"Where am I?" asked Cara. "Please let me go!"

"The equinox is almost upon us and you will be free," said a man.

Cara moved away from the man's hand as he brushed it over her hair. She closed her eyes tight as she listened to the foot steps get farther away. She heard the door close and she slumped against the wall.

"What is he going to do to us?" asked a voice.

"I don't know," said Cara.

She did know, she just wasn't telling them. She closed her eyes and leaned back. In three days he would start the sacrifices, saving her for last. She let out a sigh. She hoped the BAU had been called on the disappearances. But since there were no bodies that she knew of, it was a long shot.

"What do we have?" asked Rossi.

"Twelve women have been abducted in the past month and a half. None have resurfaced anywhere," said Hotch.

"All twelve were of different ages, races, religious backgrounds," said Agent Seaver. "What's the significance?"

"Darling, I need you to write a letter," said the man. "Your FBI friend is worried about you."

"No," said Cara. "I wont write anything."

"Com now. Let him know you're okay."

The man laid a stationary kit in front of her and a pen. He lifted a gun and pointed it at her.

"Write what I tell you," he said.

"Just got another letter," said JJ. "But it's for Reid."

"What?" said Morgan.

"Cainesburg PD, Care of Spencer Reid," said JJ.

Reid took the letter and read it. His brows furrowed as he read it again. He grabbed a marker and a clear plastic sheet and placed it over the letter.

"What is t Reid?" asked Hotch.

"The letter was written by Cara," he said. "But it's not her words"

"What?" asked Morgan.

" 'Dearest Morgan, I am fine. I welcome my end at the end of the equinox. I will be free of this life. Don't worry about me. I will rule all when I am free. ~Cara' I've seen letter's she's written, nothing like this. There are hesitation spaces between sentences. Someone told her what to write," said Reid.

"But what's with the marker?" asked Derek.

"At different points in the letter she pressed harder on the paper, making letters or words darker," said Reid. "It looks like 'Morgan,' 'I am,' 'at,' 'the,' 'o,' 'l,' 'd,' 'm,' 'ill'"

"Morgan, I am at the o-l-d, old, m-ill, mill," said Seaver.

"There is an abandoned saw mill about 30 miles from here," said a detective.