DISCLAIMER: I do not own Criminal Minds or any of the characters. Sorry for this huge absence, I've been so busy and only had the time to put together this super short chapter. Anyways, expect the next one to be really long since it will be the LAST chapter. Enjoy!

Rossi was right. Bonnie sent multiple packages to the precinct throughout the day, flaunting Reid's capture. They contained copies of the same headshot of Reid the unsubs first sent, except now with a time written on them in big red letters as an emphasis for the short hours they had left. None of the team, or any of the officers it seemed like, had left for the night and had no intention of doing so, all of them hard at work on catching the killers. The night slipped by and their hours waned as the BAU tried to put the little details together to form a big picture.

Garcia had double checked with VICAP, interpol, and any other major database, looking for a hit on the two men, but without names or prints, it was useless. The name Samuel Davinbury was even a bust, a pseudonym created by Bonnie to obscure his true identity.

"Bonnie teaches at the local community college and the astrology center," Prentiss suddenly thought of an idea after hours of grueling guessing, "Which means he most likely was born and raised in Boston."

"Would the same go for Clyde?" Derek asked.

"Most likely, the two seem exceedingly close," Hotch said, "it looks like they've known each other for a length of time."

"Bonnie is showy, he craves the attention since he never had it as a child," Rossi attempted at understanding the unsub more, "His ego is through the roof, but why? His parents didn't love him as a kid?"

"You think any parent's going to love a kid like this?" Derek pointed out, glancing at Bonnie's picture on the wall.

"Or maybe," Prentiss slowly began to understand, "He didn't have parents. I mean, what if not everything in the Samuel Davinbury file is fake? What if the portion of him actually being an orphan is true?"

"It would explain the need for recognition," Hotch agreed, "and it would have to be somewhere local, like we said, he's familiar with the area. Get Garcia on the phone."

Derek dialed her and she answered in seconds.

"Yes, my loves?" Penelope was ready.

"Garcia, search all orphanages in the city of Boston."

"In Boston…" the sound of her fingers typing away was heard over the line, "there are 23 existing orphanages."

"Eliminate anything less than 35 years old."

Uh..now 19."

"Somewhere strict," Prentiss pointed out, "A place where they didn't show much appreciation or love."

"Garcia, any orphanages ran by nuns?"

"4."

"Can you access group pictures or files of the kids?"

"Honey, who are you talking to exactly?" she smirked, determined to prove herself.

The team only smiled on the other side of the phone, too distracted to enjoy her attempts at lightening the mood.

"Alright, I've sent all files of each child in these orphanages, anything from medical charts to adoption papers. It's all there."

"Hotch," Derek said with a slight frown, "by the time we go through all go these kids throughout all the years, our time's gonna be up."

"I know," Hotch responded, trying to think, "we need to narrow the search."

"I've been thinking," Rossi said, "Bonnie and Clyde. No nun or religious figure would allow a kid to watch a show based on a pair of star-crossed criminals. He had to have learned about it in secret, private, or away from the orphanage."

"A club?" Prentiss threw some ideas around, "School?"

"The nuns at the orphanage usually provided the education," Hotch added.

"Hold it, doves" Garcia said, eagerly, on the phone, "There was a showing of the Bonnie and Clyde film for the boy scout troops of Boston in the local park back in the day."

"Does it show which troops?" Derek asked, excited.

"Sure does," triumph coloring Garcia's voice, "and I found our favorite little Bonnie and Clyde."

In an instant, childhood photos of the two unsubs in scouts uniforms were projected on the screen.

"Samuel Wayhaven and Mark Pellegrio," Prentiss said, reading the names off the screen.

"So Samuel Davinbury wasn't completely off," Rossi pointed out.

A noticeable silence filled the room as now would be the time Reid blurted out some interesting fact about pseudonyms.

"Everything from birthdate to orphanage address are in these files, I'm sending them over to you right…now." Garcia stated as the information filled the screen.

"Thanks, baby girl," Derek sighed in relief.

"Next time you call, Reid better be on the line with you," she said like a ferociously caring mother.

Derek chuckled and hung up the phone.

"Run the unsubs' names with Ellory," Hotch asked Prentiss, "See if he gets any hits with Mark. It seems to me he has the more violent history."

Prentiss nodded and was out the door.

…..

Reid awoke chained to a metal bedpost, legs stiff from sitting in the same position for so long. His head felt thick and cottony, tongue like leather. He figured he had been moved from the room he was originally at, given that there wasn't a bed in his old holding cell.

Or was there?

Truthfully, everything was one big giant cloud, his mind reeled when he tried to think. His situation was bad, that much he could tell. His eyes couldn't focus, he was freezing but his skin was burning to the touch, and every part of him hurt. Hurt bad.

I'm never drinking alcohol again, he told himself, since a late night drink is what got him in this mess in the first place.

Reid vaguely remembered a conversation about his time running out before Clyde ripped him a new one and knocked him out. He had to get out of here, or at least help his team help him get out of here.

There wasn't much he could do really, he was sick and dying and chained like a rabid dog.

Think, Reid! he tried shaking his head in an effort to clear his cloudy mind.

A tid bit of an idea just began to crawl into his head when the door in front of him started to creak open.

….

The next time the unsubs decided to contact the BAU team again, Reid looked like hell. Hotchner, Morgan, Prentiss, Rossi, JJ, and Garcia all watched in stunned silence as their coworker looked white as a sheet and was visibly shaking. His eyes looked a little woozy and out of focus, but compared to the pallor of his skin, it was nothing.

"Take a good, long look, agents," Samuel Wayhaven gloated on the screen, Mark Pellegrio practically carrying Reid in the background. At this point, it looked like he couldn't support his own body weight.

"You have 10 hours to save your little friend here," Samuel, a.k.a. Bonnie, continued, "and you know what? Clyde here's getting a little antsy, might be about time to hit the streets again. You know, since it looks like you're little pal here doesn't have much time left."

A maniacal cackle filled the room as Clyde shoved Reid ahead of him, Reid falling over his feet. Before they had the chance to turn the cameras off, Spencer, with the little strength he had left, barely managed, "Building! Apartment building! Abandon-" he was cut off by the impact of Samuel's foot against his stomach.

The already existing pain from the poison intensified as the boot hit home somewhere in Reid's digestive system, causing the little he had to eat before he was taken to reappear all over the floor in front of him.

The team watched as Reid vomited from a mixture of pain, poison, and being kicked with a boot before Clyde stomped over and switched the camera off.

Derek's fist met the table in a harsh thud as he poured out his anger on the innocent oak slab. Hotch looked away in shame, but was much better at hiding his emotions as he asked Garcia, "Penelope, did you get that?"

"No sir, nothing. His firewall drove me out, I didn't have enough time to crack it," she said in a tiny voice.

"Thank you, Penelope," Hotch said.

"Wait," David interrupted, "Reid's message before…" he faded out, "He tried to say an abandoned apartment building, he's trying to give us a clue to where he is."

"But there must be tons of abandoned, old apartment complexes in Boston, especially if we don't have a specific area to look in."

"Well, like Reid said, this unsub's all about patterns. Maybe his past killings can give us some kind of clue as to where he is," Prentiss pointed out.

"It's something to look into," Hotch agreed, "Dave, go with Emily and try to find the connection. JJ, we need you on TV, warning anyone and everyone of the pair and if they have any information to call the tipline. Derek, you're with me, we're going to see what Ellory pulled up on Mark Pellegrio and see if that gets us anywhere."

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