A/N: Once again a quick update... It was a little hard to write though, so tell me what you think!

Reviewer Responses:

Tiffany: I feel very flattered… Hope you like this!

OliviaElliotfan4ever: If you liked the last chapter – read this… I promise I won't hurt them too much…

Mabelreid: This fluffiness will be the last for some time, so enjoy… I won't answer that just yet, sorry. Hey, your Reid? He's definitely mine…

Not wanting to let her go completely Reid only used one hand to reach for his cell to call Gideon. Once he had told him the shocked older agent quickly said:

"But you're both okay?"

"Yes, we are, a little shaken, but okay."

"Good. Now I want you to get back now and you'll stay here, that should be safe. We cannot risk him try to kill you again…"

Knowing there was no way of changing Gideon's mind Reid just agreed and hung up.

Patiently he explained JJ that he would stay at the FBI. Neither of them liked to spend the night apart, but to Reid's safety they had to. They shared a passionate kiss and a silent promise for more as soon as he could be back.

"Call me when you get there, please!"

"I will, baby."

Unwillingly they let go and left the house getting into separate cars. JJ went back to her apartment where she hadn't been in quite some time, because she had spent all her free time at Spencer's. More and more of her things had found their way over there and when she entered her apartment it felt strange, it didn't feel like home at all. She knew the reason for it: for her home was at Spencer's now – with him. Never before had she been able to comprehend you could be home with someone, only the young genius had taught her that. It really was as if a part of her was missing when he wasn't with her, as if she wasn't complete without him. And she knew he felt the same.

The killer had calmed down enough to think straight again. In the meantime he regretted his futile attempt of shooting Spencer. It hadn't been planed well enough and it had been because of his rage that he'd wanted to see him dead. Now he once again had the patience to tell him what he had done wrong and how he could fix it. For that though he needed him to listen, to listen well. There was just one way to make him to that, he had only one weakness… That blonde girl… If he took her, Spencer would listen…

JJ grabbed a book and started to read waiting for her boyfriend to call. A few minutes later her doorbell rang. She expected no one, so she looked through the peephole seeing a door-to-door salesman. Sighing she opened wanting to make him go away quickly. The man on the other side grinned… That trick always worked! Making sure no one was there he drew a gun, pointing it at her. JJ immediately backed up, her mind firing questions at her. Who was that? What did he want from her? Why her?

"Hello Jennifer."

"Who are you? What do you want?"

"For now – you. Get going!"

With that he motioned towards the street. Damned, what should she do? She wasn't close enough to fight him or try anything else, but should she just go with him? It seemed she had no choice… at least for now. Certainly she would wait for a better opportunity to fight him and try to escape… Why her though? What did he want? Without a struggle she handed over her cell, walked in front of the guy and got into the trunk of the car like he wanted her to. 10 minutes later the car stopped in front of a house. She was led into a room in the cellar where he tied her wrists and ankles. Then the man left her alone with her thoughts.

Reid was soon back at the FBI. Gideon awaited him and led him into a room where he could stay over the night. On their way they discussed the possibility that the shooter was also the murderer. Both agreed it was highly probable.

Once left alone Reid called JJ. He was irritated when a male voice answered.

"Spence, finally we get to talk…"

"Who are you? Where is JJ?"

His voice seemed strangely familiar.

"Oh, I have her. Don't worry, she's fine… yet."

Fear gripped Reid's heart, like a hand squeezing it tightly. Was it true? The scientific part of his mind told him he had no proof to believe what the man had said. On the other part: He had no proof to tell him otherwise.

"Let me talk to her! I want to be sure she is all right."

He forced himself to speak calmly, to not let show that he was almost freaking out. His JJ abducted! By whom? Why? Where was she? Was she okay? Could he have prevented it? His mind fired these questions at him, but of course he had no way of knowing.

The answer was given in a mocking tone:

"If you insist…"

For a short while there was a silence, then the agent heard a loud slap and a scream. He did not doubt it had come from JJ.

"Satisfied, Spencer?"

Reid forced himself to stay quiet – the only things he could have said would have been insults… But he swore to JJ that this guy would pay for what he had done to her…

"Now, if you want her back, get your ass over here. Broadway 101. You got 20 minutes. And come alone – or the bitch's dead."

With that the call was over.