Note: I should probably make this known that the rest of the team will show up, but it won't be until later.
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Reid's not sure how long they've been in their new location.
After taking Hotch down, the man had drugged him, slipping the needle into his neck.
They could have been here an hour. They could have been here a day.
He glances worriedly at his unit chief, sitting in a chair across from him.
Hotch still hasn't woken up.
Reid doesn't think the man kicked him hard enough to cause anything serious, but he could still have a concussion.
With nothing else to do, he tugs once more at the bonds keeping him to the chair.
The ropes around his wrists are biting deeply into his flesh.
He wiggles his fingers, in an attempt to keep the circulation going, but they feel stiff and uncoordinated.
He notices they're in a workshop of some sort. Shelves of tools, a wooden floor, the smell of sawdust.
It doesn't bode well.
Reid wonders if there's a way for him to get to the tools, use them to cut himself free, but with the lack of feeling in his hands, he really doesn't think he could manage it, even if he could find a way to get himself in the possession of one.
A moan has him looking back at Hotch.
The man is starting to stir and Reid feels a sudden surge of hope.
The tape over his lips is gone. He's free to speak.
"Hotch?" he whispers, and his throat feels too dry, likely a result of the drugs.
He tries again, licking his lips, and forcing more volume into his voice. "Hotch?"
The man groans again, eyes flickering open briefly, before shutting again. "Reid?"
"Yeah, I'm here. It's me."
"He took you too…" he whispers. "... thought it was me he wanted."
Reid tries to shrug. "Guess he wanted both of us."
For a few seconds, Hotch is still, save the steady rise and fall of his chest.
Then, slowly, he cracks his eyes open, straightening in his chair and looking at Reid.
"Do you know who he was?" Hotch asks.
Reid shakes his head regretfully. "I was hoping you would. He… he seems to want something with you."
"I know."
Hotch is bound to his chair differently, wrists secured to both arms of the chair with handcuffs. The same process has been repeated with his ankles.
Four sets of handcuffs.
That seems like serious overkill to Reid, but maybe it's not.
Not in the eyes of whoever took them.
Obviously, their abductor is taking no chances, seeing Hotch as the greater threat.
And rightfully so.
Reid's not sure he could be of any help right now.
The door behind Reid creaks open.
Hotch's eyes widen and he leans forward. "Reid, behind…"
He doesn't finish.
A hand slides over Reid's mouth, yanking his head back. A knife caresses the side of his face.
"Tell me, Agent Hotchner, do you remember my name?"
Note: Aaaaaand another cliffhanger. And no name for the unsub yet. *hides*