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Author's Note: Hello! Okay so here's chapter 5. It took me awhile, so I hope you like it. Updates coming asap!

JJ's POV

The smoke alarm started beeping loudly. I smelled 3 things- 1: smoke, from whatever Brian was trying to cook today. 2: The aroma of burnt French toast. And 3: the musty, dirty, hopeless smell of being stuck in the dark, cold, not to mention nasty basement of my kidnapper's house. I rolled my eyes. And laid back. 3..2..1..and then, and single knock. No words.. then two knocks.

"Yes?" I answered, and the door creaked open.

"Good, you're up!" Brian said. "Great." He awkwardly stood there for a second, holding the plate, looking at me. "Okay, so I made breakfast." He said, finally.

"Okay." I said. He slowly walked over and sat the plate down. Do you want a drink?" I nodded, and he walked out of the room. I looked down. 2 small pieces of brown crispy French toast were sitting on a plate, smothered with butter and syrup. Brian walked back in with a glass of orange juice. I smiled faintly.

"Thank you." I said, as he nodded. He sat down next to me, but stayed quiet. I kept eating. For awhile we just sat there in silence, him probably plotting something and me wondering why he was in such a good mood today.

Suddenly, he leaned over. His forehead touched mine, then his nose, and then, I felt his lips. On mine. Probably a feeling worse than getting a shattered knee.

Reid's POV

I walked into the bullpen. Prentiss, as usual was sitting at her desk staring at more papers. I smiled to myself. Hotch was in his office with his hand on his head looking down onto another document from the case. He glanced over and saw me walking to my desk. I waved and Hotch lowered an eyebrow, confused. After a couple of seconds, he raised his hand to acknowledge me. I continued on to my desk and sat down. I flicked the computer's monitor on and read my email. Nothing good. I really had nothing to do. Hotch ordered me to lay off the case today to relax from the stress for a bit. I plucked a "Happy Birthday!" pen out of my pencil cup. I wasn't going to break down, I said to myself as I looked at the pen JJ gave me for my birthday this year. I smiled at it. I pulled out a sheet of paper from my drawer and set it on the table. I glanced up at Morgan, who nodded at me. I picked up the pen and started to write. Dear Mom,

JJ's POV

I jumped back.

"What are you doing?" I screeched.

"JJ, I didn't mean to hurt you!" he shouted at me.

"You can't just…- why would you do that?" I yelled. A look of hurt spread onto his face. "Brian-" I started but he ran out before I could say much more. What the heck? I thought.

Suddenly, I heard a crash and a muffled scream. I swear I heard someone scream JJ just before everything went silent. No sounds- not even breaths filled the empty house. I waited a couple minutes, and then stood up. I limped over to the door and set my ear against it. Nothing, then footsteps. They got closer and closer until they stopped outside the door. I snuck over to the wall next to the door, just in time because someone kicked the door open. It hit the wall right next to me and swung back to the doorway.

"I know you're in here." A man said, teasing me. I held my breath and flattened myself against the wall. The man opened the door and looked around the room, but didn't see me anywhere. He turned around and walked out. I stayed against the way. A few minutes later, I heard a truck start. I listened to the motor get farther and farther away, and finally stepped away from the wall.

I pulled the door open and looked out. I didn't know what to expect, but I was ready for almost anything. Everything was so calm. I stepped out into the hall. The strange thing was, it was beautiful. I was in a small cabin house, and there were huge windows revealing the deep woods outside. The moon was shining in, carving through the darkness showing the room's shadows and exposing the shapes of furniture. Still silent, I walked through the next small room. I looked around, alert and armed for the worst. Nothing to be seen, still. I leaned against the wall and peaked around the corner. As I walked over to the kitchen counter, I saw something that would be burned into my mind for as long as I would live.

"Brian?" I asked. No respond. "Brian!" I tried again, and ran over. I kneeled down next to him and checked for a pulse. I saw the deep slices in his neck and the rest of his body. In his stomach, a large butcher knife. He still had a pulse, and he was breathing. Slowly but surely. "Hold on, Brian!" I urged. His eyes opened slowly and he opened his mouth slightly.

"I'm so sorry." He whispered. "You never deserved what I've done to you." A tear rolled down his cheek.

"No, I know. Please, I'm fine now. You've helped me. Don't let go, okay? Stay with me." I said. He blinked slowly.

"Jennifer, if- when you find Hannah, please, tell her I love her." He said. With that, he closed his eyes, one last time. His chest rose up one more time, and silently fell back down.

"I will." I whispered. I laid his head down and sat there. What was I supposed to do? I was alone, stuck, and now, I had no one.

Reid's POV

I sighed. For the fourth time today, I was checking my email. I right-clicked on the next message. Another stupid forward from Garcia. I shook my head and smiled to myself. I clicked on the last message in my inbox. USER-0956287. I scrolled down to reveal the message.

Dearest Spencer Reid.

Here's a riddle for you- Sort out your stars, Hero. Lupus might be the hardest to find.

I read through it ten more times. I didn't get it. The words didn't fit together. I leaned back for a different angle. It meant something, but I just couldn't figure it out. I ran to Hotch, thinking it was the best I could do.

"Hotch! I just got an email; it has a riddle in it. I think it's about JJ." I said. He got up and walked quickly over to my desk. Everyone saw the concern on his face and followed.

"Someone get Garcia." He ordered. Prentiss ran down the hall towards her office as Hotch read through the email.

"Lupus? That could mean anything." I breathed and counted to ten.

Garcia and Prentiss joined the group. "Garcia, can you follow this name?" Hotch asked. She sat down in my chair and started typing. She sighed and shook her head after 5 minutes.

"No way. He's blocked his address. There's no way to follow his link." I heard the group sigh as she said this.

Prentiss stared intently at the screen. "Wait a second." She said. "In college I took a course on astronomy. Lupus- that's a constellation. It translates to wolf." She said.

"So he's talking about constellations. He sees wolf? Or a wolf? And why did he call me hero?" I said.

"Hold on," Hotch said. "The word hero is capitalized. Could that mean something?"

"It could.." I said. "Look through the night sky.." I mumbled to myself. "I'm going to do some research on astronomy and constellations." I said. Hotch shook his head, and the team rushed off to contemplate what they just saw.

I clicked onto the internet and Googled constellations. I clicked on the first page that popped up. Once it was done loading, I examined the page. It had the names of constellations and their meanings. I scrolled through, looking for key words from the email. The first thing I saw was Lupus. Prentiss was right, it does mean wolf, or the wolf. I scrolled to the top of the page. In the web site's search box I typed in Hero, and 1 result came up.

Hero, was the meaning to a constellation named Perseus.

"Perseus." I said to myself. I searched Perseus in the search engine, and got over 1,000 hits. "Crap."

Morgan walked over. "Whatcha got kid?" he asked.

"Perseus." I answered.

"Perseus. That's a bar downtown." He said.

"Do you know anything about it?"

"I've gone there a couple times with my friends, but I haven't been there in over a year." He said.

"Well, it looks like we're going to have a boys night out, Morgan." I said, and he laughed.

"Sounds like a deal, kid."

Morgan and I readied ourselves and headed out to the SUV.

"Do you think she's okay?" I choked out.

He waited. I saw that worry wrinkle between his eyebrow dent in. "Of course she's okay. JJ's one of the strongest people I know."

I took in what he said. He was right, JJ was strong. And now it was my turn. We pulled into the parking lot of a beat up old bar.

"This is definitely it." Morgan said. We got out and walked to the front door. As soon as we got out of the car, we could smell cigarettes, beer, and sweat.

"Why did you come here again?" I teased Morgan. He smiled and shook his head at me.

"Boys night. You'll understand when you're older." He teased back.

"Hey, man. I'm 23!"

"You're also a genius who's spent the last 23 years of his life studying his ass off."

"Okay, okay! You win." Morgan threw his head back and laughed.

"Get used to it, kid." We walked up to the crowded bar and waited for a barmaid to come along.

"What can I get you boys tonight?" Morgan flashed his credentials and she raised her eyebrows. "Look, I know someone got put in the hospital, but the fight wasn't that bad!" She panicked.

"This isn't about a fight." Morgan said. "We're just looking for someone."

"Oh. Well, let me try to help you with that." She sighed in relief.

"Were looking for someone who's most likely male, and might call himself the Wolf. He might come here but hasn't been around recently." Morgan explained.

"The Wolf? Never heard of it. I'm sorry." She said. Morgan nodded and handed her a card.

"If you see anything or hear anything, call us." He nodded. She took the card and shoved it into her pocket.

"Wait!" Someone shouted at us. Morgan and I turned around. A dark haired, tall man stood there looking at us. "I couldn't help but overhear you." He said.

"Do you know something?" Morgan asked.

"A man- I don't know his name. He calls himself the Wolf. He used to come here every night but then- I don't know, the past few months he hasn't been coming. He would walk in, buy a drink, then head into the back room."

"Do you know anyone who might know him?" I asked.

"The owner, maybe. Other than that, he never really talked to anyone else." He answered back.

"Do you know where the owner is?" we asked. He shook his head.

"He always goes on a fishing trip every year around this time. Florida, I think. He'll be back next week, though."

"Did you ever see the Wolf's face, could you remember it?" Morgan asked.

"No, he always wore a hood around his face."

"Thanks. Anymore info, call us." Morgan said as he handed him a card. Morgan and I started to walk back out to the SUV when my phone started ringing. It was Prentiss.

"Hello?"

"Reid. We just got called by the Florida Police Department. A man was brutally killed an hour ago."

"So why do they need us?"

"The killer left a note, for us."