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Reid shifted in his seat as Joan came back over to them, carrying a plate of chocolate chip cookies and two large glasses of milk. She set them on the old wooden table in front of them and joined Hotch, Reid and her husband on the couch.

"So, would you two gentlemen like to tell us what's going on?" Bill asked.

Both of the agents nodded and Reid's stomach let out a loud rumble. "You can eat those, you know," Joan told him as Reid blushed.

"Thank you." Reid said, knowing full well that it was for more than just the food.

"A man named Nate Walker kidnapped Re─ Spencer six days ago," Hotch began.

Reid raised his eyebrows when Hotch called him by his first name. He almost never did that.

Joan covered her mouth with her hand. "Oh, you poor boy!"

"A case from a long time ago involved Nate. I had shot his father." The eyebrows of the two people in front of the agents raised in alarm for a moment before they remembered that they were with the FBI. "Nate was set on revenge. He kidnapped Spencer and sent my team and I videos of him being beaten and drugged."

The elderly couple gasped but didn't interrupt.

At the mention of drugs, Reid shifted uncomfortably on the couch and his breathing picked up slightly. He just realized, and hated to admit that, he was experiencing cravings. It had been many hours since he had last been given Dilaudid. It was only six days. Six days. It won't be as bad as last time. Not nearly as bad. You can get through this. Reid noted that he was beginning to feel slightly lightheaded, but he didn't think it was from the craving. It wouldn't be that bad yet.

"Nate wanted me. Taking Spencer was just another way to get to me." Hotch took a breath. "He gave me a location and told me that if I went, he would let Spencer go. Do you know where the old warehouse is? About a half hour drive down the road?"

"…'Fraid not." Bill said after a moment.

His wife turned to look at him. "I do. Don't you remember when we took that walk a few weeks ago?" She faced the agents in front of her. "Bill's memory is leaving him."

Hotch and Reid nodded in understanding and the unit chief continued talking. "We found out he had a partner and we got him into custody. I left to go to the location Nate had given me, without my team knowing. He kept us both there, in that warehouse. When I got there with Nate, he didn't let Spencer go like he said he would. When I received the address, I wasn't sure whether he was lying about letting him go or not. But I couldn't risk it."

Hotch took another breath. He was going to tell the entire story, knowing for sure that Reid would not want to explain this. "He stabbed me in the leg. My team found out his location, probably from the partner. Apparently, he found out that they were coming. I'm not sure how. Nate was going to move us to a different location. He was about to give Spencer more Dilaudid but he was being messy and clumsy. Spencer put it into Nate and we escaped and came here. And now our team are on their way. They should be here soon," Hotch finished.

"What's Dilaudid?" Bill asked, looking between the two men.

Reid shifted uncomfortably and closed his eyes as another feeling of light-headedness washed over him. "Dilaudid is also known as hydromorphone. Hydromorphone is in the family of medications called opioid analgesics, or narcotic pain relievers. Its purpose is to treat moderate to severe pain, also pain after surgery. It can be very addicting. The addictions are difficult to recover from," Reid's mind supplied.

For a moment, Joan looked as if she were about to ask a question, but then she closed her mouth again. Probably to ask you if you're experiencing cravings right now. Which you are, Reid thought.

Suddenly, a loud knock on the door interrupted them. Please, please be the team, Hotch pleaded in his head as Joan got up to open the door.

When the woman opened the door, there was SWAT coming into the house, leaving a flustered looking Joan to stand in the doorway.

As Reid and Hotch watched, they saw Prentiss come up quickly to the door. "Ma'am, have you got two men here? They're agents."

"Prentiss!" Hotch called and he and Reid went toward the brunette as quickly as they could.

Prentiss couldn't help but throw her arms lightly over the two, pulling them into a gentle embrace. "Thank God, you're okay." She gasped when she took a step back and saw how injured they were. Hotch didn't look as bad as Reid, but the blood on his leg worried her. Reid was covered in bruises and bit of blood and he was swaying on his feet a bit. "The medics are right outside. Rossi, JJ and a SWAT team are down at the warehouse right now." With that, she ushered them out of the house.

As they went out the door, Reid turned around. "Thank you so much."

Hotch too turned and nodded his thanks.

The paramedics were right there and as soon as they left the house Hotch and Reid were helped onto gurneys.

"Thank you for finding us, Prentiss," Reid told her, grasping her hand with shaky fingers. Prentiss could tell that Reid probably wouldn't have lasted much longer if they hadn't come when they had.

After saying that, Reid's eyes shut. "Reid! What's wrong with him!?" She demanded to one of the paramedics.

"His body was through too much, he just passed out. It'll be fine." Prentiss let out a breath of relief as a dark haired man told her and they wheeled the two injured agents into an ambulance.

Prentiss sighed. Reid had finally looked at peace.

As Nate walked with difficulty toward the only exit in the concrete room his head still felt fuzzy. He couldn't think straight. How long was I out? That kid is going to get it.

He stood in front of the door, figuring out how he was going to open it. He knew he couldn't get the handcuffs off. They had taken his keys. Oh yes, they were going to wish they had never pulled this once he got his hands on them.

Turning around so that his back was to the door, Nate stood on his tiptoes and grasped the door handle with his cuffed hands. As he turned it, he found that the two men hadn't locked the door. Perfect.

He used all the strength that he could muster in his slightly drug-hazed state and opened the door.

Nate smiled and walked out and into the hallway. God, he wished that he could get rid of these handcuffs. They were going to cause some real problems for him.

Agent Hotchner and Spencer were gone, Nate assumed. They were nowhere in sight and if they had called, the cops would've already been here. Plus, he still felt his cell phone sitting in his pocket and there were no other phones in the building. They probably went to the house quite a way's down the road. Nate just hoped and prayed that they hadn't gotten there already.

Nate approached the exit of the warehouse and pushed up against the door and opening it with more ease than the other door.

He closed his eyes when bright sunlight approached them.

When Nate opened his eyes, he was staring at the barrel of a gun. Oh, God.

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