JJ woke up with a pounding headache. At first she was not sure what had happened, but all it took was one look around for her to remember. She was in a dark room, with nothing but a bed in it. The room smelled of blood. JJ had no idea how long she had been unconscious, the room had no windows and Sam had taken her watch. She was not even sure time of day it was, all she did know for sure was that she had to get out of there.

Meanwhile, back at the police station the team was frantically searching through every thing they could find to try and find JJ. So far they had not come up with anything useful. They had checked his childhood home, his current home and even his parents home. JJ had been missing for 14 hours and they were still no closer to finding her.

"Maybe we are looking at this wrong." Reid finally said after hours of silence. "If this is about revenge for his brother, maybe we should be looking at places his brother might have lived or frequented."

"Well we have already checked their childhood home and nothing. Chris went away to college and was arrested while there, then he spent the next ten years in prison." Morgan replied.

"I know, but he was released six months ago. Where did he live from the time he got out till he committed suicide? Where did he work? Where did he hang out?" Reid asked the room.

"Call Garcia and have her look Chris Thomas up on the sex offenders list. He would have had to register his residence when he got out." Reid picked up his phone and started dialing Garcia's number as he walked out of the room.

"Garcia said that his address was listed as 8250 Artis Street." Reid said as he came back into the room.

"Do we know who owns the property now?" Rossi asked.

"It is a rental home. After Chris committed suicide the property was turned back over to them. Garcia is contacting the Rental Company now."

JJ heard the door open and her heart began to race. Sam walked in with his and JJ's gun tucked in his belt.

"Glad to see you are finally awake."

"What do you want from me?"

"I want you to suffer." Sam sneered. "I want you to suffer just like my brother suffered." Sam grabbed JJ by the arm. "Your lie cost my brother his life. He went to prison and then he killed himself, all because of you."

"Your brother raped me!" JJ yelled back.

"That is a lie!" Sam pushed JJ up against the wall and grabber her throat with his other hand. JJ was gasping for air as he continued to push down on her throat. She could feel the darkness creeping in again. She fought as hard as she could but he was just too strong. Finally he let go and JJ fell to the ground in a heap, gasping for air. "You have no idea what kind of pain I have in store for you." JJ screamed as his foot connected with her side. She immediately heard the sickening sound of her ribs cracking. She lay on the floor gasping for air as Sam turned and walked out of the room.

"Talk to us Garcia." Morgan said as he put his cell phone on speaker phone. "Please tell me you have good news."

"I am not sure. You are the profilers you tell me." Garcia took a deep breath before she continued. "The All-star Rental Company said that the property was rented to a James Jacobson about two months ago. They could not give me any more details about him because everything was done over the phone."

"James Jacobson?" Reid asked.

"That's right. They said that he paid the first four months in cash and in advance so they have not had any more dealings with him." Garcia said through the phone. "I tried pulling some background information on him and I cannot find anything. It is as if he does not exist. No social security number, no bank accounts, nothing."

"JJ." Emily said almost in a whisper.

"It's going to be okay. We will find her." Morgan said putting a comforting arm around her shoulders.

"No. The initials. James Jacobson. JJ." Emily explained. "It's him. It has to be. That is where he is holding JJ."

"Why would he be so obvious?"

"I am not sure, but I do know that we need more evidence than that. We cannot just go barging into someone's home because they have the same initials." Hotch replied. "Do you have anything else Garcia?"

"Sorry that is all I have. I will continue to look."

"Okay, we will be in touch." Hotch said and Morgan closed his phone.

"Come on Hotch what are the odds that the person who moved into that house would have the same initials as JJ?" Morgan asked.

"Well actually the odds are…" Reid started to respond but was quickly cut off by Morgan.

"I do not need a math lesson right now Reid." Morgan snapped at him. Reid nodded his head and fell silent. "Hey man I am sorry. I did not mean that. I know that you are just trying to help. It's just that it has been," Morgan glanced at his watch, "16 hours now and this is the closet thing we have to a lead. I think that we owe it to JJ to check it out."

"I agree." Rossi stated. "We need to go to the house and talk to this James Jacobson. It might turn out to be nothing but like Morgan said it is all we have right now."

"Fine, but I want everyone in full tactical gear. I don't want any surprises once we get there. If this is the house, Detective Thomas is not going to come quietly." Hotch said as the team headed for the elevators.

Back inside the house, JJ was still trying to catch her breathe. Her broken ribs were making it very difficult to breath. She managed to pull herself off the floor and was now lying on the bed. She struggled to find a position that was comfortable but it was proving to be impossible.

JJ could not believe that this was happening. She had never told anyone, other than her parents about the incident with Chris Thomas and now the entire team would know. Images of that night floated through her head. She still remembered how his hands felt on her body, the way he smelled of tobacco and alcohol and the way he laughed when she screamed. Even though it was eleven years ago and JJ had since put those horrible images deep in the back of her mind, it suddenly felt like it happened yesterday. Tears fell down JJ's cheeks as she relived that night over and over again in her head.

Slowly through the pain and the tears, although she was not sure how, JJ drifted off to sleep, only to be awoken by the sound of the door opening. She jumped to her feet, ignoring the excoriating pain in her side.

"What do you want?" JJ snapped at him.

Sam just stared at her. Something in his eyes told her that she was not going to like what happened next.

"Get on the bed." Sam demanded.

"No!" JJ said as she backed away from the bed.

"I said get on the bed." Sam pulled JJ's gun from his belt and pointed it at her. "On the bed or I will kill you now!" Sam screamed at her.

"Then just go ahead and shoot me." Before JJ had a chance to react she felt the butt of the gun slam against the side of her face. Suddenly everything went hazy and she fell to the ground. The next thing she knew she was on the bed with Sam over top of her. She knew what was coming next but she was powerless to stop it. She wanted to fight but the pain in her head and her side would not let her. Her heart sank as she watched Sam unbuckle his belt. JJ closed her eyes and prayed that help would come soon.