something terrible was going to happen.


The dizziness and worry that J.J. felt disappeared soon after Nick did with the needle. She didn't know what is and didn't care. Reid never passed out from the pain, and the tears eventually stopped falling down his face. Why was Nick picking on Reid? Was it because Reid was another guy? Did he see Reid as a threat or something? That couldn't be it. Nobody saw Reid as a threat. At least, not at first. Once they started to know Reid, they found out that he was a very capable opponent who can take care of himself.

The sun was totally gone from the sky leaving everything black in their attic. Their captor wasn't even kind enough to leave a single light on for them. Not one. Their only companion was the cat who had taken a liking to Reid. She tried licking his wounds, but when he wouldn't let her do that, she was satisfied to just curl up by his feet. The cat was giving Reid the comfort that J.J. couldn't so she was grateful the little feline was there to keep them company. They tried guessing her name, but she didn't react to any names they thought of so they gave up. That cat was the only solace in that hell hole. She was purring when J.J. heard a door slam downstairs.

"He's coming back," Reid whispered. He tensed up, and his kitty friend woke from her slumber.

"How long do you think he was gone?" J.J. brought her knees up to her chest, and put one foot over the other. It was more for warmth than anything else, but she didn't mind keeping herself covered.

"About half an hour," Reid said. He was covering himself up too. J.J. felt her stomach roll when she saw his knee, and he hissed when he bent his leg. His cat bumped her head against one of his legs, and ran off behind the boxes when the attic door opened.

"Let me do the talking," J.J. whispered. She could stand a few beatings. She wasn't scared of the twat with the baseball bat. He was just a big bully who needed to learn his place.

She didn't even realize she was holding her breath until Nick was in front of them. She didn't see the baseball bat behind him, but he was wearing new clothes. He got rid of the blood stained outfit he was wearing earlier. He was dressed in pajama pants now with an old tee shirt. J.J. prayed he didn't want to get his jammies all dirty. He had to go to bed soon. It was a week night, and he already showed them he had to wake up very early in the morning.

"What did your wife want?" J.J. asked. She wasn't afraid of him. Not even a little.

Nick looked flustered, but he didn't stutter. "Sorry for that slight interruption. Phone calls can be a real hassle, but I needed to take that one. How is your knee feeling?"

"What do you want?" Reid asked. She didn't know why he was trying that tactic again.

"Agent Reid," Nick said kneeling down in front of them. "Let me see your eyes."

"Why?" Reid asked.

"Some say that eyes are the window to the soul," Nick said leaning in closer. "Let me see what your soul looks like."

Reid put his back against the wall as far as it could go. J.J. didn't think Nick just wanted to see Reid's eyes. He wanted something else.

"Let us see your eyes then," J.J. challenged him. "What color are they? Black?"

"His eye has twitched twice already since he's been up here," Reid said. He was starting to sound like his old self again. J.J. liked that. If Reid wasn't allowed to go on one of his rambling fact giving speeches, he would go crazy. "In many cultures, the twitching of the eye can be very scary omen that disaster is coming your way. I just thought you would be interested in hearing about that since it seems that you have a fascination with eyes."

Nick didn't seem angry at Reid's little speech. He was actually smiling like he was enjoying every little bit of learning about the old superstitions. "So, if the eyeball is torn away from the skull and can longer twitch, does it leave the person with good fortune for the rest of their lives? Or would it just make them look like a sorry piece of shit walking around with no eyes? I mean, to each his own, but seriously. If my theory is correct, if the eyeball goes missing, the soul just loses the window to the outside world so the person has to spend the rest of his days in darkness both physically and spiritually."

J.J. felt like the third wheel. She didn't know why either one of them were discussing eyeballs and superstitions. She could barely remember her own phone number while she was chained up like a dog in that attic, but these two were remembering old legends. She hoped Reid was just trying to distract Nick.

"But you didn't come up with that theory," Reid said.

"That is true, but we are all co-existing on the same planet so everyone can relate to that quote," Nick said. "Remember that one saying how every single person is fighting the hardest battle in their life? People all come from different backgrounds and traditions, and no matter what the authorities tell us, everyone has different moral compass on what is right and what isn't. The Christian faith urges its followers to obey the Ten Commandments while Satanists say whatever float your boat is alright."

"Satanists believe in doing whatever they want as long as it's not hurting anyone else," Reid argued back. "They will not put up with any kind of abusive behavior and abducting two people and locking them up your house would get you banned for life from that religion."

"Interesting," Nick said. He sat back against the box the cat was relaxing on earlier. Where in the world did that cat disappear to whenever her owner came in the room? Did she not like him? Maybe she wasn't even his cat. He didn't seem like an animal person. "But if the almighty creator gave us these primal urges like sex and violence, why do we need to resist them? It's part of our nature. When animals get these urges, they go right for it without a second thought."

"That's because they are animals," J.J. said.

"Human beings are animals too," Nick said. "We are the smartest animals in the animal kingdom, but we are no different than they are. We have no more control over our fate than they do. In fact, some might say they have better lives than they do. They are no bound by rules or walls. They do whatever they feel like and enjoy life for what it is. Humans only pretend to have that luxury when they can only truly be themselves when they are hidden in the dark where they cannot be judged or ridiculed."

"Because without rules and boundaries, we won't have a society," Reid said licking his lips.

"So we have to hide who or what we truly are so we can have a nice society to raise children in to become future soldiers for the government that restrains us and mocks us," Nick said.

"What?" J.J. asked.

Nick reached into one of the boxes and pulled out a flashlight. It was covered in dust, but when Nick clicked it, the light shined bright. He directed the light into their eyes, and J.J. was forced to shut them. It was too bright. It took that long to get adjusted to the darkness only to be bombarded by the light.

"If you think the rich and powerful are living lives the rest of us, you are wrong. They have more than just basements and attics to carry out their darkest fantasies. Most people think that kind of stuff only happens in movies. They have no damn idea how dark a human being can be."

"How would you know if you're not one of the elite?" J.J. asked.

"I read a lot of books," Nick said standing up. J.J. thought about backing up, but she couldn't get any further away from him unless she became one with the wall. She didn't trust Nick when he was sitting down. She trusted him even less now that he stood on his own two feet. "I read a lot of books. I watch a lot of documentaries. I listen to a lot of teachers, preachers, and I travel when I can. The real world is nothing like cartoons made for the young and stupid make it seem to be."

"But most people never see anything like what you're talking about," Reid said. He was backing up against the wall. J.J. noted that his knee was still bleeding. "They can live their entire lives without seeing someone die."

"Death is a natural part of life though," Nick said putting his hands in his pockets. "Hiding it from the public won't make it go away. It will just make them fear what is coming. The primal impulse of all animals is food, water, shelter, and sex. These urges are what we are all born with. Can we agree on that? I know that there are a few exceptions. I know nuns can live their entire lives without knowing the touch of a man, and some animals can go months or even years without food. It's the strangest thing I've heard of. It's called a water bear. You should look it up, but the majority of creatures need these basic things to survive. How they go about achieving these things various creature to creature. Animal to animal. Person to person. Who is to say which one is the right way? Just because one person prefers one way to another shouldn't make the second choice wrong."

"He's a teacher," Reid whispered. J.J. didn't reply. She was afraid of Nick hearing them, but she agreed. This man was a teacher, and he most likely taught higher grade levels.

Nick pulled a match out of his pocket. Reid took a deep breath, and J.J. frantically tried scooting further against the wall. When she realized she couldn't back up any further, she edged herself closer to Reid.

"A very fundamental fear that creatures share is the fear of fire," Nick said. He struck the match against of the boxes and watched it light up. "Isn't it funny how such a tiny thing can ignite fear in the hearts of so many? It can help us with life sure. It provides warmth, can help us cook food, but it can also destroy anything it touches."

"What are you doing with the match?" J.J. asked.

"I could light up this entire room in less than a minute if I dropped this," Nick said looking around. "How fast do you think it would take for the two of you to die? Do you think you would die from suffocation or from burning to death?"

"You don't want to kill us yet," Reid said confidently.

"How can you be so sure doctor? Just one slip of my fingers and you guys are dead."

"You went through too much work and effort just to kill us a few hours after the abduction," Reid said.

Nick smiled and dropped the match in one of the boxes. The box ignited in the flames, and Reid spread his legs out towards J.J. to protect her from the fire. Nick was laughing. He hadn't seen anything this funny since one of his students asked him if God was real. Nick remembered driving home to tell Abby because he couldn't stop laughing about it. She didn't think it was funny at all.


Kristen was really nervous. She had never been in trouble with the law before, and just knowing that there were two federal agents sitting down next her made her heart pound. She texted her mom to let her know where she would be, but Harry had no problems letting her leave early. He watched the news religiously, and he would probably be psyched if one of the agents wanted to talk to him. He didn't see the weird man that Kristen did though. She had to interact with the public every day. How many of them were killers? How many of them were dangerous? Most of them were regulars like she told the agents. She saw the same people during her working hours so it was odd to see someone new.

"Don't be nervous," Agent Rossi said. He was sitting in the front passenger seat while his partner drove. Kristen had the backseat all to herself. "It should only take a few minutes. They already know you're coming."

"Whose they?" Kristen asked.

"Rest of our team," Rossi said. "This is Agent Prentiss driving, and you're going to meet Agents Hotchner and Garcia."

"And the sketch artist," Prentiss added.

"Cause none of us are the best artists," Rossi said with a twinkle in his eye. "I can cook you some of the best Italian food you've ever had in your life, but art was never really my thing."

"I'll hold you to that," Kristen said.

The drive wasn't that long, and Agent Prentiss was kind enough to turn on some music when they had nothing more to say. She was sure the agents had all kinds of things to say, but they weren't willing to discuss it in front of her. She didn't mind. Kristen was going to tell everything to her sister when she got home later. Kayleigh wasn't going to believe it. The image she gave to the sketch artist was going to be all over the news and she would help catch this bastard.

When Prentiss parked the car in front of the police station, she didn't wait for them. She rushed inside leaving Kristen alone with Agent Rossi. He helped her get out of the car, and walked by her side to the front doors. She couldn't remember a time when she had been in a police station. She didn't think she ever needed to before. She saw what they looked like in television shows, and it wasn't all that much different from real life. There was an older lady at a front desk that didn't so much as glance at them when she saw it was Agent Rossi coming in. Kristen felt like a star witness at some huge trial. He walked her through some of the back rooms, but stopped before they got past the break room. There was a woman waiting for them at one of the tables. When she saw them, she smiled and got up.

"Sorry to keep you waiting," Rossi apologized.

"Nah, I'm used to it," she said. "As long as we get a good representation of this guy, I'm glad to help. My name is Robin sweetie. What's yours?"

"I'm Kristen. It's very nice to meet you."

Robin's short brown hair bobbed up and down with every word she spoke, and Kristen was positive she had never seen an older pair of glasses. They were narrow with purple lining, but the color didn't bother her. It was the random chains hanging down the sides. What in the world were those for?

"Follow me honey to this room over here," she said leading the way. Kristen had to bite her tongue to keep from laughing as Robin's heels seemed to just echo across the tile floors. Robin didn't seem to notice or if she did notice, she didn't care. She opened one of the many doors to their left, and Kristen followed her inside a small office. Nobody was sitting at the desk, but Robin chose to sit in one of the guest chairs. Kristen sat down next to her, and her hands felt sweaty. Why was she so nervous? She was just talking to some old lady about some dude she saw earlier. It was fine.

"Okay honey, I'm going to need you to relax," Robin said. "Do you need anything before we begin? I can get you some water or I think they have some freshly brewed coffee out there."

"No, I'm fine," Kristen said. She didn't feel fine. She put her hands underneath her legs to hide how nervous she felt.

"How old are you if you don't mind me asking?"

"I'm 23," Kristen said. Robin flipped over her sketch book to a blank page and opened up her pencil bag.

"And how long have you worked at the café?"

How much did Agent Prentiss already tell them? Kristen just got there and it seemed like they already knew everything about her. "About a year."

Robin found a sharp pencil and put it to the paper. "Alright. We can stop at any time if you need a break, but it's best to do it in one sitting if possible. No detail is too small. To the color of his eyes to the shape of his lips. We can start whenever you are ready Miss Kristen."

Kristen nodded and closed her eyes. She pretended that she was back at work, watching the minutes go by until the clock told her it was time to go home. It seemed like forever. Seconds always seemed to last for hours when she was trapped at that place. The café was empty when the man with the briefcase walked in and took a seat by the window.

"She thinks he is a teacher," Prentiss said walking into the conference room. "Well, if this is the guy we're looking for. From the sounds of it, he does sound like someone we want to talk to."

Hotch was sitting at the table with a book in front of him, and he was looking at it until she came in. He pushed it aside and looked up. "So she knows all the locals in the area, and sees a man come in shortly before the abductions."

"Yeah," Rossi said. "The only new people were us and this other man. That's why she asked us if there was some conference going on. It might be nothing, but this could be another witness to the unsub."

"It's good you brought her in since we couldn't talk to the Blackwell boy," Hotch said.

"No other news though?" Rossi asked. He pushed the pastries that Kristen gave them in front of Hotch. They hadn't eaten any. Prentiss felt like puking whenever she looked at the food. She didn't want to eat anything until J.J. and Reid were back.

"Not a peep from the unsub," Hotch said. "We've invited him to call us during the press conference, and I'm still having reporters make that same statement, but he's been quiet."

"Maybe this new witness will give us something we can work with," Prentiss said. She sat down next to Hotch and put her face in her hands. She never felt like this before. There wasn't anything she could do and she hated it. She was willing to go door to door if that would help rescue her friends. What the hell was the unsub doing to them? They still didn't really know why J.J. and Reid were chosen, and at this rate, it didn't seem like they ever would.

"Do you think we can ask Garcia to start looking up male teachers in neighboring towns?" Rossi asked. He sat down across from Prentiss and took one of the pastries. To her surprise, he actually took a bite and seemed to enjoy it. "Male teacher. Late 30s to 50s. I'm thinking he wouldn't be teaching grade school just because his first known victim to us was a small child, but sometimes these guys surprise me." Rossi took a second bite, but then put the pastry down.

"Yeah," Hotch said. "We can have her start tonight. She's been looking for something to do. I think I would focus more on high schools too or even colleges. Before the witness leaves, I want to see if she remembers seeing a ring on the guy's finger. That would narrow it down even more."

"None of us are going to sleep tonight," Prentiss said after a long pause. Hotch could send them back to the hotels and lock them in, but they weren't going to sleep.

"We aren't going to be any good if we are all just walking zombies by the time we figure out who this guy is," Rossi pointed out. "He has a job. If we can rely on this witness, he is going to be at work first thing tomorrow morning and probably be gone until about 5pm. 4pm if he works in a grade school. Then he needs to drive home, maybe change and have a snack so we have all of those hours when he isn't around Reid and J.J. to track him down."

"But he's with them tonight," Prentiss said quietly. "He's with them all night. He's probably with them right now doing God knows what."

She didn't mean to bring down their hopeful conversation, but she was right. The murderer keeping two of her dearest friends wouldn't be the least bit tired now. He got what he wanted. Now was his time to enjoy it. He would focus on sleep later. Unless he had a family. If he had a family, a wife and a couple of kids, he couldn't choose his own schedule. He would have to follow theirs. He would have to eat dinner with them, maybe help get the kids ready for bed, and his wife would expect him next to her when she fell asleep. He might be able to sneak out of bed, but that would limit his time with the agents. The last thing he needed was for one of his kids to wander out and find his daddy's secret room.

"What are you thinking?" Hotch asked her.

"That he has a family," Prentiss said. "He's the right age. There are bachelors, but I don't think he would want to draw any unnecessary attention to himself. He wants to blend in with the crowd."

"And his wife probably has no idea," Rossi said. "A lot of women can be married for years to a serial killer without ever knowing it. They look back later and see all the dead giveaway signs, but when they were actually married to the guy, they never noticed anything aloof."

"But she's probably in danger," Hotch said. "If she stumbles in the room where he is keeping Reid and J.J., it's not going to end well. He's already proven that he doesn't mind killing. If she gets in his way, she will be the next to go. I'm going to tell Garcia to start looking up teachers so by the time the sketch artist is done, we will have some names to look into."

Hotch left and Prentiss took a long sip of her coffee. It was all that her stomach could handle. The book still on the counter caught her attention. "What in the world it Hotch reading?" she asked.

"Lady stopped by right before you guys got here," Morgan said walking through the door. Prentiss almost forgot he was still there. "She was Adam Blackwell's teacher for a little bit. Guess he gave her the book and it's been giving her the creeps so she brought it here."

"Pretty sure anything that guy owned would give me the creeps," Rossi said.

Prentiss nodded and took another sip from her coffee. Adam Blackwell was the last person on her mind. Unless the unsub they were looking for was one of the Blackwell brothers, she never wanted to hear that name again.


Nick was laughing so hard. He couldn't help it. The agents really thought he was just going to light the place on fire and let them burn. Reid was leaning his entire body towards J.J. in a pathetic attempt to protect her from the flames while the young blonde was thrashing against her restraints. Nick wouldn't mind letting the fire spread to warm their flesh, but he wasn't ready for it to get out of control. He found an old blanket near the window and beat the flames down. All the contents inside the box had been destroyed and the wooden floor underneath it was black, but everything around it was fine. The fire was gone, and his two captives started to relax.

"Did you really think I was going to let the fire spread?" Nick asked. "I don't mind you two burning, but I'd rather not lose my house. Houses aren't exactly cheap and I like this one. Fear really is an interesting subject. It's a quality that we will never lose in this life."

"You teach philosophy, don't you?" Reid asked.

Nick stopped messing around with the blanket and stared at Reid. How in the world would he know that? Nick never once mentioned teaching, and he didn't remember talking about any philosophers so how did Reid know? It wasn't that big of deal. He wasn't planning on letting either one of the agents leave his property alive, but he still didn't want to talk about his personal life. That was his business, and his alone.

"I have to leave in a few minutes," Nick said changing the subject. Reid's eyes ventured over to J.J.'s so fast that if Nick wasn't watching, he wouldn't have seen it. They didn't need words to communicate with each other. That much was clear. He hated them for that. "But it's come to my attention that I should probably look at your knee. I'm not a doctor so I don't know what I would do if it got infected."

"I won't take your help if you try to stick J.J. with that needle again," Reid said.

The poor kid seemed to forget who was in charge. Nick was calling all the shots. Nick decided if and when they would get water, and it was Nick who would choose the best time to get J.J. another little lethal dose into her veins. By the time Reid figured out what it was, it would be too late to save her. Nick was positive about that.

"I left the needle downstairs," Nick lied. He was always going to have needle with him. Every time he went up to that attic, the trusty needle would be hidden in his pocket. "But what if I denied you medical attention because you would throw a fit if J.J. got another shot? It doesn't even look like what I'm giving her is that dangerous. I'm not seeing any symptoms. But your choice won't bother me."

"Please," J.J. said. "Put a band aide on it or something."

"I won't give you an option of further treatment," Nick said as he rummaged through one of the boxes. He knew he had a bottle of alcohol up there somewhere. "Whatever happens to your knee after this point doesn't concern me. Got it?"

They didn't answer him, and he was sure they were exchanging more secret glances. Nick found a bottle of rubbing alcohol, but his heart soared when he found a second one. This was proving to be an interesting night. He didn't see any bandages, but even if he found an entire box of them, he wouldn't be wasting one of them on Reid. He wanted to see Reid's skin, not hide it.

"If either one of you try anything stupid, I promise you that you will regret," he said as he made his way over to them. He wished they would just say something, but they remained silent. He got on his knees and lifted up the bottle of alcohol to show them. "This is going to hurt, but it's a better option that letting it get infected. I heard that some really bad infections can lead to amputation of the limb."

"Just do it," Reid said. The young agent stretched out both of his legs exposing the damage done to his knees. Both of them had bloody scratches, but the right one was badly swollen and most likely broken. The kid needed to see a doctor. The rubbing alcohol wasn't going to do much to help, but Nick never saw exactly what would happen if it was poured onto an open wound and he was curious. He opened the first bottle, but instead of pouring a few drops on at a time, he dumped the entire bottle on Reid's knees. There wasn't any bubbling or sizzling actions coming from the flesh like Nick was hoping. He barely noticed any change at all, but Reid was screaming. He was doubled over from the pain, and tears were dripping from his big eyes.

"Why did you do it like that?" J.J. shouted. "Spence, it's okay. Just take deep breaths. He's done."

Nick smiled. He wasn't done, and while she was distracted looking at her friend, he opened up the second bottle and poured the entire thing back on Reid's legs. Just like before, Reid screamed and tried to bring his legs back up to his chest. That simple task was proving impossible so he turned over to one side as far as his restraints would let him.

"Please stop," Reid cried out. His breath was cracking, and from the sounds of it, he was still crying.

"But you said you wanted me to look at," Nick said. "I looked at, and I even put something on it to help. You can't deny that rubbing alcohol will help keep it clean."

"I was thinking of a washcloth and a bandage or something," J.J. complained.

Nick didn't even want her there. She wasn't helping the situation, and he could have killed her right there if he wanted, but he held himself back. She still had some kind of part to play. Reid kept looking at her like he thought she could make the pain stop. It would be over soon. It would hurt like hell, but the pain never lasted long. Reid was already starting to calm down, but he refused to look at Nick.

"Can you at least take off the handcuffs so he can look at his knee?" J.J. begged. Why wouldn't she just shut up? He was going to let them free from their chains eventually, but not now. It didn't matter if Reid could walk or not. Reid's body wasn't his most dangerous weapon. It was his mind. Reid didn't need skills or brawn to get out of the attic. All he needed was his brain power and he had a lot of that. Nick wasn't ready to face that. Although he was tired and sore, Reid was still alert. If Nick was stupid enough to leave the kid unchained all night, he would be gone by morning.

"If I hear one more complaint from you, I'll make sure neither one you get water tomorrow either," Nick warned. He put his hand on his pocket and watched J.J. tense up. She was already preparing herself for the needle. He was going to give her one more injection before he left, but there was something else he wanted to try first.

"Please, don't do that to her," Reid said. The agent finally turned around to face Nick. Tears were drying on his face, but his eyes couldn't hide the pain that he was still in. His knee would be hurting him for a while. "If you need to use it, use it on me."

Nick left the needle in his pocket, and pulled out another match instead. Their reactions changed immediately. Reid forced his legs back in front of his friend and J.J. was sitting straight back against the wall. Reid was afraid, but his eyes never left Nick's.

"It's interesting how fast your demeanor changed," Nick said. "Just one little match. One little piece of nothing has the two of you cowering away from me." He struck the match on the floor and watched it light up in his hand. "Weren't you just telling me that I wouldn't kill you just yet? How can you be so sure? I wouldn't want to burn my house down, but I could put the fire out after you are dead."

"Please," Reid said again.

Nick ignored him. He already made his decision. He didn't have to explain anything to either one of them, and before the blonde could throw another hissy fit, he lowered the match down to Reid's leg. He put the flame next to Reid's already ripped up knee, and let the fire touch his skin. Reid screamed louder than ever before, and tried pulling his leg back but Nick held it in place. Nick wanted to watch his skin burn. Reid kicked his leg up, trying anything possible to avoid being burned, and his leg brushed up against Nick's thigh and woke up something that lied dormant in Nick for so many years. He couldn't even remember the last time he was this turned on. The blood inside of him was rushing down to his member, and the more than Reid struggled, the harder he got. He bit his lip and listened to Reid scream.

hope u guys enjoyed it! as u can see, the dark stuff is RIGHT around the corner. nick is one of the more dangerous unsubs that I've had to work with, and I hope u guys like him as much I like writing about him. I think hes the smartest unsub I've ever had so it's interesting. his love of fire worries me a little bit, but we'll see where this goes. plz review! till next time! xoxoxoxo