Hey! First of all, a couple of you have been wondering about the case in California that the team had. The case is NOT connected and was dropped, so they could find Reid. Second, thank you so much for the reviews, adds and favourites! I'm really hoping to hit one hundred reviews with this chapter!

Spoilers- 2x18 "Jones".

Disclaimer- Don't own anything.

Warnings- Langauge

Enjoy!

Reid swallowed hard as Nate returned through the large door. He'd never forget the screechy creaking sound that the door made. Downside of having an eidetic memory, Reid thought bitterly. In Nate's hands, were a vial, a tourniquet and the tripod. Oh, God. The team is going to have to see this. If the entire team is even still there… The annoying part of Reid's brain reminded him. He really did need to start being more optimistic. But, how can I in this situation?

"It's time for your end of the deal, Spence," Nate said, walking towards him, a smile plastered onto his face.

Reid gulped as Nate walked towards him and unlocked his handcuffs, handing Reid the bottle of DiLaudid and the tourniquet. Nate quickly pulled out a gun.

"Just so you don't try anything funny," There was a warning tone to his voice. Reid knew that Nate would not kill him, but he probably wouldn't hesitate to shoot him in a non-lethal place.

Nate proceeded to set up the video camera and tripod.

Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God! How am I going to do this! At the rate that Nate's giving, or making me take, the drug, I'm never going to get off of it! If I ever got out of here, that is… No. I need to stop thinking like that. God, withdrawals are going to be a bitch…

Reid decided that he was going to stay quiet this time when Nate contacted the team; it would only cause more trouble if he spoke. And more pain.

Hotch, Rossi, Prentiss sat in the conference room. JJ was at the hospital with Morgan right now and Garcia was in her lair, ready to alert the team if Nate contacted them.

They hadn't gotten much more out of the profile. Nate was an extremely intelligent, organized unsub, who planned everything down to the nub. The team figured their chance to find him was when he suddenly had to change plans; he would make mistakes. Hotch had told the others what he thought about Nate beginning to have other feelings towards Reid. And that only made them want to find the bastard faster.

"You know," Rossi and Hotch looked towards Prentiss. "I've noticed something, but I didn't think it mattered. But I just can't seem to get it out of my head."

"What is it?" Rossi asked, leaning forward in his seat, the two men were both clearly interested in what she was about to say.

"Whenever Nate talked to us, he referred to Reid as 'Dr. Reid', using his formal title. But, when we was speaking to Reid himself, he always called him by his first name, or Spence," Prentiss said the last bit with more than a little disgust.

"He's just adding to Reid's torment," Hotch said immediately, guilt making its way into his voice.

"He's purposefully trying to make Reid feel less powerful," Rossi added in.

Before they could speak further on this, Garcia ran through the door.

"Nate's contacted us again!" She said, her voice slightly out of breath.

The three agents immediately got up from their seats, briskly following Garcia to her office.

Once there, they saw Nate standing in front of the camera, as usual. He was holding a gun.

"Hello, agents! I you all are well… Who am I kidding; I hope you all are awful. You deserve to be, at least… So how's your hand, Agent Prentiss?" Nate asked with a grin, which caused and angry glare to form on Prentiss' face.

Nate continued. "Dr. Reid here and I have made a deal. I told him that I had left you all a little surprise. Do you want to know what are little deal was? I told him that I would give him the information he so desperately needed, to know what I did to his precious team members. I also promised him food, in exchange for something I think is much better." Nate paused for effect. "Dr. Reid has to willingly inject himself with DiLaudid."

If looks could kill, Nate would have died more times than humanly possible from the looks that each member of the team shot at him through the computer screen.

"And guess what, he took the deal!" Nate said excitedly.

Nate's hand reached towards the camera and turned it so that it was facing Reid.

The team gasped as they took in their young genius.

He was covered in bruises and some blood was on him, too. Reid's expression was one of pain and sadness, like he had lost all hope. There was a bottle of DiLaudid, a needle and a tourniquet in his hands.

"Go on with it, Spencer, it's not like it's the first time," Nate grinned at both Reid and the camera.

Reid sent him a look of pure hatred before slowly tying the tourniquet around his arm. The team couldn't believe that he was actually doing it. Then again, Nate was holding a gun that was currently pointed at Reid.

Now that the tourniquet was sufficiently tied around his arm, the team watching Reid fill up the needle with DiLaudid.

Garcia gasped as she watched her baby lower the needle to his arm.

When Reid paused, Nate asked, "What are you waiting for, Spence?"

"Go to Hell," Reid grunted before he plunged the needle into his arm.

The feed ended.

I sat in the jazz bar, listening to the relaxing piano music that Ethan was playing. I really needed to relax right now. The cravings were getting worse.

I looked up to see Gideon sitting down in the comfy chair beside me. We both had our legs crossed.

"How'd you find me?" I asked him.

"You're not all that hard to profile," Gideon shrugged, tapping his knee. I nod.

"Your friend is good," Gideon remarked on Ethan's piano skills. I nod again.

"I missed that plane on purpose," I admitted.

Gideon glanced at me, "I know."

I swallow hard. "I'm struggling," My voice broke in the slightest as I looked at him.

Gideon looked back at me. "Well," He sighed. "Anybody who's been through what you've been through recently would."

"This is all I was grown for. I never even… I never even considered another option."

"Are you questioning whether or not you're strong enough to be here?"

I nod once again. "Yeah."

"I have been playing at this job, in one way or another, for thirty year." Gideon paused and we looked each other in the eyes. "I've felt lost. I've felt great. I have felt scared, sick. Insane." Gideon shrugged. "I don't know, I guess the day this job stops gnawing at your soul and… your hands. Your hands stop feeling cold and… maybe that's the time to leave."

I lick my lips. "I guess I just needed to try to figure out if I could step away from this job." I swallow again.

"And?"

I look to Gideon. "I'll never miss a plane again," I said quickly and meaningfully.

We both sat back and listened to the music.

"Reid" and review please! This was actually my favourite chapter so far to write, especially the ending. That scene always makes me cry.