Disclaimer: I don't own Criminal Minds. I don't have any connection to Saudi Arabia. The names of the Saudi Arabians are fictional. I don't want any of them coming to kidnap me. :)

January, 2008

"Hi, this is Agent Jennifer Jareau with the Behavioral Analysis Unit of the FBI. I received your file this morning and would like to discuss it with you in more detail. Please call me back." With that said, JJ left her phone number and put the phone back in the receiver.

She sighed, and brushed a strand of loose blonde hair back behind her ear. She stared down at the file with pursed lips, looking over the gruesome crime scene photos. Teenage girls in Providence were going missing, and turning up days later, bodies mutilated. JJ saw pictures like these every day, but it never got easier for her. The moment they caught one serial killer, it seemed like 10 more sprang up in his place. The team had been going constantly for at least six months. They had just returned two days before from Portland. JJ felt bad presenting them with another case so soon, but every day they waited meant another girl was going to be a victim.

JJ sighed again, and pushed her chair back from her desk. She would present to the team in a couple hours. She had to wait for the return phone call first. Right now she needed coffee, and lots of it. She grabbed her coat off the hook and put in on as she walked out into the bullpen. She passed Prentiss and Morgan bent over their respective desks, both busily writing up their reports from the last case. Reid was at his desk, just staring off into space, no doubt pondering (and figuring out) one of the great mysteries of the world.

"Coffee, anyone?" JJ asked as she walked past her coworkers.

Morgan mumbled, "No, thanks," without looking up.

Emily looked up at JJ and smiled, "You know, that sounds great." She looked down at her paperwork for a second and then added, "In fact, I'll come with you. I need to stretch my legs a bit anyway."

Emily shuffled her papers together and grabbed her coat.

Reid, who suddenly realized he was asked a question, said, "Hey, did you know that a lightning bolt generates temperatures five times hotter than those found on the sun's surface? And….and…"

"Cool," JJ interrupted. "But do you want coffee?"

"Oh," Reid said, with a dumbfounded look on his face. "Sure, uh….the….uh, quadruple shot thingy, with the foam and that nutty flavor stuff, the big kind…." Reid got exasperated easy trying to describe something simple like coffee. He looked at JJ and finally said, "Oh, you know which one it is."

JJ nodded with a smirk. She knew exactly which one it was. And she knew what they would have to put up with from him in the hours after he drank it, too.

Emily had her coat on and was ready to go. As they started walking away from Reid, they heard him talking loudly to them. "And did you know that if we could harness that lightning bolt and use…."

"Let's get out of here quick!" Emily whispered, leaning in to JJ's ear.

JJ nodded and they both picked up the pace a little until Reid was no longer in hearing range. They both knew they didn't need to stop by Garcia's office to ask her if she wanted coffee. The answer would be yes, and they knew exactly what she wanted. Without even discussing it, the two agents knew they would be going to the coffee shop a block away from their building. Their office building had several coffee carts, but everyone preferred the coffee shop's smooth blend and extra foam. The two walked congenially out of the building and down the street, even catching a laugh or two at the expense of poor Dr. Reid.

Across the street, a small greasy man sat in his car, watching the two women as they walked down the street. He was a procurer of fine goods from America. Carl was his name, human trafficking was his game. His Middle Eastern clients put in orders for what they wanted, and he found them the perfect item. But this particular item had been giving him a lot of trouble. Every time he had been in town to get her, he had been unable to locate her. He believed she traveled a lot for her job. He knew she was an FBI agent, which made snatching her even more of a challenge. And she was rarely alone.

If this didn't work today, he was going to have to hire help and stage a home invasion. Even though she was a small woman, she was still going to be a lot for him to handle. Kids were just so much easier. They were smaller, for one thing. Easier to fling around. Easier to hide. Easier to transport. But his client had his heart set on this particular woman. After each unsuccessful attempt to find and nab this FBI gal, he had taken a different similar looking blonde and had her presented to His Royal Highness. But the prince was not to be fooled. In anger, all three of those women had been executed. Now this procurer was afraid he was on the prince's black list, and that was not a place you wanted to be. It didn't take long for those people to end up floating face down in the river, or dumped out of a helicopter into the desert. No, he had to get her. Today. His life and his livelihood depended on it.

JJ and Emily chatted while they waited for their coffees. JJ broke the news to Emily that they would probably be going to Providence later that day. Emily was not surprised. But two nights at home in her own bed had been so nice. With their coffees in hand, and the extra two in a carrier, they made their way out of the shop.

Halfway back to their building, JJ suddenly slowed, "Oh, you know what? I keep forgetting to bring in this file from my car. That's what you get when you take the work home with you."

"Oh, okay," said Emily. "Do you want me to come with you to get it? I don't mind."

"No, that's okay," JJ replied. "You go on ahead and take these coffees up to Spencer and Pen while they are still hot. I'll be up there in just a minute."

JJ handed the extra two coffees to Emily, and with a little nod, the two parted ways. JJ's car was just a block over behind the building, in the parking garage. JJ walked quickly, anxious to get in the shelter of the garage as the wind was biting and cold and she was not wearing her scarf. She sipped her coffee as she went, glad for the warmth in her stomach. She reached her car and fumbled for her keys. Which pocket had she put them in? She did not see someone approaching her from behind. Just as she sensed someone was near, too near, an arm reached around her neck. She panicked as a strong smelling cloth was placed over her nose and mouth. She felt herself drop her coffee, felt the splash of warm liquid on her legs and feet, felt her legs sagging, her eyelids closing, strong arms dragging her away from her car, away from her building, away from her life…and then, nothing.

Carl could hardly believe his luck when he saw the two women leave the coffee shop and then split up. He knew by the direction the blonde had turned that she was probably going to the parking garage. And he knew just where her car was. Already staked it out. He drove around the garage until he spotted her. He found an empty spot and parked his car. He looked at his watch and saw that it was nearly 10am. He couldn't have asked for a better time for a snatch in a parking garage. Everyone was already inside for work and it was too early for those leaving on lunch breaks. Plus the cold weather was a deterrent. The garage was empty except for him and her. He had crept up behind her, but she probably wouldn't have seen him even if he had walked right up to her. She was lost in her own little world. The grab went off without a hitch, and before he knew it he had her loaded into the trunk. He searched her body and found her cell phone and weapon. He gave her phone a good throw out of the garage, and he put her gun in his pocket. He would get rid of that later. She had a small wallet on her, too. He took out the cash and then dumped the wallet behind the car next to him. He then got out a syringe and a small vial, and after drawing up a dose of the substance, gave her the injection in her arm. That on top of the chloroform would keep her out for about 14 hours. Long enough for her to get far, far from here. He looked at her face, a flicker of emotion going through him. But no, he couldn't think of her as a person. He couldn't think of what he was taking her away from, and worse, what he was taking her to. He was getting good money for her. She was the job. She was only the job.

He drove to airport, where he had the appropriate clearance. Because of the "special" relationship between the U.S. government and Saudi Arabia, Saudi princes and their entourage were allowed to circumvent customs and immigration. This is how all the U.S children were shipped out of the country, no passport needed. Carl just waved a permit at the security gate and he was able to drive directly onto the tarmac to a waiting private jet. Prince Fassad's nephew was on hand to greet him. He held a picture of Agent Jennifer Jareau up next to the face of the sleeping blonde. Satisfied that they had indeed got it right this time, he waved his arm and several men stepped forward to help get the blonde out of the trunk. They would take it from here. Carl was paid handsomely for his capture, a half million dollars. This was a big fish, and he had caught it. The prince was out of the country at the moment, but they would take her to him. Carl waited in his car, staring into his bag of money, as the jet took off. The prize would be in Saudi Arabia before anyone even knew she was missing.