um some warnings: um, graphic...graphic...character death...grahic...i shall give you a hint of who dies: its not timothy. long live timothy!

All of the lights had gone out in the room that Reid was recently beginning to refer to as his tomb. Why did they have to turn out the lights? When had started coughing earlier that night, he assumed that is was one of the many signs of his dehydration. Along with his nausea and fever, this seemed quite natural until he saw the blood he spat up. How long had he been missing? He was sure that it was longer than the time he spent with Tobias, and he barely came out of that one okay. He couldn't even remember the last time that he saw Morgan. It was a nightmare to wake up and find that the only person in the world that could talk to him was gone. He wasn't even sure if he could trust the words that Markus told him. Up to that point, Harold had not left any victims alive.

Why had the lights gone out? What was happening? Reid weakly opened his eyes to try to get some sense of what was happening, but he couldn't see anything at all. Reid had an urge to try to find Susan just so he wouldn't be alone, but that wouldn't bring any comfort to her. Reid could barely remember what had just happened. Harold was trying to rape him again…Reid's body trembled at the thought. He had been raped. He had been stripped, beaten, and raped and all of this happened in front of one of his teammates. All of it happened in front of Morgan. His entrance was burning a fire that sent pain through the rest of his already cut up body. He crawled to the back wall, and tried to ignore the questionable instruments around him. His arms were badly aching from being held above his head for so long so trying to move them at all was a horrific experience. Even if he was handed a loaded gun right then, he didn't think he'd be able to cause any damage. He couldn't even stand up.

"Please, let us go," Susan cried out in the darkness.

Reid was doing everything he could to keep himself awake. He couldn't afford to fall unconscious again. He had to be awake for when his team came for him. He'd have to tell them about the missing boy…Reid's thoughts stopped when he got a sharp pain throughout his stomach. Thousands of statics started running through his tired brain, but he couldn't piece any of them together. His pulse was still racing, and his fever hadn't gone down. His genius mind was begging for the welcomed darkness that came when Reid gave into the temptation to pass out and leave this mess behind him, but he couldn't do that as long as he could help it. He had to find out what was going on. Markus was trying to help him, but that seemed odd seeing as Markus wanted nothing to do with Reid not too long ago. Something had made him change his mind so while Harold was trying to torture Reid for one last time, Markus stepped in. There was some kind of struggle Reid remembered, but who had turned the lights off? Try as he might, Reid couldn't see anything at all.

"The FBI is coming you know, and when they do, they're goin arrest both of you if you don't let us go. Please! I need to find my son…"

Reid listened close for any response from either of their captors, but he didn't hear anything. Silence was more deadly than any kind of noise could ever be. Only in silence was Reid truly left alone. He couldn't see or hear anything aside from a woman screaming out for her child. Reid was terrified.


"Please, let us go!" Susan wailed. Markus regretted trying not to get her out of those chains before the lights went out. The task would be next to impossible in the dark. If somehow he was able to get her out of the chains, she would be able to help him get the kid out of there. He listened for any movements, but he didn't hear anything besides Susan's desperate cries. Was the kid already dead? Where did Harold go? Harold still had to be in that room, but why was he so quiet? Markus was getting scared, and he almost regretted trying to protect the boy.

"Reid, are you still awake?" he called out. He couldn't see much of anything in the blackness of the room. He had to rely on his other senses.

"I'm here," a voice whispered.

"Stay awake kid," Markus said. He heard some scuffling noises somewhere behind him so he knew the agent was doing what he could to keep awake. He wondered how badly the kid's arm was broken. Maybe they were safe for now. Harold couldn't possibly still be in the mood to rape anyone else, and Markus would only be gone for a few minutes.

"Harold? Sir?" Markus called out. "I've called the police already. They will be here momentarily," he lied. He probably should have called the police hours ago.

"The police are coming? Oh, thank God!" Susan said.

"Sir? Turn on the lights now." Markus waited for a moment, but Harold didn't say a word.

"Maybe he's gone," Susan suggested.

"No, he's here." Markus couldn't hear or smell anything different, but he knew Harold was still there and that he wasn't happy.

"Isn't there like a secret entrance or exit in this room somewhere?"

"There are in certain places in this house, but not in this room particular. This room has a dark history…a lot of people were killed in this room even before Harold found it," Markus said. His heart was pounding faster because of the silence he was getting from Harold. In all of the years that he had been a loyal servant to Harold, he never once gave Harold any reason to be angry with him. Markus kept the little secret of the upstairs wing, he was always there whenever Harold requested his service, and he always did his work without complaint.

"Sir, please turn on the light," Markus said. "Sir, please." Markus never wanted to make anyone mad at him. He didn't want to lose his job, and he didn't want to have to explain to his sister why he couldn't send her more money in the mail. He just wanted everything to work out, but it didn't look like it was going to happen that way. Markus knew that the old servant that he hid in the next room had a gun in one of his pockets. Markus put gave the gun back to the old man. He wouldn't steal from a dead person, but if Markus was able to sneak next door and get the gun, he could be the hero again. He would turn on the lights, help the woman, stop Harold, and save the young agent's life. The police would reward him as a hero, and he would be able to buy a little house somewhere where he could help his sister and her children until they got back on their feet. He would never have to see Harold again.

Markus took a step forward, and stopped to make sure that he didn't hear anyone else moving behind him. He heard the deep breathing of the kid, the sobs of the woman, but he didn't hear a peep from Harold. He took another step forward, but he cursed under his breath. He couldn't see a single thing, and he remembered the other agents pleading with him not to leave their youngest alone in the dark. The dark really was the scariest of all the weapons that Harold had on his side.

He tried not to think of the dried blood on the floors or the fact that an armed psychopath was hiding somewhere in the room with him. Once he got to the door, he'd be back before Harold would be able to kill Reid or Susan. It would all work out after all. He stretched his hands out so he could feel for the door, and after taking a few more steps, his fingers finally rested on the door handle.

"I'm going to be right back," Markus quietly told them. He didn't want either one of them losing hope once he left. He'd only be gone for a minute.

"Please, don't leave us! Please!" Susan screamed. "He's going to kill the kid and me. Please don't leave us!"

He started to open the door when he felt a breath on the back on his neck. Markus froze in place. He had never been more scared in his life. He kept his hand on the door, and was ready to scream out for help if anything happened, but nothing could happen. Harold wasn't going to hurt him. He was the most loyal servant that Harold ever had.


It didn't take long for Harold's eyes to adjust to the darkness. He was used to it. When he was younger, he would sneak into his parent's bedroom at night so he could watch them do things to each other that no young child should see. Harold would hide in that darkness while his father touched his mother, and Harold would watch her arch her back and scream with pleasure, much like the young agent did when Harold played with him. Harold would watch them until his father was dripping with sweat and his mother could no longer catch her breath. He wouldn't leave right away though. He liked to watch them sleep. He watched the rising and falling of their chests, and he liked how their eyes would constantly move underneath their eye lids when they were dreaming. Watching them was better than anything on the television.

Since Harold's shoes were already off, it was very easy for him to glide across the floor without being noticed by his frightened servant or his two guests. He actually stood behind Markus for some time while Markus begged Harold for a word, but Harold kept his mouth shut. Why would he want to talk and ruin the fun? Harold could even see the small movements from the agent bleeding on the floor. Harold wanted to get on the floor, and break open his little friend one last time, but he had to restrain himself. He couldn't have any playtime until work was over.

He went along his back wall, and ran his fingers over all of the familiar instruments. He had picked out every single of them himself, and he didn't think he could choose a favorite. All of them had their own strengths, and Harold loved all of them. He recognized the whips that he had used on Morgan, the paw that he used on young Reid, and even the pear that he had used time and time again with some of his less privileged guests. Harold was never too fond of the pear. He thought it was much too messy. Sticking that contraption into somebody's entrance could be considered quite enjoyable, but by the time he was finished with it, the entrance was too torn up and bloody for him to get inside of his guest. That was no fun.

"Sir, turn out the lights now," Markus told him. Markus was such a funny fellow. Why in the world would Harold do that? That just wouldn't make sense. They were having so much more fun this way.

"Maybe he's gone," the nameless woman said. What kind of person could go through their life without telling anyone their name? Not only was that rude, but it wasn't practical. She probably didn't have many friends.

"No, he's here," Markus said. Harold smiled, and ran his tongue over his top lip. This was turning out to be quite the adventure.

Harold's hand stopped when he felt one of his favorite daggers. It was quite old, and his seller estimated that it had been used for centuries. Harold smiled to himself when he remembered the seller asking Harold what the knife would be used for. Harold didn't lie. He really was using it for his parties, just probably not the kind of parties that the seller had in mind. Harold carefully the dagger off its place on the wall, and turned around to find Markus. The boy was still on the floor only a few feet away from Harold. The woman who had rudely refused to tell Harold her name was still on the wall, and Markus was cleverly trying to leave the room. Leaving before the party was over was simply unacceptable.

Harold walked over to where his pathetic servant was trying to run away, and Harold stopped right behind him. He gave Markus but a moment to realize that Harold was there. What was the best way to punish an unruly servant? Harold put his hand on Markus' shoulder, and in one swift movement, he guided his dagger across his servant's throat. The knife tore off the skin with such ease, and Harold wondered why he didn't have more of these lovely little toys. Harold stepped back to keep anymore more blood from getting on his skin. He just took a bath a few hours ago. It would be a shame to waste more water in taking another bath. He knew that his clothes were safely outside the room, but he could put his underpants back on. Markus was holding his bleeding throat with both of his hands, and he stumbled across the room gasping for breath. It really was a horrible noise he was making. Harold pulled his underpants across his waist, and turned the music up a bit louder. He didn't want to have to hear that horrible noise that Markus was making. Harold turned the lights back to their dim setting, and watched his servant try to keep the blood inside of his body. The nameless woman screamed. She was truly becoming annoying. If she kept this up, she would be more annoying than that darker agent had been, and Harold truly despised him.

Markus fell on his knees, and was watching Harold with fear in his eyes. Harold walked over to him to give Markus a better look, and he pushed Markus onto his back.

"See Markus? This is what happens when you don't follow the orders of the house."

Harold got down on his knees to watch the final moments of one of his favorite servants. His female guest was watching with her jaw dropped, but the pale agent wasn't. The kid had his eyes on the ground, and he was breathing through his mouth. Harold would deal with him later.


Harold couldn't get his eyes off the blood pouring out of Markus' throat. He forced Markus to remove his hands from the wound, and Harold stuck his hand down the bloody hole. He felt around and felt warm blood soaking in his fingers, and he twisted his hand around past all of the veins and tissues. He found the tongue, and he wrapped his fingers around the weakened muscle. Using most of his strength, he was able to rip the tongue from the mouth, and he dragged it out back through the hole in the throat. He set the bloody muscle down beside him, and after he cleaned it up a bit, he would be able to give it to Timothy.

He looked back down at Markus, and was a bit disappointed to see that Markus was dead. He licked the blood off his fingers so he would be able to play with the boy one last time, but the blood tasted different. He bent down, and stuck his tongue down the jagged hole in Markus' neck. He ran his tongue across the dead tendons, and he took a bite out of one of the muscles. He sat back so he would be able to taste the meat, and to his surprise, it was divine. He stuck his hand back into the throat, and dug around searching around for hard muscle. Harold knew he shouldn't be eating so close to bed time, but he did have quite a work out. He deserved a little treat, and after all, it was alright to pig out every now and then. It wasn't his fault that this meat was sweet like honey, and tangy like spices that were put on his chicken. He couldn't get enough. He even thought about cutting some up to save for later.

Anne was already bored after peaking into several of the rooms. Other than the rooms were clean of dust, they didn't look like they had ever been in lived in. Everything was in its place, and she was actually felt badly for looking around. She didn't want to make a mess when the people who worked in this house worked hard to keep it clean. She knew how hard it was. She worked as a house cleaner for a month or so, but she hated it. People were gross slobs, and she couldn't stand picking up after them anymore.

She had to clean up her life. She knew that. She regretted the mistakes she made with men in her past, and she vowed that she wasn't going to be seeing anymore men until she had an actual career. She wanted to be able to take care of herself. She loved Markus more than anything, but she needed to grow up. She was going to stop accepting money from Markus as soon as she knew that she had a good job, and that she would be able to take care of her family on her own.

She wandered through the long hallways when she saw a strange door. The walls were a light blue, but the door was brown. It didn't match. That was strange. She lightly pushed the door open, and saw a staircase. She was about to turn away. The staircase had not been taken care of like the rest of the house was. There were cobwebs, and some of the stairs were cracked. She wasn't stupid enough to go up a dark and scary staircase, but she heard a strange noise. It sounded like a woman screaming, and she couldn't just leave when she heard that. The woman could be in danger. The young missing agent could be up there too. Anne had to try to help.


Prentiss stayed close by J.J. as they surrounded the front door of the mansion. The S.W.A.T team were waiting for orders behind them, and for the first time in a long time, Prentiss actually felt scared of what she would find in that house. She had been to many raids, met some of the sickest people on the planet, but she had never felt her heart pound like this before. She hadn't been on many cases where the probability of finding a dead agent were very likely, and it broke her heart to know that it would be more than just a dead agent. It would be Reid, the baby of their team, and she would have given anything to been in his place. She wasn't afraid of pain, and while he could quote any book that he had ever read, she could stand up for herself better than he could. She was older than him, and she was physically fit. She would be able to take anything some sicko could throw at her. The only reason she could assure herself with was that even had she been in the car that night with Morgan, the unsub probably wouldn't had gone after them. He wanted Reid all along.

"FBI!" Hotch shouted. Prentiss aimed her gun at the door. "Open up!"

A very nervous looking blonde opened the door only seconds later. When she saw the FBI and the police out front, she almost collapsed from fright. Prentiss ran up to her, and helped her from falling to the cement.

"Are you okay?" Prentiss asked after the blonde had recovered herself.

"What's happening?"

"What's your name?"

"I'm Danielle. Is something wrong? Is that bad guy who's on the news around here or something?" She looked around outside as if expecting to see someone crawling around the bushes or one of the rose gardens, but it was a quiet night.

"Where's Harold?" Rossi asked.

"Harold? I haven't seen him in a while. He went upstairs. Why?"

Hotch stepped inside with Rossi at his heels. Danielle and Prentiss stood aside to let them pass.

"Danielle, I'm going to need you to gather everyone who works in this house together. Tell them all to meet in the kitchen," Prentiss said.

"Have this house surrounded!" Hotch shouted into his phone. "No one comes in this house and no one leaves this house."

Danielle lost all the color that was once in her face when she saw the seriousness of the situation.

"Okay. I can do that," Danielle said nodding her head.

Prentiss waved over one of the officers.

"This officer is going to come with you, and make sure that you and all the other workers are going to be kept safe. Alright?"

Danielle nodded, and the officer smiled kindly at her. Prentiss walked over to J.J. who was waiting for her. Without Markus or Harold, they had no idea where to start the search.

"What about the children in the house?"

Prentiss looked over at J.J. to see if she knew anything, but J.J. shook her head.

"Children?"

Prentiss walked back over to the frightened girl.

"Yeah…Some lady came a while ago to visit her brother. She brought two kids with her, and then another little boy is sleeping in one of the upstairs rooms. I don't think they're related."

Prentiss was having a hard time understanding why Harold was keeping children in the house. He didn't have any of his own, he did not have a girlfriend, and he had never gone into adoption. There was another victim.

"The two kids of the woman, they're right down this hall," she said gesturing down a hallway. "The other little kid had dinner with Harold tonight. I don't know where the woman is. She wanted to look around. She's upstairs somewhere, but I have no way of finding her unless she calls one of us."

"Okay, gather everyone up in the kitchen area including all of the children," Hotch ordered appearing out of nowhere. Rossi stepped in behind him, and all of them watched the nervous woman press a few buttons on the wall. She didn't look back at them as she made her way into the kitchen with a member of the SWAT team a few steps behind.

"One of them has to know where Harold goes," Rossi said. "It's a very large house, I got dizzy just looking at these staircases, but I'm sure one of them has been watching Harold."

"Do you think Markus will be there?" J.J. asked.

"Doubt it. He would have answered the door," Prentiss said. If Markus was there, it would have been a lot easier to find Reid along with any new victim that Harold might have abducted. The thought that worried Prentiss the most was the fact that Harold had kidnapped somebody else. He would have had no reason to go through all the trouble of taking someone else if Reid was still alive and well.

Just as Danielle promised, the entire staff of the house was in the kitchen in less than five minutes. Prentiss also noted that two children were sitting in small chairs in the corner of the overly sized kitchen. A little baby was being cradled by a woman sitting near the children. By the way she acted around them; Prentiss knew this wasn't the mother. Both of the kids sitting in the chairs were little boys, but they didn't look related. Prentiss scanned through the rest of the workers, but she didn't see anything unusual. Most of them looked tired. They had been working all day, and they wanted to go to sleep. Markus wasn't there.

"I'm going to need everyone to listen," Hotch began. "My name is SSA Aaron Hotchner, and I am here with my team. We need to find out where exactly Harold goes to every night before he goes to bed. This house is much too large for us to do a thorough search."

"What exactly are you looking for?" a younger man in the back asked.

"We believe that one of our agents is being kept against his will somewhere in this house," Rossi said. Prentiss knew that he wouldn't be so blunt with them if they weren't running out of time. The frightened servants stood close to one another, but none of them spoke up.

"Please," Prentiss finally said stepping forward. No one was going to say anything if she couldn't come up with a good reason for them to. "The agent missing is our best friend, and he was dragged out of his car while he was doing his part to help find a sadistic murderer who will continue killing until he is stopped. We know that Harold is in an upstairs room, and that Markus is probably with him."

"Markus has been acting strange lately," Danielle said. "We barely see him anymore."

"I know where Harold is!" a tiny voice spoke up. Everyone turned and saw that one of the little boys had stood up, and was making his way up to Prentiss. She kneeled down so she could be his height, and she looked into his green eyes. He looked a little bit tired, but he wasn't nervous. "I'm not supposed to know though. Harold didn't want me to, but I peaked. He said that he was going to talk to my mommy and this special agent guy about magic stuff. I wanted to ask him if they could find me a gremlin. Mommy didn't like me watching that movie, but I've seen lots of it already and I would take real good care of the gremlin when I got one! Mommy couldn't get me one, but I was thinking the agent guy could. Inspector Gadget could get anything he wanted."

"Where did Harold go?" Prentiss asked. She looked up at the others who were also listening very closely. They were ready to bolt out that door the second the kid gave a good enough answer.

"There was a secret door! Well, kinda secret."

"Where's the door?"

"Um, it's a brown door and it was kinda close to my room. I was hiding when he went inside, and I was goin follow so I opened it when I was sure he was gone, but it looked super scary so I didn't go."

"What was scary about it?"

"There were all these stairs. Like millions and millions of stairs and I could hear his feet still on the top somewhere. I went back to my room. I can just ask for the gremlin tomorrow."

"Thank you so much," Prentiss said hugging the boy. A child knew more about the secret rooms in this house more than anyone working here had.

"What are you going to do? I don't want to share my room with mom. She'll hog the bed!"

"We'll get her a bed of her own," J.J. said. Prentiss stood up, and tried to hide the tears in her eyes from J.J. She was terrified of what they would find in that upstairs room. Without another word, they filed out of the kitchen with their guns drawn in front of them. They ran up the stairs to the second level, and kept their eyes open for a strange looking brown door that should stick out like a sore thumb according to the little boy. They wandered down at least three hallways before they found a door that seemed out of place. Hotch kicked the door open, and he turned his flashlight on. Just as the boy described, there was an old staircase leading up to the third floor of the house. This was it.

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