AN: Please don't make me plead for reviews; it won't be pretty. Also, this is the first time I have ever done this in a AN, but JJ will have a happy ending in some form :)

Reid stood in the safe house, silently examining every bit of evidence the FBI had discovered; from the very moment JJ first disappeared that August day up until now. When she had been abducted. Again. And he didn't know if this was worse or better then the last time. Or just different. The first time they had no clue what had happened to JJ; they had no idea if she was even alive. This time, they knew she was alive, knew who had had her. And they knew what was being done to her.

Reid shook his head, he had to focus on getting JJ back; had to focus on the evidence and not emotion. The Seattle Bureau had sent over as many agents and techs as they could; JJ's case was everyone's top priority. And any evidence found was being processed at a record rate.

But it wasn't coming back fast enough; JJ had already been gone for twelve hours. Reid had heard what Hotch and Ross had described to Morgan as the few hours leading up to JJ's abduction. And it scared Reid to death. A seizure lasting that long, and most likely longer, could only be detrimental. His only hope was that the men who took her wanted her alive bad enough that they administered medication to stop the seizure.

Reid rubbed his eyes with the palms of his hands, trying to refocus on the amount of information filtering it. What he knew was that JJ had started seizing around 9:30 and that approximately 9:40 Hotch and Ross made the decision to transfer her to the emergency room; they were broadsided at 9:47 by another black SUV traveling at nearly 45 miles an hour. What Reid did have going for him, for JJ was that Hotch had turned on the lights and sirens in the SUV; which instantly activated the dash camera.

The techs had the footage and were cleaning it up; but to Reid, they were taking far too long. They needed to find JJ and they needed to find her soon. He had known as soon as he had heard Hotch that the bracelet had been a dead end and that there was no sign of JJ anywhere near where the bracelet had been found.

He was staring at the area map of the land they had just searched when he heard the door slam open and in walked Hotch, Morgan, and Emily "Garcia has something," Hotch announced.

"Listen up," Garcia took over, "the evidence guys are taking too long so I took over. I have the footage from the dash cam and have sent it to your phones. Lets cut to the chase here, this was one hell of an ambush. As soon as the collision occurred, another SUV pulled up; two men jumped out and knew where they were going. They pulled JJ from the SUV; the picture is as clear as day. It looked like she was still seizing as they loaded her into their SUV. I am working on the plates right now but I got a partial and it looks like the SUV is out of Anchorage and registered to a man named Ian Lytle, I am driving to locate any photo of him and…" She paused for a moment before gasping. "That asshole!" Her voice went from worried to livid in a heartbeat.

"Garcia!" Hotch pressed, "What?"

"Hotch, when I was flying to visit JJ, I… I sat next to him on the plane." There was a brief moment of silence and then the rage came full force in Garcia. "And our Mr. Lytle messed with the wrong JJ." She paused again, "Hotch, I… I think I have his fingerprint. I was showing him some of the stuff I was bringing JJ and one of them was a sort of play dough. He was messing with it; that is an excellent finger print keeper."

"Get on it Garcia." And with that Hotch ended the call.

"Hotch?" It was Ross, his eyes were wide and his hands shaking.

"Ross?" Hotch could tell something had hit the doctor hard. "What's wrong?"

Ross' mouth twitched, "did I hear you say Ian Lytle?"

"Do you know him?"

And Ross nodded, "I think so, he is from Anchorage."

Hotch looked at him and then showed him the picture Garcia had sent over before he pressed for further information. "How do you know him, Ross?"

Ross rolled his neck before answering, "He is my nephew. He is Talia's son."

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Leaff knew as soon as he got the text what had happened. It was from the men who had been paid to grab JJ and bring her back. If he was getting a text, JJ was back. And his stomach flipped; he had begun to hope that maybe, just maybe, the higher ups would just let her be and move on. That was apparently not the case and as he walked down the secure hallway he hated himself even more than he normally did. He had built a bond with JJ; he had grown close to her, felt protective of her. For the first time since he had become involved with the program, he felt as though he cared about one of them; about JJ. And he was dreading see her again, seeing her subjected to the funded project where she had unwillingly become the center piece. He had fought to keep her alive and when he saw her declining before; he had pleaded with Doc to allow JJ to die in a smaller room, away from the smells and sounds of the compound. Somehow, Doc agreed. And when Leaff checked her pulse he falsely claimed that she was gone, no longer breathing. He waited until Doc and Clyde had left the room before scooping her into his arms and placing her softly in his car. He drove for over an hour before finding an emergency room. He parked and looked for one of areas where he could dump her and know she would be found; but where he could also disappear.

He had licked his lips several times before slipping on gloves and stripping JJ from her clothes and wiping her down to make sure no finger prints were left. Taking a deep breath, Leaff had picked her up in his arms one last time before walking to the dumpster and gently placing her on the concrete floor. His only hope was that someone would find her soon and that somehow, someway a miracle would occur and JJ would be the person to finally take down the project.