5:21 am

"Sir, this just came for you".

"Thank you, Anderson". Hotch answered taking the package, not bringing his eyes up to meet Anderson's, but instead, his head stayed down, peeled to his work. Rows upon rows of paperwork sat towering on his desk, and no matter how much he completes, new paperwork comes in. Leaning back in his chair, he takes the package and begins to open it. Inside had two items, a piece of paper and a videotape. He sets thetape down on his desk andbegins reading the note...

HE IS A LIAR!!

HE IS FILTH!!

YOU HAVE 3 DAYS TO FIGURE OUT WHO I AM...TIME IS TICKING.

SAVE THEM.

Hotch placed the note down, in return he picked up the tape. Lucky they still had some older technology for matters like this. He hastily walked over to the roundtable room, closing the door behind himself. The box tv sat in the corner of the room, and the video player lay underneath. Plugging everything in, turning it all on, and putting in the tape...

The video ended.

"Anderson!". Aaron called.

"ANDERSON!!". He called again but louder, like a scream.

"Sir?".

"Call my team". Hotch turned to look at him. "Now!".

5:56 am

Within just over half an hour the team had arrived and already sitting around the table in the briefing room. The girls were all sat at one of the table, JJ was yawning telling Emily and Garcia how she'd been up all night with Henry and Garcia telling JJ about the hot guy she had seen in the cafe on her way in. She had gone a picked up Emily as her car decided not to start, and the both ended up buying everyone coffee from the cafe across the road from HQ.

Rossi was all suited up, looking rather quite dapper. He wore a black suit, jacket placed on the table and his bow tie was undone, hanging around his neck. He wasn't in the best of moods as he described, 'being dragged away from possible wife number five'. The team laughed when he had said this, Rossi's love life had never really been anything hidden within the team, and jokes were constantly being cracked amongst them all. Hotch stood at the head of the table, Morgan next to Rossi on his phone and last to turn up was Dr. Spencer Reid.

The tall, skinny man came bustling through the door coffee in hand. Taking of his messenger bag and plunking it down beside him as he took a seat next to Morgan. "Goodnight?". Morgan looked at him and winked. Reid was used to his 'banter', and instead of making anything of it he just rolled his eyes and answered no. "Oh come on pretty boy, you're never late and I mean have you even looked in a mirror this morning?". Morgan looked him up and down. His clothes were unironed and looked as if they had just been thrown on. His hair was a mess, unbrushed and unkept, and dark purple bags sat under his eyes. Reid shot him a side glare as he sipped on his coffee.

"Right let's get to it". Hotch interrupted everyone. "Sorry I had to call you all in this early and on a Saturday, I know it's one of the only days you get off". Everything was silent as all eyes fell on him. "So what's happened? Got to be big to be called in this early".

"This morning I received a package". He looked down on the table at the brown wrapped parcel. "I thought it was just something sent from another bureau but I was wrong". Hotch picked up the package and emptied it of its contents.

"Is this way we haven't got any casefiles?". Rossi asked. It was true, the team were normally presented with casefiles, explaining what had happened, the victims, evidence, etc. But this time Hotch received the case, personally. And those kind are never good. Hotch nodded his head.

"This is what was sent". He holds up the items.

"Is that a videotape?". Emily asked.

"Indeed".

"Who uses videotapes nowadays?". Despite the fact Emily's question was rhetorical, Spencer had to chime in with some statics. "Actually a lot more people still use videotapes, more than you expect. 12.7% of the Washington area still has and uses a video player. Apparently, some say it reminds them of their childhood, whereas others believe DVD's to be too futuristic...". Spencer would have carried on but he noticed everyone staring at him as if to say 'Shut up Spencer'. Spencer stopped in his tracks and just put his head down, allowing Hotch to proceed.

"As I was saying...". He looked over at Spencer with a raised eyebrow. "I have made copies of the note". He handed them out. They all read through them, looking puzzled.

"Who's them?". Questioned Spencer.

"Garcia can you play this please". Garcia took the tape from Hotch and placed it in the player. The screen turned on, becoming static, everyone watching as something appears on screen. A figure of a man was sat in the middle of the room with a sack covering his head, with cuts and bruises decorating his body. He looked in bad shape, the teaming not knowing how long he had been there, so not knowing the extent of the damaged that has been caused. Not much could be seen as the only light source focused on him and wasn't all the bright either. It looked like a portal light, one that they'd use on a construction site. The weak light wasn't giving them much to go on regarding where he could be, only making about small details dotted around the caught in the rays. The room seemed fairly small, tiled walls (that had mostly fallen off, creating piles of broken slate), and covered in layers of dust.

As they continued watching, going on for a couple of minutes now without movement when they finally got something. The victim began to stir, his wrists twitched in the rope binds, and head was tossing and turning, clearing dazed and disorientated. As the victim become more awake and with it, another figure flowed in. A dark silhouette covered half of the camera, body facing towards the victim. The team still watching, in complete silence, taking in as much as they can. "Finally awake are we?". The man's voice was deep and husky, but smooth, almost pleasant. The victim's head slowly lifted up as if he was trying to look at him.

But focused moved away from the Victim, the unsub was now directly looking at the camera. The team looked amongst each other before looking back. The unsub wore a black flu mask covering the lower part of his face, and a baseball cap to hide the top, only revealing his eyes. He just stared at the camera, lines grew on his face as if he was smiling. "Hello there, BAU". The smile grew. His voice sent shivers over them all, Spencer especially. For some reason the voice sounded familiar, unknown fear grew over his body. His eyes locked on the screen, as his body became tight and still. Morgan gave him a quick side glance, making sure he was okay. But something wasn't right. "I'm sure you're all wondering what is going on here? Well, care for me to explain...". He didn't say another word, instead, he walked over the victim, grabbing the top of the sack, pulling it off. Long black locks fell around his face, the unsub wisped his hair around his fingers pulling it tightly, forcing the victim to look up.

Spencer suddenly shoots out from his chair, knocking over both his chair and coffee (luckily there wasn't just left, leaving on a small dark brown mark on the table). "Spence?". It was JJ, her voice was soft and caring, she looked at him with worried eyes, just as everything else did. "Oi Spencer?". Morgan looked at the kid, reaching out his hand, grabbing his shoulder, shaking him lightly. Spencer broke out of trance state, eyes rapidly moving too and frow. His chest slowly began to slow down, and his eyes focused on the table, avoiding making connect with anyone.

"What the hell Pretty Boy?". Spencer looked up but not at Morgan, at the screen. "What the hell was that?". Morgan asked. Hotch looked him her from across the table in silence, studying the young agent. Spencer stood completely still, he was in complete shock, he could feel the fear bubble up inside him. The back of his began to sting as he held back the tears that so badly wanted to fall. He just stared, he stared at the screen as there was nothing else to look at.

"Kento".