Hey, everyone. I know, it's been a while (like, a month), and I'm sorry for that. But, we've reached the point in the story that I think most people were looking forward to. Thank you all so much for each and every review, and the follows and favourites, as well. It means a lot for people to take the time to comment on my writing, and it helps with the story moving forward. I will probably update this story within this week because I now know where I want to go with it.

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Disclaimer- I don't own anything to do with Criminal Minds, and I probably never will.

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Reid couldn't help it as his breathing picked up. He knew that he had to stay calm, that nothing good would come from freaking out. But, Reid also knew that it was a completely understandable and acceptable to be scared in a situation like this.

The young man closed his eyes for a moment and tried to push his fear down. He'd been in this situation before; however, this time, he presumed, would be more dangerous. Opening his eyes, Reid looked around the room from where he was laying. To his right sat a wooden chair, to his left a wall.

Sitting up, Reid realized that his head ached horribly. He lifted his hands‒ his free hands‒, he gently touched his temple with a wince, and his fingers returned with a mixture of dried and fresh blood on them. The injury must've happened a few hours ago, Reid thought, and figured that he must not have been there for very long.

Reid looked down at himself. He was uninjured besides the cut to his temple, which must've been what had knocked him out. The genius still wore the clothes that he'd on before he had woken up there; he vaguely remembered Nate telling him that he liked the way he dressed, the first time he'd been with him. The first time. God, what had he done to deserve this happen to him once, let alone twice! It wasn't fair. He was completely defying statistics that he so often spoke of.

Pushing the heinous thoughts away, Reid saw that there was a long chain around his foot. It was long enough to allow him to move freely around the room, but it intimidated Reid enough that he had to stop and take a deep breath as he stared at it warily.

He decided it was time to stand up and did so with a bit of difficulty. The chain clattered as it hit the ground with his sock covered feet. Reid looked around the small room from a standing point of view. The walls were a dull yellow colour that appeared to have needed a new paint job for years. There was a small, round table and stool at the far end of the room, and a door beside them.

Reid eyed the door. He knew it was highly improbable that the door would be unlocked, but he had to try. He approached the door, the chain around his ankle moving with him. He stopped when the chain couldn't go any farther, and the doorknob was within his reach. Reid turned it, hopeful, but was not surprised whatsoever when the knob didn't turn and the door didn't budge. No luck there.

The FBI agent looked around the walls and ceiling to see if there were any windows. Nada, as expected.

There was nothing on the table, the bed was void besides a dirty sheet and an itchy blanket, and the chair was empty of anybody or anything.

Reid suddenly heard footsteps coming toward to door, and looked up, eyes wide. He took a couple steps back, and raced his arms in a defensive manner.

He heard the jingling of keys and the horribly loud sound of a lock turning, and the door proceeded to open.

Reid took another step back and swallowed as the man he feared most entered the room and shut the door behind him.

"Spencer," he greeted. "Glad to see you're up and at 'em." He took a step toward the genius, and Reid involuntarily receded back. "What's wrong?" He asked as Reid kept backing away from him until he hit the wall. Reid cursed his fear. Don't give him what he wants, dammit! "Are you scared, Spencer?" He asked.

Nate seemed to waiting for an answer, so Reid licked his lips, "it's an automatic response to the situation."

Nate scoffed, "oh, really?" He said, but surprisingly didn't push the matter anymore.

Reid held his breath as Nate lifted his hand, and he tried not to shake as the criminal touched his forehead, his fingers brushing against the wound on his temple. "I didn't want to hurt you, you know. Not then, anyway," he said, and then gave a perplexed look. "Why are you shaking, Spencer?"

For a moment, the younger man wondered why Nate wouldn't let anything go unnoticed. He's just trying to antagonize you, his mind told him. Don't let it bother you. "Don't touch me," Reid replied stiffly, and it took all of his courage to reach up and pull the man's hand away from him.

In response, Nate pushed Reid up against the wall by putting his hands on the agent's shoulders. "Don't you think for a second that you get to tell me what to do." He gave a conspicuous smile, "and I'll touch you all I want."

Letting go of the shaking agent, Nate gave the other man a little space, sitting down in the wooden chair and looking around the room. "I wanted to get a better space for you, but I really didn't have the time. We'll find one later, I'm sure. You know, this used to be my little hideout when I was a kid." Nate's eyes wandered for a moment. "To get away from my mother sometimes, I guess. You remember the things I'd told you about my mother, right?" Reid nodded slowly. "Well, I guess it's our hideout, now," he said with a bit of insinuation.

"My team's going to find me, you know," Reid said quietly.

Nate gave a disbelieving chuckle, "I honestly don't know why you believe that, Spencer. I really don't. They haven't proved to be very reliable in the past." His eyes darkened a bit. "They don't deserve your trust."

Don't listen to him; he's trying to get at you. Reid knew that he couldn't let the man's harmful words make their way into his head, and shook his head. "They'll find me," he said, his voice stronger than before.

"I wouldn't be so sure," Nate replied. "I've waited a while for this, Spencer, for you," he told Reid, changing the subject.

Reid swallowed and licked his lips, deciding it best to not say anything. Although Reid could anticipate what the man would say, his actions were usually quite unpredictable. Who knew what Nate would do if Reid said something he didn't appreciate.

"Being quiet now, huh?" Nate questioned him, leaning forward.

Reid looked back at him woefully. He didn't know what to say. Without his gun, his words were his only weapon, and they never seemed to work with his difficult captor.

"You hungry?" Nate asked as he stood. As if on cue, Reid's stomach rumbled. "I'll take that as a yes."

The man started walking to the door, and Reid was thankful that he would be left alone, even if only for a little bit.

Nate paused as he opened the door. "You know, Spencer, it's just you and me this time. Not Agent Hotchner, and not your damned team," he said venomously. "This time'll be different, you'll see," Nate concluded with a smile, and left Reid to his thoughts.

"Reid" and review, please.

Also, I'd forgotten how much I've missed writing Nate's character, and I'm glad he's back!