Hey everyone! So I'm starting this on my birthday, because I just got home from school and have nothing to do until we go out for dinner tonight. And heads up! SPRING BREAK! All next week! So ill be updating more frequently than usual. Except, I'm going to New Orleans NEXT Friday through Tuesday, so you might not hear from me then. Well, thanks for all of the reviews and subscrips and hope you enjoy this chapter!

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Chapter 2- Nightmares

"Where's JJ?"

"I thought she was with you." Morgan said, looking around. My head started spinning.

"No, I thought she was with you!" She answered.

"Uh, Emily there's something I need to tell you. There was a blood message at the crime scene. It said that he was coming for JJ next." I said. She stared shaking her head.

"No way. Nonono this is NOT happening!" Prentiss shouted. Morgan ran over and wrapped his arms around her.

"Shhh it's okay. We'll get him Em, shhh it's okay." He kissed her forehead. She wasn't usually the lets-get-cuddly type but JJ was her best friend. Losing her would be like losing a sister. Emily buried her head in his shoulder. "Reid- take her car- I'll drive her back to the BAU. We'll meet you there." I nodded.

As I was walking over to the car- I realized that whoever took JJ- they couldn't be far away. I ran the rest of the way to the car and jumped in. Without any control over my body, I started the car and started speeding down the street. I couldn't take any chances. I loved her. I needed JJ more than anything. She was the reason I got up every morning and didn't go back to the injections. But now- nothing mattered but finding her. I smashed my hand down- wanting pain to make the feelings less harsh. My hand caught on the surprisingly sharp edge of the cup holder.

I let go of the wheel for one second- one moment that changed my want to find JJ. I reached down to hold my pretty badly cut hand all of the sudden, a loud crash sounded and everything seemed to go in slow motion. The blood dripping from my hand, the watch my mom got my for my birthday last year, and most of all, I saw my car crunch up like a stomped on can. My body flung forward and my head smacked on my steering wheel. I blacked out. I just sat there, limp, not moving, breathless. My phone started ringing on the ground between the seats. I opened my eye, just enough to see that Morgan was trying to call me. I closed my eye, and gave in to the pain.

Dream: "Hello, darling." JJ whispered in my ear and kissed me. She let go. I looked at her beautiful, perfect face. I cupped my right hand on her jaw line and stared into her intense, gorgeous eyes.

"JJ." I said. "I love you, Jennifer Jaraeu." I whispered to her. She only smiled, but I understood. Then, she started frowning.

"Spencer!" she screamed. I turned around and saw him. I knew he was the one. I also knew I was going to die, right then. Our unsub smashed a club against my skull, and everything went black. I could still hear her.

"Spencer! Get up don't leave me! Spencer help!" She screamed, right before I heard her choke on the gag he shoved in her mouth. She screamed through her teeth. More than anything I wanted to get up, run to her and kill the man who touched her.

Part 2

I woke up screaming for her. I opened my eyes and blinked. The bright white lights sunk deep into my eyes. I attempted to lift my head up- but only laid it back on the white, clean pillow behind me once I felt the pain of my post-crash headache. Hotch was by my bed, staring intensely at me.

"Reid, are you okay?" he said. It echoed through my head.

"Ow, stop yelling, I'm fine!" I said groggily.

"Reid, I wasn't yelling." He pushed a red button by my bed, and a nurse came in.

"Oh, he's awake." an old woman, in her late 60's said. "Hey honey, how ya feelin'?" she said, checking me out. "Ya definitely look mighty fine!" she chuckled. I didn't laugh. "Hmph. Tough crowd." She said. "He's fine, he can go home whenever he's ready, but take it easy." She said the last part looking at me. I looked away.

"Thank you." Hotch answered for me. He gave me a stern look.

"Sorry." I mumbled. A couple minutes later, we were driving to the BAU. We talked about JJ, mostly. When we got there I beelined for my desk, then stopped. I went to the bathroom and pulled out the dilaudid. I knew I shouldn't. I'd been clean for months, but JJ was keeping me away. I couldn't take it. I locked the door, and injected myself.

JJ POV

I tried to contain myself as I rattled around in the small trunk. I didn't know where I was, where we were going, or what was going to happen to me. I clenched my teeth together again when the rope around my wrists dug deeper. A tear silently ran down my cheek and I wiped it away with my shoulder. Come on Jennifer, stay strong. We're going to get out of here. I started thinking of a plan. He hadn't tied my feet! When he opened the trunk, I'd kick him back and get out. Then, I would run as far as I could away from him. I have a gun! I moved my arms to feel for either of my guns, but they were both gone. Damnit. I went over my plan in my head over and over again. Finally, the time came. The car came to a stop, and I heard the car door open and close. Footsteps.. then he started to open the trunk. I lifted my leg, ready to kick. He opened it the rest of the way and leaned in. I swung my leg at him, my heel hitting right below his eye. He flew backwards, not expecting my attack and fell. I pushed myself out, and ran. I lifted my head up and saw what was in front of me. Nothing. Dirt and sand stretched out for as far as I could see. I looked back and saw the man running towards me. I pushed as hard as I could to run faster. Suddenly, I collapsed onto the ground as he tackled me.

"Hah- I don't think so, missy." He said with a laugh in his voice. He grabbed my arm and yanked me from the ground, then pulled me towards a small building. I started crying. He looked down and saw me, and stopped. He turned towards me. Then, the most unthinkable thing happened. He slapped me, hard, right across the face. I cried in pain and turned my head. "Crying ain't gonna get you anywhere, Jennifer." He said as he dragged me into the house. He threw me against the wall, and wrapped something around my eyes so I couldn't see. He pushed me around, and then I felt myself flying through air. I landed hard on concrete and something in my arm cracked. I heard footsteps, and then felt someone next to my side. He tied another rope around my ankles.

"Let's see you try to kick me again." He erupted in laughter and left. I heard hit boots climbing up a ladder, and then a door slammed. I sat there, not able to move. My arm was throbbing. I wasn't a doctor, but I knew something was broken. I just lay there, and cried. I fell asleep quickly, though. Tired out from being well, kidnapped, beaten, and throw out a 7 foot door. I slept well, besides the fact that I knew I could die. That no one would find me, and that I could never, ever tell Spencer how I really felt about him.

The next morning..

I felt a cool draft come into the dark room I was trapped in, although I couldn't see anything.

"Morning, Jennifer."

"Don't call me that."

"That is your name, isn't it?" I didn't answer. "Now I suggest you be a little nicer to me if you want to eat anything today."

"I'm not hungry." I said sternly.

"You have two options. Eat whatever I give you, or, you take a beating." He laughs. "So which one will it be?" I kept my mouth shut. He climbed down the ladder. I felt him next to me. I clenched my teeth, ready for whatever pain I would get. I heard him pull out a knife, and play with the blade. "I guess you've made you're decision, haven't you?"

I felt him push the point into my thigh, near my hip. He pushed it in till I gasped in pain. "Doesn't feel too good, does it?" he said. He slid the knife down my leg and finally pulled it out right above my knee. "Hmm.. Jennifer Jaraeu, found dead in an abandoned shelter. Death caused by loss of blood? Aw, sad story. But who's going to find you? Maybe your little lover-boy, Spencer Reid. But, oh wait. Isn't he in the hospital from the car crash?" he snickered. He climbed up the ladder and left, and I sat there and held my breath, thinking bout Spencer. I screamed. I screamed until my throat hurt. I got up, despite the pain in my leg and hopped over to where the door and ladder sounds were. I felt along the wall, searched for the ladder. I went around; feeling each wall carefully time and time again but never felt a ladder. There was no way out. I was stuck in a dark, dirty room in the middle of nowhere, running my mind over the fact that Spencer could be dead.