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"What do you mean he's gone!?" Morgan was absolutely furious. JJ had come to speak with him at the hospital and had tentatively told him that Hotch was gone.

"Morgan, you need to calm down." JJ put a hand on his abdomen, lightly because of his broken ribs, to hold him down when he tried to get up.

First, Reid, his baby brother, had gone missing, and now Hotch? It wasn't possible… this couldn't be happening. Hotch wouldn't have allowed that to happen. He knew Hotch, and he wouldn't have given himself up like that. Then again, he wouldn't have let Reid get hurt.

"How can I calm down, JJ!?" Morgan demanded. "My best friend was kidnapped by some bastard and is getting in worse condition every day, and now Hotch is gone!"

JJ sighed. "Morgan, at least we got his partner. That could mean the difference between finding them and not-"

"No!" Morgan snapped He had been told about the partner when JJ had first arrived. "Don't say that! We are going to find them, whether MacKenzie helps us or not."

"I know, Morgan, I'm sorry." She tried to comfort him.

"No, JJ, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have snapped at you. None of this is your fault." Morgan paused. "It's just… I feel so helpless! Here I am not doing anything to help while Reid and Hotch are going through Hell. God, when I get out of here and we find them, I swear I am going to kill that son of a bitch."

JJ looked at him, determination in her eyes. "Get in line."

"Hello?" Nate asked once he pulled out his cell phone, checking out the caller ID.

"Man, we got a problem." The man on the other end of the line sounded urgent.

Nate felt his heart begin to beat faster, he didn't want problems. There couldn't be problems. His plan was too well thought out. "What kind of problem, Daniel?"

"It's Tom. Nate, he was arrested." Nate felt his heart stop. No, he would not allow this to happen. Tom was the eyes and ears of the operation.

"Are you sure?" He sighed. At least he had Agent Hotchner now. It wasn't really that he needed Tom anymore; he wasn't going to be contacting the BAU team anymore. It was the fact that Tom was arrogant, he would probably brag about what he'd done. Maybe even give him away.

"Yeah, those damned FBI agents figured him out. Do you know how that happened?" Danny asked him.

"No, not that I can think of… Oh, God. What if he gives us away?" Nate said quietly; worry making its way into his voice.

"Let's hope it doesn't come to that. Anyway, you know that I'll tell you if they figure out your location."

"Well, thanks, Danny. But I'm still worried," Nate replied.

"I've got to go, but I'll keep you posted." The other end of the line went dead.

Nate sighed. This was not what he had planned.

Rossi walked up to the one way mirror outside of the interrogation room that Tom MacKenzie was currently situated in, Prentiss straight behind him.

"Are you ready?" She asked the senior profiler.

"As I'll ever be." Rossi offered her a small smile. He really was nervous; he wanted to get a lot out of this guy. Possibly even the location…

"I'll come in if you need me." Prentiss had a determined look in her eye and Rossi nodded to her and stepped over to the door, opening it, and made his way into the room.

Before Rossi could even say a word, Tom spoke up from where he was sitting, his hands handcuffed in front of him. "Agent Rossi, what a pleasure. How's Agent Morgan doing?"

Rossi ignored the question and looked at him, his hands clasped in front of him. "The unit chief of my team, Agent Hotchner, and one of his subordinates, Dr. Reid, are missing. Would you happen to know anything about this?" Rossi asked the relaxed looking man in front of him.

"I happen to know a lot about that, Agent." Tom smiled.

"Can you tell me what you know, Tom?" Rossi was surprised. Was he actually getting somewhere with this guy? Or was Tom just trying to make him angry?

"Well, for starters, I know a lot about you and your team. Especially Agent Hotchner and Dr. Reid. Probably some things you would like to know," He mused.

"So are you admitting to your charges?" Rossi was sure that he would say yes. He was too arrogant to deny it.

"Most definitely," Tom sneered. "Would you like some details?"

Rossi leaned his back against the wall, fixing his gaze to stare Tom in the eye. "Like what?" He asked him calmly.

"I know who has them, and I know you do to. I know where they are currently at…"

"And how do you know that, Tom." Rossi's tone was beginning to get harsher, even as he tried to remain as relaxed as possible. "Because you you've watched us, haven't you? Because your friend Nate couldn't handle this by himself. Because he had to have help, right?"

"What's the matter, Agent Rossi? Can't handle knowing that you and your team were being watched while you didn't even suspect a thing? You're not as smart as you seem to think you are. You can't even come close to finding your precious teammates."

Rossi couldn't hold it in; the urge to kill this guy was too strong. Before he could stop himself, he shot forward and threw his fist back, crashing it straight into Tom's face.

Tom held in a cry of pain and grunted. The criminal smirked when Prentiss walked quickly into the room and grabbed Rossi, holding him back.

The blood coming from his nose didn't seem to faze him as Tom spoke. "Couldn't contain yourself, Dave?"

Rossi's hand lunged forward and he grabbed the collar of Tom's striped shirt. "Tell us where they are," He demanded.

The smirk stayed on Tom's face. "Certainly."

"Reid" and review, please!

Hmmmm, I'm pretty sure I failed at that interrogation scene, but oh well. This chapter pretty much wrote itself.