She stared at the icon on her screen letting her know she had received an e-mail. She knew what it was; what it contained and it scared her to death. Gathering all the strength she had, she clicked the icon, preparing herself for what she would see on the screen. As the video feed lit up, Garcia cried out. Lindley was struggling against the ropes that held her to the chair. Her mouth strained in a terrifying scream. Her arms were wrapped, but she could tell where the blood had seeped through.

Garcia held the chair so she wouldn't leave the room. It took her a second to realize there was someone else in the room. The unsub. He was in the shot and for the first time they had an image. A lead, something to work with to save Lindley. It was his first mistake but it wouldn't be his last. Garcia picked up the phone, ready to dial Hotch when a cold chill ran down her spine. No one else had seen these videos. The last thing she wanted was for her boy genius to see his baby sister sliced open, electrocuted and tortured. Was his sanity the price they were going to pay for his sister's life? She put the phone down and looked back at the screen. Mercifully, if you could call it that, Lindley was unconscious. The unsub paced the room. He seemed…..agitated. He kicked the chair over. Lost to oblivion, Lindley couldn't even brace herself against the fall. Garcia flinched as the girl's head met concrete.

The screen went black and Garcia picked the phone up, knowing she had to let someone know. She dialed Derek Morgan. Her stomach dropped, as the call went to voicemail. She knew he'd call her back as soon as possible but that voice in the back of her mind whispered with a quiet sense of urgency. "Hurry" it said. "Hurry."

It was quiet. Too quiet in her cave of comfort so she jumped when her phone rang. Morgan was calling her back.

"Whatcha got, baby?" he whispered. Was Reid around? Had they told him about the videos?

"Another video." She said her voice rough and shaking. She swallowed heavily. Giving herself the few seconds it took to pull herself back together. "It's not good. He's making the torture of the other girls look like play time. Reid's sister is definitely his end game. I can see him, well I can see his figure but he hasn't shown me his face yet."

"Garcia." Morgan said trying to calm her down. It was important that she get herself together and focus on trying to locate the girl. "Can you trace the video feed?"

She was trying. Each video was so short, like a small bite on a fishing line. By the time she was able to reel the line in, the predator was gone and it had taken the prey with it. Cunning, evil little fish.

"I'll call you back." Garcia said. She'd find something to help them. She would continue casting her line deeper and further until that fish made a mistake and bit too hard.

They all tried not to watch as he walked back in and sat down. They tried to give him that much, but Spencer could feel their obviously not so obvious stares as he took his seat. His gaze met JJ's. Then Emily's. Morgan, Rossi then Hotch. His team. His family. The substation they were in came to life then, and Reid knew his family saw Lindley as one of their own and wouldn't stop until they found her and whoever was responsible for this. They had never met her, she had been a secret he had kept from them for years and yet they loved her as they loved him.

The members of the BAU took Reid's silence as a cue to continue and the hum of work again filled the air.