Jo drifted in and out of consciousness. She moved her hand in front of her face to block the sun from shining brightly into her eyes from the large windows. She looked around but didn't recognize where she was. Jo felt the bedspread below her and saw that her shoes and socks were pulled off but she was relieved to see that her jeans and shirt were still on.

She tried to sit up but wasn't able to make her body respond. She had a terrible headache but didn't remember when she got hit in the head. Jo managed to turn herself around on the bed, hoping to see the other side of the room. But she came face to face with Paul who was asleep beside her.

Her heart was beating a mile a minute. She moved her legs off the bed but wasn't able to support herself and collapsed on the ground. She then dragged herself around the bed to get away.

Jo looked up at the door and could see the fire exit map and knew she was in a hotel room. After pushing herself up, she only had a few more feet until she reached the door.

"Looks like you fell out of bed." Paul reached down and gently picked her up and brought her back to the bed.

"No." Jo whimpered. "Please let me go."

"When I got a call from your father to make sure that you were okay, I knew that was a sign. This was the time for us to get back together." Paul said sincerely.

"I do not want to be with you. How many times do I need to say that we are over for you to get it?"

He got up, walked to the far side of the hotel room and then returned to her where he sat on the edge of the bed. He presented her with a bouquet of daisies wrapped in paper. "Look, your favorite."

"I recall you throwing the daises I had in a vase at me."

"I never wanted to hurt you, but I knew you wouldn't come with me. I needed to tell you how I feel, I needed to show you."

"So you thought the best way to do that was to kidnap an FBI Agent? You are committing a federal offense."

Paul leaned in closer to her and brushed the loose hair out of her face. "The things we do for love."


The team gathered at the round table.

"What did you find out about Capello?" Hotch asked Garcia.

"He was recently granted two weeks furlough. He stated that he had a family emergency. And he is off the grid."

Hotch turned to Emily. "What did you find at his home?"

"He hadn't been there for a few days. He had mail piling up but the place was clean, like really clean. Everything was perfect."

Reid was pacing back and forth to the side of the room. "Yes, he has an extreme obsessive compulsive disorder."

Garcia continued to type on her computer. "His phone, credit cards, everything haven't been in use for the past few days."

"JJ, go to his base and talk to his commanding officer." Hotch directed.

Rossi stood up. "I'll go too, I speak Marine."

Hotch looked at the rest of the team. "We need to look into any other possibilities in case Capello wasn't the one who took her."

Reid became upset. "What are you talking about? It is him! We need to be out there looking for her!"

Hotch focused on the team. "Please work on the other potential suspects." Hotch approached Reid. "You come with me."

Hotch led Reid into his office and had him sit down on the couch. "I need you to tell me about Capello." Hotch ordered.

"I hardly know him." Reid confessed.

"That may be true, but you will be able to recite every conversation you had with him; also every conversation you've had with Jo where she has mentioned him." Hotch put his hands on his hips. "Where would Capello take her? Maybe some place special to them?"

"I can't think of any place special." He got up to look out Hotch's window with his arms folded across his chest.

"I understand how difficult this is for you, but there is something you aren't telling me." Hotch said sincerely.

"I made a promise." Reid uttered.

Hotch took a step closer. "I am going to need to know everything."

"For what, Hotch?" Reid turned and faced him. "For a profile? We know who he is, we know what he is capable of! I am not going to give you details about how he raped and tormented her." Reid's eyes were welling up. "Three days, Hotch. Who knows what he has done to her in three days."


Jo was scared. She had been controlled, manipulated, and plagued by Paul before. But this time was different. There was something off when she looked in his eyes, as if all reason was gone. She didn't know what to do; any fight that she had in her has been replaced with terror and panic. He consistently gave her quick dissolving tranquilizers to keep her under his control.

Jo looked to Paul who was staring at her from the sitting chair. "Why are you doing this?"

"So we can be together. Joey, we can be an unbeatable political team. You would be the perfect politician's wife."

"I am not going to marry you." She shook her head with frustration.

"Of course you are, my love. We are engaged after all." He smiled at her.

Jo sighed. "No we are not." She then noticed that she had a large diamond ring on her finger. "Paul, we are not engaged, I am not in love with you. I am in love with Spencer!"

He turned to her, his face riddled with hatred. "Spencer? That boy genius? He is not the one for you. I am!" He approached her and smacked her, hard, across the face. "I will not hear anything more about him, you understand?"

Jo nodded.

Paul grabbed one of his pills and forced it into her mouth.