Hotch was kicking himself. He should have known it was a trap. He should have thought the situation through more clearly without being so concerned about relationships between team members. Then maybe he would have seen this one coming. Now, because of him, one of his agents was in danger, and he needed to save her before it was too late.

The bass of a sound system was thumping steadily. That was the first thing Allie heard and felt as she began to regain consciousness. She felt her arms and feet were bound tightly, so tightly she could barely move. The dulcet chords of a hip-hop song began to register in her brain. Allie recognized the voice of the singer, but her head was too fuzzy and clouded to know what the lyrics were even saying. As she attempted to open her eyes a shooting pain went through her head. She groaned and felt a pain along her back as well. As she rolled slightly on it she realized it was bleeding.

Her eyelids fluttered open again and she tried to take in her surroundings. Dimly, she noticed she was laying in a living room attached to a kitchen. In the kitchen two large men sat, smoking cigarettes and playing cards, speaking in low tones Allie couldn't even hear. Her badge and gun sat on the counter. Her clothes remained on, and she felt no other pain than on her back and her head, so she assumed she had not been sexually assaulted. The actions of the two men led to imply that they were just simply bored.

Allie rolled over and closed her eyes to ease the throbbing pain in her head. She tried to focus on the music as best she could. The song began to flood through her and she mouthed along with the lyrics. "Round and round, upside down; Livin my life underneath the ground…"

She became more alert when she heard noises from the kitchen. The two men seemed to have realized she was now awake and approached where she lay. "Well, well…" the shorter one said. "You know this song I take it, Agent Greenwald?" he asked.

"I think so…" Allie replied, not sure why she bothered to respond to that question. She attempted to switch her brain into the right gear. "What do you want with me?" she demanded.

"We want you out of our way," the taller one growled.

"Any why take me, but leave my partner?" Allie asked.

"What? That dumbass we left on the ground to bleed to death?" the smaller one laughed. "He was a warning. But you, your face was much too pretty to leave to waste."

Allie was disgusted, and at the same time worried for Hotch. "You just screwed yourselves," she spat back. "I know you weren't the ones to commit those murders, you're just too dumb and scared to stand up to anyone. But now, you're not only an accomplice, but responsible for the assault and kidnapping of a federal agent."

"We're not too concerned," the younger one chuckled. And with that he knocked her on the head with the butt of his gun, and once again Allie lost consciousness.

Meanwhile, the team was hard at work trying to find their abducted agent and track down the unsubs as well. Spencer was sitting in a conference room surrounded by maps, trying to get his brain to do what it was good at, what it was trained to do. His hands fidgeted nervously through his long hair, and he made at least five phone calls to Garcia for additional information. The whole time his focus faltered, his heart filled with dread.

A paramedic had arrived and bandaged up Agent Hotchner's head, but Hotch had refused further treatment, especially going to the hospital. From there Hotch, Rossi and Morgan were on the hunt, with the assistance of a swat team. JJ and Emily were out talking to wives and friends of the unsubs, getting as much information as they could.

Finally, a lead crept up. Garcia had stopped on the satellite a broken down home at the edge of town that matched an address and description given by a couple friends. JJ, Prentiss, and Reid headed out quickly to catch up to the other three and the swat team. Reid was silent in the car as Emily sped and finally squealed around a turn to the location. The team assembled outside the house. Hotch and Morgan were at the front, and Reid ran himself up to the entrance to be with them. "Reid," Morgan said, "Maybe you should move back to behind the swat team. We don't want any more agents in danger."

"No" Reid replied simply. "Now let's go."

Morgan shrugged and gave a look to Hotch, who ignored the exchange and allowed the swat team to force open the entrance before entering the house, guns blazing. They had caught the two men by surprise. They were in the middle of a meal and stood up sharply at the abrupt entrance of the agents, and thus were immediately overpowered. They barely had the opportunity to reach for their weapons and then Morgan and Reid were on top of them handcuffing them.

Hotch began searching through the house with Rossi in order to find Allie. It was when Hotch took a sharp look to his left that he noticed her limp body laying in the corner of the living room, next to the stereo. He pocketed his gun and ran right to her. Noticing the blood down her back he quickly took his coat off and tied it around her, hoping to slow down the bleeding. He then picked her up into his arms and ran out of the house, yelling for medical attention.

When Reid heard Hotch's yelling he gave the shorter man a hard punch along with a couple kicks to his stomach before running after Hotch and Allie. Once he got outside he saw her being set on a stretcher and surrounded by paramedics. "Allie! AL!" he yelled, practically tripping over his feet as he reached the ambulance. Hotch was hovering over her and Reid tried to squeeze in next to him. "Is she okay?" he demanded.

Hotch placed his hand on Allie's forehead. She groaned loudly and her eyes fluttered open, an encouraging sign. She noticed the two people next to her and gave a slight smile before again fading back into unconsciousness.

Reid had been gripping her hand tightly, and didn't want to let go as the medics began to lift her into the ambulance. Hotch began to climb into the ambulance with her. "Hotch?" Reid asked. "Let me ride with her?"

"Take care of the unsubs," he commanded. "Come to the hospital as soon as the rest is taken care of."

Reid was not convinced, and was ready to argue when Hotch interrupted him, "She'll be fine, Reid" he reassured in an exasperated voice. Reid nodded mutely in response, and watched the ambulance roll away.