Melyssa woke up in a cold, damp place. She was sitting on a dirt floor and her hands were shackled behind her. She rested her pounding head against the cement wall behind her and tried to remember what happened.

She slid the keycard out of the slot and quickly opened the door to her hotel room. She went to turn on the lights, but failed to find the switch. Thinking nothing of it, Melyssa walked across the room, feeling around for any obstacles. Once she reached the night stand, Melyssa turned on the bedside lap. In that instant, she felt someone put a large hand over her mouth and stab a needle into her neck.

"I'm sorry, love." She heard a man whisper from behind her, "I know you don't like drugs, but it's the only way. I swear I'll make it up to you, now that we have forever on our side."

Forever? What the hell was going on? And why was she suddenly so sleepy?

Going through that moment over and over, Melyssa finally figured out who the voice belonged to. Leroy Tack.

"Look whose up." She heard a happy voice exclaim from the top of the stairs. She listened to the thudding that came as the man walked down the stairs.

"What time is it?" She asked simply, trying to remain calm. Leroy Tack was clearly mentally unstable, had killed multiple people, and now has her at will. She was not in a place to be bitchy.

"10 am, sweetie." He said with a smile, "You've been asleep for seven and a half hours."

"Yeah, well that's why I hate drugs!" She shouted at him, and mentally kicked herself for doing so.

Then, she heard him chuckle. "That's one of the many things I love about you." He told her, his voice still very loving, "You're never afraid to speak your mind."

"If people weren't meant to speak their minds, we wouldn't have mouths." She said simply.

"So true, my sweet," He concurred, pressing his lips against her's, "so true."

The moment his lips touched her's, all Melyssa could think about was ripping the shackles from the wall and beating this bastard to death. But she didn't. Mainly because the cement was making it severely difficult to rip out her shackles, but there were other reasons… maybe…

Spencer Reid was sitting in a swivel chair in the conference room, his eyes fixed on the board in front of him, but it was clear to everyone that he wasn't really looking at it.

He was focused on something else. He was focused on Melyssa, what could be happening to her at this very moment. She was probably so scared, being alone with a psycho killer/stalker. Tack could be torturing her, cutting off any parts of her body that symbolized something he didn't like about her. He could be… r-ra-raping her, kissing her, touching her, doing things to her that only Spencer himself should be doing. Or, she, his Melyssa, she could already be-

"Spence." JJ called. Spencer snapped out of his thoughts and looked to the woman that had apparently pulled up a chair and was now sitting beside him.

"How are you?" She asked him, sympathy dripping in her voice.

"Bad." He told her, his voice cracking, whether from unshed tears or not being used for a multitude of hours, he didn't know and he really didn't care.

"Wanna talk about it?"

Spencer sighed before saying out loud for the first time, "I shouldn't have left her."

"You couldn't have known, Spence." She reasoned.

"That doesn't mean anything." He practically shouted, "I knew Tack was obsessed with her, I knew he is the murderer, and I knew that he was out free and I let the object of his affection be without protection. I messed up, JJ. And because of it, I may loose Milly." He finished quietly.

"I'm sorry I have to keep you down here, my sweet." Tack apologized, "But I know you. Anywhere else and you'd defiantly try to escape."

"Could you please tell me what's going on?" She asked in annoyance.

Tack laughed softly and started to stroke her hair as he explained everything as if it were common knowledge, "I love you, silly. But I know you don't love me, so I figured this is the only way."

"Oh, yeah, totally, because normal people do this all the time." She scoffed.

"Sweetie," He said lovingly, "You know as well as I that you and myself are not normal."

"I'm perfectly normal," she argued, "you're just completely and utterly psychotic."

"You are far from normal, love." He told her, kissing her forehead, "You are perfection in human form. And you are all mine."

"I am no one's." She said firmly.

"You will be mine by tonight." He said, "Mind, soul, and body."

With that, he walked out of the basement and closed the door.

'If that bastard touches me,' Melyssa thought in pure rage, 'Nothing, not Spencer, Hotch, or even Satan doing a hula dance in a bunny costume, could stop me from beating the son of a bitch into a lifeless pulp.'

"Mrs. Tack," Morgan said, looking across the table at the broken woman, "Please, you have to try. Where would your husband take Melyssa if he wanted to be alone with her? It would probably be someplace that meant something to the both of them. Maybe where they first met?"

Tricia rattled her brain for anything. No matter how hard she tried, she had trouble wrapping her mind around everything. Her husband killed his family, killed her best friend's family, tried to kill her, and now had her best friend. Anna was right. And Nicole and Adam. They all told her that Leroy was no good, but she didn't believe them. And now people were dead.

Wait, no, she had to focus on saving Anna. Okay, places that were milestones in the Leroy/Anna relationship. School. He wouldn't take her there, school was too public. Uh, park. No, still too public. Mall? Oh, those were fun times, but still too public. Where else…

"The house." She said, realization evident in her eyes. "There's this back road that Anna and I would always walk down and one time I invited Leroy to come along. There's and old house-rumored to be haunted- and Anna and Leroy always talked about how they wanted to stay the night there, how they thought it would be really fun. Of course, Anna would say that if Leroy were in the house with her she'd leave in nothing flat, but still. It's important to both of them and it's private."

"Thank you, Mrs. Tack," Morgan said, "You may have just saved your friend." He got up and left the interrogation room, leaving her still handcuffed to the chair.

She looked out the door as it closed and caught the eyes of Nicole and Adam both glaring at her. She had called them once she got to the station and they'd been here ever since. She could practically feel their hatred burning her from the inside out. They blamed her for this. And they were right. This was her fault.

The door finally closed and Tricia sighed and rested her head on the table. Everyone she knew hated her. She was alone. She abandoned her best friends for 'love', and now she had absolutely nothing.

Anna was right. Again.

A/N: Sorry this took so long, couldn't make myself type. But it's here now. By the looks of it, In The Sun is going to get updated first in this new round. This chapter will need at least 4 reviews to get updated first. And the Satan bunny hula thing, don't ask. I just think that would be really distracting...

Peace Out. :-X

Oh! Full-Empty-Spirit: Spencer calls Melyssa 'Milly' as a nickname. I was originally thinking of 'Melly', but it reminded me too much of 'smelly' lol