Hey guys! Sorry for not updating in forever.. Hope you liked chapter 5. So here's chapter 6. PLEASE- REVIEW! I love seeing what you guys think! It helps me, too! Enjoy and thanks again!

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Chapter 6

"The killer left a note, for us."

Reid's POV

Morgan and I jumped into the SUV for the what, 5th time today? We raced towards the crime scene location that Prentiss gave us. A note? Maybe it was another riddle. Whatever it was, it would bring me one step closer to finding JJ.

We pulled to the side of the curb on a street I don't think I've ever been on.

"Where the heck are we?" I asked. Morgan laughed and shook his head.

"I have no idea, kid." He answered. I laughed and unbuckled. We got out and walked over to where Hotch was standing, his hand on his head. "What's up?" Morgan asked.

"Read the note, then tell me." He said. We walked over to where a dead body of a young man's body lay. As we got closer, Morgan and I could see the paper's corner sticking out of the man's mouth. I could tell he saw it too because of how his jaw slacked before he picked it up and took a breath.

I grabbed some gloves and put them on, kneeling down next to the body. "Say ah!" I said as I pushed open his jaw. I pulled the note out of his mouth and opened it up. She's next, was written in ink in the center of the paper. She's next? My gut said one name- JJ.

JJ's POV

"Damnit!" I yelled. The alcohol burned in my wound. I grabbed a paper towel and tried to stop the bleeding again. I put the ice on the deep stab from the knife and took a deep breath. "Here we go" I said as I took the ice of and grabbed the needle. I pushed the point into my leg and pulled through to the other side. I held back my tears and finished sewing up my wound. I wrapped a bandage around my leg and stood up. "Good as new, right JJ?" I reassured myself.

I could do anything in this house- alone. The thing was, I had no idea what to do. I looked around stupidly like a kid in a candy store- lot's of things to do and see, but no idea where to start. My only starting point was the ever so loud grumbling of my stomach. "Well, I guess eating is number 1 on the list." I told myself, starting towards the fridge. It felt weird- eating from my dead kidnapper's fridge. But what was I supposed to do? Go outside and hunt for wild berries. Maybe I could make some spears and go fishing too. First thing I saw- milk. I set it on the counter and moved onto the cabinets. After searching through for a good 2 minutes, I found a box a Cocoa Crispies- my childhood favorite. Something that would feel like home. I made myself a bowl and set it on the counter. But right then, something caught my eye. I grabbed the remote and turned on the small kitchen television. I typed in channel 7, our local news channel, the one the bureau always used for our main news channel. What happed that second, made my day a bazillion times better.

What popped up on the television? My very own Spencer Reid, telling the world of my disappearance.

"We are still currently searching for Agent Jareau, but we know every hint takes us closer to finding her. We're not giving up." He said. A silent tear rolled down my cheek. My heart told me everything was going to be okay. I smiled. For the first time in months, I really smiled.

Reid's POV

"Where are you going next, as a team?" the dark-haired reporter asked.

"Well, we'll probably head back to the office and determine the unsub's next move. Hopefully, we can find out who is doing this and where he's going to be. That way we can stop what he's doing and bring Agent Jareau back to safety." I responded. Hotch started walking towards me and I turned away from the press.

"Garcia found something." Hotch said and handed me the phone.

"Hey." I said. She greeted me back and continued on.

"The i.d. of the victim you just saw is Darren O'Keif. He co-owns that bar, Perseus. He's 47 years old and has a criminal record. Not a good one, too. Rape, murder, kidnapped, grand theft auto. You name it, he's probably done it."

"Well, I guess our next step is to go back to the bar."

"Good luck, babycakes." Garcia answered, and hung up. Morgan and I jumped back into the car and started down the road towards the bar.

We got out and entered the bar just to see dead bodies scattered across the floor.

"Holy shit." Morgan said as I whipped out my phone, calling 911 first, then Hotch.

I hung up and Morgan and I made our way through the bodies across the floor to the door that led to the back room. On it, a sign that read:

To my friends at the BAU. It's almost time. By the time you read this, JJ's life will be in my hands, and you will all be sitting around, wishing you tried harder. How does guilt feel? I don't know. I've never actually felt it. And I never will, even after shedding Jennifer's precious blood across the floor. Best wishes, James Laredo aka: The Wolf

I punched the wall repeatedly, pushing every bit of strength into each punch. I stopped as Morgan was shaking me, and looked down at the blood streaked across my hands.

Ending note: Hey guys. Sorry for the shortness. I'm making a summer change. New chapters are going to be shorter, but Ill update more oftenly. Sorry! And please- REVIEW! It makes my day when I check my email in the morning. So please, don't hold back. And p.s.- I'm starting a new fanfic soon for House- check it out! Thanks!