AN/Sorry, I'm not sure why this was having problems. I'll try it this time, hopefully everybody can read it...let me know if you can't.

"Hey Spencer. I'm sorry." Nate apologized as he rounded the corner with his parents.

"Why are you doing this?" Reid fought to keep his mind in the present to prevent any unpleasant flashbacks.

"Because he has to." His mother replied.

"Why?" Reid asked

"Because, children like you never change. Your parent's try so hard, and yet, it does no good. You are a lost cause, but Jennifer still has a chance, I have to get the child with some minute decency away from your decapitating clutches." The mother said angrily and continued, "I have to kill your uncle out of compassion. I know what its like to lose a child due to their own corrupt and idiotic nature, and I wish someone put me out of my misery. My daughter was a good, smart girl, and because of a lowlife like yourself, she is dead. I can't watch it happen any more!"

"So you're going to kill us in your house?" Rossi asked, having no idea who these people were but knowing that Reid must have known the boy from school. The mom obviously knew JJ, or maybe it was some other teenage girl named Jennifer, but his thinking was still a little cloudy from the injury to the back of his head. "Are you stupid?" He continued to taunt them.

"He's right Molly." The older man said quietly. He was obviously the unsub that was only assisting, standing far away from both the boy, Nathan, and the woman, Molly.

"Fine." The woman said angrily. "Let's take them back to their own house then. Let them die like the others."

"Now, get moving. We have to get out of here." Nate said as he untied Reid with a gun in his hand. Reid could no longer stop the visual image to come up.

He remembered Georgia more vividly than ever before. He remembered the smell of the old house and the burning fish. He remembered the cold of the ground. He remembered gasping for air after the chair fell. He remembered the beating and torture he suffered. But most potently, Spencer Reid remembered the fear that encircled him and the knowledge that he was going to die. While so different from the Marshall Plantation there was one parallel: he was afraid for his life---but this time, he was not getting out alive.

"Where are we going?" Rossi asked, seeing as how the younger man quickly became overcome by fear.

"Lets get all units to the Johnson house!" Hotch exclaimed, tearing himself away from the neighbor girl and barking out orders to the nearest field office--he was not about to let Reid and Rossi die. He could not believe that the unsubs were so close this entire time and yet, they never noticed. He glanced over to JJ who seemed besides herself. Truthfully, to anyone who didn't know her well, she would have seemed completely put together. But, to an experienced profiler that had been working with the skilled media liaison for years, he saw how close she was to snapping.

"JJ, they will be ok, we will get to them before anything else happens." Emily said soothingly, knowing it was easier said than done. She too noticed the crack in the facade of her younger friend.

"Let's just focus on getting them back. I'm fine." JJ insisted, although she knew that the others weren't about to buy it.

"We need a strike team on the Johnson home now."

AN/Thanks for being patient!