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"What the hell is wrong?" Calloway demanded of the dark haired man who was manning the surveillance room.

"I don't know… He'd been talking in his sleep for half an hour now."

"What's he been saying?'

"I can't make most of it out. I know some of the names he was saying. They were mostly his team and someone named Tobias."

"Tobias Henkel. He's the man that kidnapped him a couple of years ago. I read the case file. He was beaten, tortured and drugged by this man." Calloway said.

"And you didn't think to tell us about it." Ramirez complained.

"I didn't think I had to. You're supposed to be familiar with everything about him. I told you all to read his case files and learn everything!" Calloway was shouting.

"Who has time for all of that extra reading? We've been swamped with work!"

Calloway rounded on Ramirez, "Nothing is more important than making Dr. Reid one of us."

"I don't like the idea of kidnapping him. We should have just asked Agent Hotchner -"

"Don't mention that name to me!"

"Calloway…"

"You stay out of this Stark. We agreed to take this step and it's done. If one of us goes down for this, we all go down. Is that understood?"

The others nodded, but Ramirez still looked unsure. Calloway turned back to the tech that was watching Dr. Reid. "What else has he been doing?'

"Just looking around the room, trying to find a way out."

Calloway laughed, "He'll have a tough time find a way out of that room. Is everything ready?" He abruptly changed the subject.

"Yes… everything is set up. She won't be able to make a move, or a key stroke, without my knowing about it."

"Good… Stark you've got the first watch. Take him something to eat and keep an eye on him."

Stark left the room with its banks of computers and television monitors. The others followed Calloway out of the room and down the long, concrete block hallway to the elevators.

"Go home and go about your lives like you always do. It won't do for us to give anyone reason to suspect that we know anything about Dr. Reid's disappearance.

"Speaking of that… What are we going to do when he doesn't show up in Florida?" Ramirez asked as they boarded the elevator car.

"Don't worry I have it covered."

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Reid sat on the bed looking down at his trembling hands. The nightmare had left him feeling shaky and jumpy. It was worst dream he'd had in weeks. In fact, Tobias hadn't made an appearance in his dreams for months. Why now? Why this feeling of utter hopelessness?

Abruptly his shaky feelings turned to anger. He leapt off the bed and began to pace up and down. His thoughts whirled and jumped through his head like a gymnast executing a particularly difficult floor exercise.

His mother's face appeared in the middle of all the anger that was building in his gut. He could hear her telling him about how she'd gone off her meds when she was pregnant with him. How she'd lived every day in terror, but she'd made it through.

Hadn't those ten months been like a kind of prison for her? And yet, she'd survived and given him life. What would she say if he just lay down and refused to fight for his life and freedom? She'd give him a piece of her mind, just as she had to Dr. Norman when he'd asked him if he could stay with him. She'd been scary, and even now, he wasn't sure if she'd been kidding or not. If not, then he'd better get his act together and throw off the despair that had tried to suck him under its power.

The members of his team made their own appearances in his head while he paced the room. He could only imagine what Hotch, or Morgan, or Garcia would say. Emily wouldn't be pleased and JJ would kick his butt in gear too. It was time to end the self pity and think.

The profilers were just another variety of un-sub. He was sure that there were more then Stark and Calloway behind this little set up. The question was who did he try to manipulate first? He needed more data and that meant more time spent with both men. Who would be the one to bring him his meal? He hoped it was Calloway.

He made another turn around the room and this time took a closer look at his surroundings. He felt like he was being watched, had felt like this since the moment he'd first woken in the room. He didn't blame Calloway. He was right to watch his prisoner. Reid looked up from under his eyebrows and thought about the covert surveillance classes he'd took when he'd joined the BAU and the refresher courses he'd taken once a year. He looked up at the corners of the room and finally noticed the small pin-hole cameras in the crown molding. You'd never see them unless you knew what to look for, but they were there.

So, someone was watching him, and perhaps listening. He went to the bathroom and shut the door. A quick inspection of the room made him believe that Stark and his cohorts didn't have a camera in here to invade his privacy. He could use that to his advantage, but he didn't know how. His phone was missing when he'd searched his bag, so there was no way to call. He wasn't sure that he was above ground or in a place that had cell towers. He could be anywhere in the United States or any anywhere else for that matter.

Think…

He started to say it out loud and then shut his mouth. Then he opened it again, he might as well figure out if they could hear, or see him, in this room.

"I'm not going to cooperate so you might as well let me out of here." He said in a perfectly normal tone of voice.

He waited and nothing happened for five long minutes that he counted off on his watch. He looked up at the ceiling and screwed stuck out his tongue at the ceiling. Five more minutes passed and nothing happened. Either, they couldn't see him, or the cameras were only meant for the living room. He decided it was the latter rather than the former, which was good because he needed to relieve his distended bladder.

By the time he exited the bathroom a small plan was forming in his head. It probably wouldn't work immediately, but he had to get out of here and it was his best option for now.

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When Stark opened the door half an hour later, Reid was calmly reading "Gulliver's Fugitives," the third book he'd begun since coming out of the bathroom. It was one of those books you could find written about the television series "Stark Trek: The Next Generation." He was just at the part where Captain Picard was about to have his memory erased.

"Dr. Reid… How are you?"

Stark had his Glock in one hand and a tray of food in the other. He put the tray down on the coffee table and smiled the same smile that had fooled Reid in the bullpen.

"Did you know that I can read twenty thousand words per minute?"

The smile faltered a bit on Starks face, and then he rallied. "Yeah… everyone in the BAU knows of your talents."

Reid held up the book he was reading. "Did you know that there are over one thousand books in print and on-line written for Star Trek? The average person, reading all day every day, would need at least two years to get through all of them. I could do it in about six months. Of course, I've already read everything there is on-line and about a third of the books in print, so that's takes about six weeks off my estimate. I'm halfway through his book and will finish it in about five minutes. That book case over there has all the books from my library and I see you provided me with a few more. How long to you think they'll keep me occupied? What am I going to do to keep myself occupied when the books are all read? I have an eidetic memory you know. Re-reading the books wouldn't be very exciting at this point. I could get very bored and make a nuisance of myself."

Stark had listened to this explanation without comment. "You're not here to sit and do nothing. Calloway and my team have a use for you."

"Really, is it the Zodiac again," Reid said sarcastically.

"No… Calloway will give you your assignment all in good time."

"Hotch will be looking for me soon." Reid switched tactics.

Stark laughed, and it made Reid's blood run cold. "I don't think he will. You see, you're going to make sure that he doesn't or your father will suffer the consequences."

Cold pushed up Reid's spine, but he looked Stark right in the eye. "I don't care what you do to my dad. I parted ways with him quite awhile ago."

"That's not what Calloway learned. You had a reunion with dear old dad just a few weeks ago. I heard you patched things up."

"You heard wrong… He's an irresponsible coward. I'm only sorry I didn't get the chance to lock him up."

The smile had turned into a frozen mask on Stark's face. "Well… we'll just see about that. In the meantime I have orders to take you to a secure phone where you're going to make a series of phone calls that will convince everyone that you have a terrible emergency."

"Why would I do that?'

"Because even if you don't care about your dad, you do care about your mom, and your team, and little baby Henry, and then there's that beautiful girl in Atlanta. You wouldn't want anything to happen to her, would you?"

Reid leapt to his feet. "You won't touch any of them."

"Take it easy man." Stark brought the gun up and pointed it straight at Reid. The young man had no chance to try any of the moves he'd been practicing with Morgan. "Eat your dinner and then we'll deal with your phone calls.

He pushed Reid back on the couch and backed out the door. "Get used to it Dr. Reid. You're here to stay.