Hello, fellow Criminal Minds addicts! I am officially 1 year older. Wow, I feel old. Okay, so chapter 3! I'm afraid the team is going to get an unwanted video chat invite which will definitely ruin the mood, but that's all I'm going to say. Enjoy! BTW- Rossi is on leave, if you're wondering. He probably won't be in this story.

Chapter 3-

Spencer's POV

I stared blankly at the white wall in front of me. It was so interesting. You could see what direction the painter was brushing while he coated the wall with the bland white paint you usually see in doctor offices or at the dentist. But there was more to it. He was tired, it was a long day. His arm was sore from holding it up, but he was perky. Maybe it was payday. Every once and a while there was a part of the wall where the paint got too thin, and he pulled it away to get more paint. It was amazing how you could get a bunch of information just by looking at something as simple as the paint on a wall.

"Spencer." Morgan shook my shoulder, scaring me for a second. I yelled and slapped his hand away. He held his hands up, as if he were surrendering.

"Morgan! I'm so sorry! I didn't know it was you!" I blurted at him.

"Reid, what's up, man?" Morgan asked me with worry in his voice. He saw my eyes. They were bloodshot. "Reid- hey, what's wrong? Are you okay?" he sat down in the black office chair next to me.

"Nothing-"

"Reid. Come on, you can tell me. What's bothering you so much? JJ? We're gonna get her ba-"

I got up. "Nothing, Morgan!" I yelled. I turned and ran out. The door slammed behind me as I ran to the elevator.

JJ's POV

I used the rest of my little strength to rip apart the hair band that was on my wrist. I tied the ends of my sweater together around my leg and let out the breath I had been holding while I wrapped my brand new sweater around my cut leg. I woke up about an hour ago. Because I was used to my schedule of waking up at 6:00, it was probably around 7. He would come in to say good morning in about half and hour. I lay back down I closed my eyes. It wasn't hard to fall asleep. Even though I had gotten a solid 8 hours, I was still tired.

A little while later I heard the knock. I didn't open my eyes. I knew what was coming.

"Good morning, Jennifer!" he sang to me. I sat up and opened my eyes. I just looked at him, waiting for him to yell at me to say it back. But this time, he didn't. "Yeah, Whatever." He said. "I should be used to that blank stare you give me every morning." He shook his head. "I have a special surprise for you this morning, "JJ"!" I shifted. He waited for me to say something.

"What." I said coldly. He smiled and left. A few seconds later, he came back in carrying a video camera and a stand. He set them up by the wall facing me.

"Okay so here's how this works. I take a video of you, and we stream it live to your friends at the BAU. Very simple."

"A video of what?" I asked, even though I knew the answer.

"You'll see." He answered. He sat a chair behind me and tied my hands together again. I didn't want my team, my friends, to see me like this. I could already see Morgan punching the wall, the tears run down Garcia's face, Emily holding her breath, Hotch well, keeping that same frown on his face and lastly, Spencer. I could see him trying to hold back the tears behind his eyes, which never failed to make all of us proud to see him being so brave. I smiled at the thought. But my smile soon went away when I remembered my kidnapper telling me that Spencer was in an accident. I shook the thought away.

"Okay, let's get started!" he said.

Garcia's POV

No search results found.

"Shoot!" I said to the computer. I was busy researching everything I could on recent kidnaps in Virginia on the BAU computer. Suddenly, a box popped up on the screen.

New video chat invitation from user0956287.

"What the-?" I tried to hack the computer identity but all I got was the state. Everything else was blocked, and even my "magic touch" as Morgan called it couldn't get the rest. Virginia? We're in Virginia though. Oh, God. JJ! I jumped up from my chair and ran to the door. "Guys! Come here! Quick!" I screamed. Prentiss knocked on Hotch's door as she ran towards my room along with the rest of the team. I looked at my computer. The box was still on the screen. Everyone rushed in, and I sat back down.

"Open it." Hotch said. I clicked the box saying "accept invitation", and a box popped up onto the screen. It was dark, and you couldn't see anything. Then, the video shook, as someone took the lens off of the camera. A man in a black ski mask came onto the screen.

"Hello BAU." He said. We heard a woman's voice shout something. He turned around and told her to be quiet. Please. He said please. Normally Emily would add a comment on his behavior, like "Sign of remorse! He said please!" but this time, no one said anything. He went on. "Jennifer's doing just fine. She's actually quite stubborn. I don't know how you can work with her with such patience." He paused. "Anyways, here she is! Oh, yeah! Know that if you want her back, you're going to have to play by my rules." He walked away from the camera, and we saw JJ. She was dirty, bloody, and smiling. It broke my heart. A tear escaped down my cheek.

"Look up, Jennifer." The man said. "Say hello to your team." She looked up at the camera.

"Hi, guys." She smiled again. Morgan's grip on the back of my chair tightened. She looked to the side where the man was standing, and her smile faded. "Guys, listen to me! Don't do what he says! I love all of you so please! Don't listen to him! He's setting up a trap!" she blurted out quickly.

"Hey! That's enough!" the man said. We saw a tear run silently down her pale cheek. We saw a hand reach for the camera, but he didn't hit any buttons. He walked towards JJ, our eyes glued to the screen. "I'm not going to make them watch me hurt you. See? I'm human too Jennifer." JJ must have seen the red light still flashing on the camera because she looked at us. She looked scared, but we knew JJ wouldn't give in without a fight. The man raised the bat above his head and brought it down on her knee. She shrieked in pain. She kicked his knee with her other leg and he fell to the ground. She stood up on one leg and hopped towards the camera. The man stood up and ran towards her, limping as he ran.

"Case 217, Hotch!" JJ whispered to the camera as she practically ran into it. That's when he realized he hadn't turned the camera off.

"Damnit!" he picked up his bat. "Encore?" He smiled to the camera and raised it one more time, bringing it down on JJ's stomach. We heard the crack of her ribs and he smiled again to the camera. "Goodbye, BAU." He said and he reached up to the camera. The screen went black.

I looked up at the rest of my team, my eyes burning from the tears running down my face. Morgan turned around and slammed his fist onto a table. Emily was hugging herself tightly, and sobbing. Hotch was blank. He turned towards the door and I heard him sniffle. Hotch wasn't the crying type, but none of us were surprised at this point. He started running towards his office. Reid just stared at the blank screen. After a minute, he out his head in his hands and cried along with the rest of us.

JJ's POV

I took another small breath. In, then slowly out. I could hardly breathe. The pain was excruciating. For once in my life, I wished I was dead. The door creaked open. He didn't bother covering my eyes or tying my feet because he knew I was dying. I knew it too. The man walked in.

"3 days. Phew." He said. "That's longer than the other. I'm just trying to think where to dump your dead body." I took in a breath to say something back but let it go as soon as I felt the sharp pain in my chest. I held back the tears that wanted to flow out.

"Please." I choked out. The tears I had been holding back came out.

"Do you have any idea what you've done to me, Jennifer? Don't you remember me at all? Come on! Look at my face! Think back." He yelled. He waited and then punched the wall. "Oh, come on! You were new to the team. You looked at the case, one of the first ones you had, and you dismissed it. You said it wasn't important enough for the BAU's precious time. It's all your fault. The son of a bitch who murdered my daughter is still out there! And you're to blame! I should just let you die." He looked away and took a breath. Then, he started to cry. If he hadn't been torturing me for the past few days, I might have felt bad.

"Let me help you." I managed.

"Help? I think you've done enough!" he yelled.

"Please." I said. He looked at me. I must have hit a nerve. "What was her name?" I coughed. He looked at me. He didn't say anything for minutes.

"Hannah." He cried out. He shook his head.

"I can help. Just let me." I said. He looked at me.

"Can you? Or are you just trying to get out of here." He said.

"I really want to help. I promise." I said and he shook his head.

"No you don't. No, no, no! You just want out! You want me to just let you get away! And what will you do? Come back and put me in jail. You and your stupid team."

"I want to help you! I've seen so many people loose loved ones, and never get anything back. You deserve the reassurance. Please, let me help you. We'll catch the person who did this to Hannah."

"I'm not going to the BAU. I'm not going anywhere with you!"

"We won't! Promise! Just help me, let me get better and I'll help you. We can stay here. Just please." I begged.

"You're lying. NO!" He screamed and ran out. He slammed the door behind him.

I laid back down. I felt the pain flood back into my mind. I needed help. I was dying. Not to mention, I hadn't showered in 3 days. I closed my eyes. I couldn't fall asleep, so I thought about my team at the BAU. I wished I could see them 1 more time before I died. But other than all of the sad things, I was.. somehow happy. I wanted to die. I wanted the pain to go away. I opened my eyes. I didn't want to think about death anymore. Just sleep. It wasn't hard to fall asleep. I closed my eyes, and took in the breath I thought would be my last.