A/N: Since I forgot to mention it before, I also don't own the words to "Shall We Dance?". That's the property of Rodgers and Hammerstein (I think).

Chapter 2

"Hey, have you heard from Elle?" Morgan said as he poked his head into Hotch's office the next morning.

Hotch looked up from one of the many files on his desk. "No. Why?"

Morgan motioned to the area that he shared with Reid, J.J., and Elle. "She's not here yet."

Hotch glanced at his watch. "She's only fifteen minutes late. She probably got stuck in traffic."

"Yeah, you're probably right." Morgan didn't sound convinced.

"She'll probably come walking in any minute now." Hotch tried to sound convincing, for Morgan's sake. But he began to get worried. Being late wasn't like Elle.

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Elle groaned quietly. She slowly opened her eyes, trying to shake off the fog of the drug. What happened? I remember, I was sitting at my table… Elle's brain kicked in. He must have drugged me. Elle had a bitter taste in her mouth. Chloroform.

She tried to move her hands. For some reason they wouldn't move. She looked down to see that her hands were chained together in front of her. Great.

Her eyes, still clouded by the chloroform, slowly began to adjust to the darkness. She took time to look at her surroundings. It must be a basement of some kind. She could hear water dripping in the distance, and the rats began to scurry in the far corner. It was a large room, and Elle was in the middle of it, bound to a chair.

Elle began to struggle against the chains. "I wouldn't do that," a male voice sounded. A light flipped on, and Elle was blinded by the sudden brightness.

"Who are you?" she demanded.

He didn't answer. Instead the shadowy figure slowly walked toward her.

"Who are you?" she demanded again, suddenly frightened.

He stopped in front of her, his face hidden in the shadow. A hand reached out and stroked her cheek. "So beautiful," he murmured. "So cold."

Elle jerked her head away from him. He tried to push his hand towards her again, and she spit at him. That earned her a backhand across her face. Elle tasted blood in her mouth, and she glared at him, hoping he could see the evil look she was giving him.

The hand grabbed her by the chin. The fingers were hard and cold. "Don't ever do that again!" the voice said harshly. She tried as hard as she could to see his face. "You will learn to love me, Elle Greenaway. One way or another."

The figure began moving toward the light and suddenly stopped. He crossed to the other side of the room and turned on a stereo.

Shall we dance? The music rang through the room. On a bright cloud of music…

The figure disappeared, and so did the light.

Elle hung her head and cried silently in the darkness, the song that she had once loved muffling her sobs. Please, she prayed. Please come get me, Gideon. Please, come get me.

Short chapter, I know, but I gotta leave ya hanging! Please R&R!