Stupid plot bunnies! They just won't stop!

Reid didn't remember being jumped on. All he remembered was waking up and tied to a chair.

His breathing instantly got heavier. No...not again...no...tears were in his eyes. He wasn't sure if he could handle another kidnapping. he really struggled after Tobias. It nearly destroyed him.

He heard laughter in the distance.

"Good! You're awake!" The voice sounded cheerful.

"Please," he whispered. "Please..."

"Please what?" The man leaned in. The man was normal enough looking, blond haired, regular height..but his eyes...there was something sinister about his eyes.

"Don't tell me you want you to leave so soon! Not after I took the time to bring you to my place! I'm not used to having visitors here." The man pretended to blush and looked down, as if shy. "I hope you don't think my place is ugly. I cleaned it up real good for you."

Reid licked his lips nervously.

"No, your place is fine...it's really nice.." His voice faultered.

"Really? That means a lot!"

"I just...I have to go home now..." Reid begged. "I...really need to go."

"But we're just starting to have fun!" The man sounded dissapointed as he flickered a blade in front of Reid's face. "Let's call your friends and tell them what's happening. We don't want them feeling left out, now do we?"

"I'm sure they won't mind," Reid managed to say.

"I think you're wrong," the man said and picked the phone. "You're friends are at the briefing room now, yes?"

"How did you..."

"Know? I always do research on my toys before I get them." The man laughed, like that should have been obvious. Reid shuddered. Toy? Was he really just a toy to this deranged person?

The man pressed a number and Reid stiffened.

Hotch answered his cell. The others lowered their voices. They were still wondering where Reid was. This wasn't like him.

"Agent Hotchner."

"Hotchner I'd like to be put on speaker."

Hotchner frowned.

"Who is this?"

"I'm the perseon that has your little team member...Spencer is that it? Oh sorry, Dr. Spencer Reid."

Hotch froze.

"What." He said it as a statement, not a question.

"Put me on speaker phone."

Quietly Hotch obeyed.

"You're on speaker," his voice was soft, steady but the others could tell something was wrong. They stopped talking.

"I'll repeat myself for the others since they didn't hear the first time." The caller's voice was smooth, cold. "I have your precious team member, Dr. Spencer Reid."

JJ gave a soft gasp.

"What do you want?" Hotch asked darkly, trying to keep his composure. Rossi and Morgan looked at each other.

"What I WANT is to play some games first."

"Games?" That caught Hotch off guard.

"Yes games! With my new toy, his name is Spencer. I haven't had a chance to break him in yet."

Hotch felt sick. Morgan's knuckles tightened.

"Here's what I'm going to do. I'm going to give you clues on where to find him. During that time I get to play little games with him. If you can't figure out the clues in time the next clues will get harder and he will be punished for your failure. Oh and you have 72 hours to find him before the clues stop coming. Does that sound like fun?"

"You sick sonofabitch!"Morgan started to say.

"Careful now, I have your friend. Now your first clue well arrive to you in the mail shortly. Each clue will arrive within an hour, through different ways. You'll know they are a clue instantly."

Hotch's blood was boiling.

The man laughed.

"Let the games begin," he hissed before hanging up leaving them in silent shock over what was happening.

Morgan closed his eyes angrily.

Damn it, why did it always have to be Reid?