Disclaimer: I own a few of the carachters, but none of the BAU. I just use them for my own personal, perverted pleasure..!

They had all recognized it instantly. There was no mistaking. No one else would ever wear such a god-awful shirt and not feel bothered by it. It was Reid's. And it was covered in blood.

The sheriff walked up to the BAU, who were still staring blankly at the bloody piece of cloth on the ground in front of them. "We also found these." He handed agent Hotchner two plastic evidence bags, marked and ready to be delivered to the crime lab. One contained Reid's FBI identification. The other bag held his gun, still holstered.

Hotch felt his insides twisting as he reluctantly took the bags from the sheriff's hand. This was his fault. The credentials in the bag were spotted with blood. Probably Reid's blood. He cursed himself for not taking the young doctor's absence seriously, but how could he have known? He looked at sheriff Walters. "Did you find... Anything else?"

Walters shook his head. "A man walking his dog spotted a plastic bag on the grass. When he picked it up, the badge fell out and he saw the blood, called us immediately." He nodded towards the bloodied shirt on the ground. "This was all that was in the bag. No body yet."

"Yet?" Once again, Morgan's voice went into high pitch as he felt the rage bubble up inside his chest. "There won't be a body, because Reid's not dead!" He was furious at the entire situation, but mostly he was furious with Hotch. If he hadn't been so rigid, this wouldn't have happened. They could have found him before anything happened at all. Morgan felt like punching his boss in the face, but repressed the urges to lash out against his superior.

"Morgan's right, there is still a good chance that Reid is alive." JJ had wiped the tears from her eyes and shaped up somewhat. "The fact that clothes and identification was discarded away from the actual victim usually means that the UnSub has not yet executed his plans. He wants to distract attention from the original place of crime."

"Well, I don't know about that..." Sheriff Walters cut in. "This guy doesn't leave half measures."

JJ turned around and swiftly walked away. Morgan turned to the clueless sheriff. "What the hell is your problem?" He turned around and sprinted to catch up with JJ.

"What did I say?" The sheriff shrugged.

Hotch glared at sheriff Walters. "Are you an idiot or do you just look like one?" He motioned his team to follow him back to the vehicles. "I want the photos and the test results on my table the moment they come in!" he called back to the officer.

They were suddenly nearly knocked over by a junior officer making his way through the marching group. "Sir! Sheriff Walters! We have another body!"

Hotch spun around. "A student?"

The officer shook his head. "I don't know. We just had it called in on the radio. It's over at the garbage dump. A real mess too."

Without as much as a mutual glance, the entire BAU started to race over to the SUV's, setting their course at the city dump. The shrieking of the tires made several officers wince in pain.

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Reid closed his eyes. The pain was close to unbearable. Blinking hurt. Breathing hurt. Even the heartbeats in his chest seemed to hurt. Not to mention the horribly uncomfortable position he had been placed in. There were sharp pieces of gravel digging into his naked chest. He tried once more to lift his head, but failed miserably. The lightning white pain shooting through his temples was too much to handle, and he let his sore forehead hit the ground.

His left arm had gone numb a long time ago. Whatever had been used to tie his wrists together behind his back was not made of a smooth material, and sharply dug into his skin. He had previously tried to tear loose, but only to discover that he had been tied down to some kind of fixed object, and he was not strong enough to move it.

He lay on his left side, knees slightly bent, with his feet tied together. His arms were useless, so were his legs and his head. And everything hurt. He had already figured out that he was in the basement, most likely in the same house as he entered moments before he was knocked unconscious. She must have dragged me down here by my feet, he thought strenuously. My head is mashed. There was blood on the floor beneath him.

She is the UnSub. I knew it was a woman! Too much didn't make sense. In the middle of feeling good about himself, he once again realized his predicament. But why is she keeping me here? What is she going to do? All of a sudden, fear came over him. This girl was no more than 16 years old, but she was surely certifiably insane. There was nothing she wouldn't do, and Reid had a gnawing feeling that he hadn't seen the last of her insanity.

He had woken up here about an hour earlier, alone. He could hear voices from upstairs, and another girl crying. The duct tape over his mouth prevented him from calling out for help, and his restraints were too tight to break. The only thing that made this situation at all bearable was the fact that the single light bulb in the ceiling was spreading light in the cramped cellar. It could not be more than 40 square feet down there. Without the light Doctor Spencer Reid may very well have wet himself from fear at this point.

But still, he was calmed by the though that his team knew his route for the day. They knew he was going here, and it was only a matter of time before they showed up. Maybe he could make noise to raise attention when they arrived. He'd hear them, the house had paper walls. He just hoped that that was a two-way deal.

The temperature in the basement was rapidly dropping. Night must be falling. Reid tried to huddle up to keep some body heat, but once again failed due to the intense pain in his head. There was no way he could move. Shivers ran down his spine. Where is my shirt..?

Suddenly he heard the front door open and close. Steps. Basement door opening. The slow, steady steps on the rickety staircase made him shudder. Even the steps sounded mentally deranged. Painfully slowly, they came closer and closer, until they stopped at the base of the stairs.

"Hello."

A/N: Hopefully everyone is pleased that Reid is alive, but I can't guarantee that it stays that way. Penny is quite insane. R&R my pretties!! I love the R&R's!