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Garcia had never felt so frustrated in her life, watching her sweet Reid get clobbered over the head and thrown into the back of a big black van with mud obscured license plates, was doing little for her stress levels.

The only thing that made the situation better was the lab tech she was working with. He was very cute in a cuddly teddy bear kind of way. Not that she noticed or anything, after all she had a job to do, and to drool over the lab guy wasn't fair to Reid, or to the ME they had to find.

Still she wasn't entirely stupid, she saw the way he blushed the first time he looked at her. Years of flirting hopelessly with Morgan, had taught her how to recognize when a guy was interested versus when he was playing with her. She believed that Morgan was only playing with her so hey, why not flirt back, it's not like she didn't do it on a regular basis with someone that didn't care about her that way.

Strangely when she tried a smart remark, or a full on flattering line she found she stuttered, or couldn't speak at all. Now that was weird!

"Hey ah - the scan is finished and I got nothing."

"What… oh right sorry nothing here either," she said feeling her face go red, and hoping he didn't notice.

"This is crazy, there has to be something that we're missing," He said.

"I agree, but I don't know what it is." She responded, watching him run his hand through his hair for the hundredth time that night. Now it stood widely on end and she wanted to touch it. She wondered what his beard would feel like on her face.

Stop it girl have you lost your mind, concentrate on finding one of your best friends ok.

…you ok?

Oh damn it, he'd spoken to her and she hadn't heard the question. No she wasn't ok, not by a long shot.

"Sorry, I'm just afraid for my friend, he's a genius but he's hopeless in situations like this. We have to find something so the cavalry can ride in in the nick of time and save his ass." She saw the look on Adam's face and hurried to say. "Not that he isn't a good agent, he is, it's just he's kind of like the problem solver of the group, not the brawn so he's likely to get beat up, or shot, or…"

You're babbling, why do you care what he thinks of Reid?

"It looks to me like you're the one they call on when they're in a jam," he said shyly, not making eye contact and fiddling with the pen in his hand.

"Why Mr. Ross are you flirting with me," she said, grinning widely at him from the screen. Please say yes!!!

"Yes, I am, is that a problem?"

"What the hell is going on in here, I thought you two where working on the DVD. I come in here and it's like a cheap dating service video," Morgan said from behind Adam, who dropped his pen and whipped around to see a big black man scowling at him, and looking like he ate New York City lab rats for breakfast.

"I - ah we were…" He stuttered watching the big man stalk over to the computer in front of him, scowl at Penelope, and then turn the same look his way. He swallowed hard and tried to smile.

"Morgan, stop looking at Adam like you want to break him in half." Damn him, he couldn't stay out of the way for two minutes.

"Did you work me some magic?" He asked turning his back on the lab tech.

"No, we haven't found anything yet."

"I'm not surprised," he said turning his glare back at Adam. "It's difficult to concentrate when you're drooling, isn't it?"

"That's not fair Derek Morgan, and anyway what business is it of yours." She shot back, feeling her face getting hot again.

"It's my business because my friend is out there, and I don't want to find him with his eyes cut out." He said through gritted teeth. He hands on the curled around the edge of the table like a prizefighter trying not to punch out a commentator that just called him a has been.

"You're a fucking bastard, you know that Morgan. Do you think that's what I want?" Tears began to fall, and she cursed herself for letting him see them. "Get the hell out of here; go find a door to kick in." She stared him right in the eye, and saw his black orbs shut down and go blank

"Fine, I'll do that, but if Reid dies…"

"Don't you dare lay this on me Derek, now get out of here and let us work." Her mascara was beginning to run and she grabbed a tissue out of the box on her desk.

Morgan left her line of sight but not before she heard him mutter, "Women!" under his breath.

"Ah - was that your boyfriend because if it was I -" Adam asked after the agent slammed out of the door.

"No! He is most definitely not my boyfriend, he just thinks he's James Bond to my Money Penny, and I'm tired of it." She wiped away more tears not caring if he saw.

"Um… I can see how that could be frustrating." He bent down and picked up the pen he'd been playing with.

"I'm sorry to blubber like a baby; this entire mess has made me a wreck." She finished mopping her face with the tissue, and wondered what she must look like.

"I don't think you're a wreck, I think you're beautiful." he went back to playing with the pen again, clicking it open and shut, open and shut nervously. He didn't make eye contact.

"You're very sweet Adam."

She tried to smile at him, but she was still pissed at Morgan, how dare he barge in and - her computer beeped. She punched a few keys and went white at what popped up on her screen.

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Emily poured out a cup of coffee for JJ after they found the break room. The other woman was sitting in a chair at a small round table, staring into space, giving out an occasional sniff, but otherwise she didn't move or speak.

Emily was becoming seriously concerned for her teammate. God knew they weren't the best of friends but she liked JJ and Reid, and thought they made a great couple. He loves her and she adores him. Emily sighed, wishing for someone like that in her own life.

"Here's a cup of coffee, it tastes terrible but it's all we've got."

"Yeah, the coffee here stinks, but it grows on you after awhile, like a strange fungus you can't kill," Lindsay said as she entered the small room with Stella.

"Hi, I'm Lindsay Monroe; I don't think we've met." She held out a hand and Emily took it after a moment's hesitation.

"I'm Special Agent Emily Prentiss and this is -"

"Agent Jareau, I know her, we met earlier today. She moved over to the table and sat next to JJ. "I'm sorry about Dr. Reid."

"What do you care, your boyfriend, the father of your child isn't out there, suffering who knows what kind of tortures, maybe he's dead! So don't pretend you know what I feel, because you don't." JJ shouted at the CSI and burst into angry tears.

Emily watched Stella brindle and she opened her mouth to speak but Lindsay shook her head. "Agent Jareau I'm sorry if I sounded trite but you have to know I do understand." She held up her hand when JJ started to talk again.

"Let me tell you a story about an eccentric billionaire, and a bedroom he built in a panic room." By the time she finished telling the story of Danny getting accidentally locked in said panic room and nearly getting shot by the locksmith; JJ had stopped staring into space and was listening intently.

"I didn't know him very well at the time but - and Stella if you breathe a word of this to him, or anyone I'll kill you and no one will find your body."

"What, I'm not going to say anything, what happens in this break room stays in this break room."

Lindsay lightly slapped Stella's shoulder and the older woman grinned at her. "Like I was saying even though I didn't know him, I already had a crush on him and I was so worried that he would suffocate or something. I could hardly concentrate on my work." She fiddled with her hair and smiled over the memory.

"I don't think it's a surprise to anyone that you were crushing on Messer at that time." Stella said her eyes dancing with mischief.

"Anyway… I'll always wonder what might have happened if Stella had been slower getting to the scene."

Emily saw Stella shudder and wrap her arm around Lindsay for a moment. "What am I going to do?" JJ asked, the tears had stopped again and were drying on her face.

"You're going to do your job; don't you have a press conference for the 6 am news? Emily asked mimicking what Stella had done to Lindsay a moment before by putting an arm around her shoulders.

"Yes, I have to get ready for that, but how can I stand up there in front of all those people and pretend nothing is wrong. What if somehow he's watching and he thinks I don't care about him."

"Honey he knows you love him, he won't think you don't care. He knows you have to do your job." Emily admonished her.

JJ suddenly got to her feet, "I can't sit here anymore I have to work." She swept out of the break room leaving Emily with Stella and Lindsay.

"I hope for her sake we're not too late." Emily said morosely stirring the coffee, she hadn't taken a sip, she just played with the dark liquid, and imagined how much worse the day could get, and it wasn't even dawn yet.

The door opened and Hawkes stuck his head in, "There you all are, Mac wants you in the conference room, there's been a development."

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Reid sat up again moaning against the pain in his ribs from the kick the thug had delivered to his side. Just be thankful that a kick was all you got. When this is over you'll have to thank Morgan for that little maneuver.

He made himself stand up, trying to ignore the dizziness and the nausea he still felt at his close brush with a ruthless assault. He limped over to the cot. He had to know if Dr Driscoll was okay.

She lay on the cot sobbing, her shirt ripped halfway down the front, exposing a white lace bra. He flushed and turned his head away. He crouched down next to her making sure to keep his eyes on her face.

"Dr. Driscoll," he said softly, reaching out to touch her arm.

She screamed and tried to scoot away from him, terror springing into her eyes. He snatched his hand back as though he had been burned by a hot stove.

"I - ah I'm sorry. I just wanted to make sure you're okay."

He saw that she didn't see him; her eyes only saw the thugs. How was he going to help her and make the fear go away when he was yet another man hovering over her? He backed away and sat down, his back against the wall, which he realized was padded like a cell in an insane asylum. Wonderful! On top of everything else, now he began to wonder if this wasn't some lunatics dream, his lunatic dream. Had he finally succumbed to his mother's illness, and was he in an institution locked away from JJ and his friends?

Stop it, you are not in a paranoids delusional world, this is real, so deal with it.

"Dr Driscoll please talk to me, it's Dr. Reid remember? Damn it what was he supposed to say or do. His track record with hysterical or traumatized women was - well dismal to say the least.

Okay just think about what she's feeling, this isn't about you Dr. Reid.

"Doctor, their gone, the unsub saved us. I don't know why he did, but we're okay." He watched her closely. Her eyes flickered to him and then skipped away. Suddenly she leaped to her feet and ran to the door, yanking on the knob and screaming.

"Let me out of here! Let me go you fucking bastard!" She beat on the padded door with her fists and began to sob wildly.

Reid tried to approach her without scaring her, but she backed away from him. "Who are you?"

"It's me, it's Spencer Reid."

Something surfaced in her eyes, a terrible scathing accusation. "You're one of them, you helped them didn't you?"

He held out a hand, and she dodged it cringing against the wall like a frightened puppy. Tears ran down her face, her cheeks were white and her eyes red and swollen.

"Don't touch me, you're part of this I know it."

"No I -"

"I don't believe you, I want Mac, where's Mac?" She slid down to the floor and sobbed, a sound that reminded Reid of his mother when she was in the grip of a hallucination before he'd signed the papers to have her committed.

He did the same thing he'd always done as a child when his mother was like this. He began to recite the poetry she taught him as a boy. The words had always had a soothing effect on his mother. Maybe it would work this time as well.

"Doctor, listen to me. Do you remember William Woodsworth from college? He wrote a short poem about London called Composed from the Westminster Bridge:

Earth has not anything to show more fair:


Dull would he be of soul who could pass by


A sight so touching in its majesty:


This City now doth, like a garment, wear


The beauty of the morning; silent, bare,


Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie


Open unto the fields, and to the sky;


All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.


Never did sun more beautifully steep


In his first splendour, valley, rock, or hill;


Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep!


The river glideth at his own sweet will:


Dear God! The very houses seem asleep;


And all that mighty heart is lying still!

"Can you hear me Doctor?" She suffered so much trauma, the kidnapping and the attack, he didn't blame her for being hysterical, but he needed her help. They had to find a way out of their cage. They couldn't count on Gideon or Detective Taylor. It seemed like this man had thought of everything.

A sound drew his attention back to the doctor. She was focusing on him again, sniffing occasionally as she watched his every move. Her eyes were clearer than they had been a minute before.

"Dr Reid," she asked timidly playing with the edge of the blanket on the cot.

"Yes it's me, I'm sorry if I scared you."

"I don't want to be frightened anymore." She sniffed and rubbed at her eyes like an exhausted child. "I just want to see Mac, can we go see him?"

"We can't get out the door's locked, but I might have a way to get out of here if you trust me."

Her eyes lit up and he was glad to see that the despair in them had fled for the moment. "What are you going to do?"

"We have to feed his control and make him think that we're grateful to him for saving us from those men."

"But I don't want to see him again, he's the reason we're here." She rubbed the edge of the blanket absently almost like a true believer fingered a rosary.

"I know but if you trust me, maybe we can get out of here."

"Okay, what do you want me to do?"