Hotch woke with a start, instinctively reaching for his head only to find that his arms were tied behind his back – probably with wire giving the way it was slowly slicing into his skin. He rolled onto his back trying to get a look at his surroundings, when he became aware of the gently humming of what sounded like a car engine. It was then that he realised he was most likely in the boot of a car, giving the noise of the engine and the way he could just about roll over in the tiny space.

Now that he knew where he was he needed to think of a way of getting out of there, and to do that he needed to profile the person that had taken him. But who had taken him? That was the question that had Hotch stumped, because in all honesty he didn't have a clue. True he'd made a few enemies over the past few years, but that was to be expected considering what he does for a living. However, none of these people would have the guts to kidnap an FBI Agent, no matter how big a grudge they held. He tried to think harder, which was really difficult giving the fact that his head felt like it was about to explode, when he felt the car slow to a halt. He heard the car door open and the sound of footsteps approaching. His stomach tightened as the boot was opened, and before he even had time to react the kidnapper ragged him out and threw him onto the concrete.

He gasped as his back made contact with the hard ground, knocking the air right out of his lungs. The wire that was binding his hands dug deeper into his skin and he could feel the blood as it began trickling down his arms. He looked to his right and saw the kidnapper's silhouette against the light reflecting off the moon. "Who are you?" He asked, surprising himself at how calm he'd managed to keep his voice.

"You don't even remember your old friend? Oh I'm so deeply hurt." Replied the kidnapper in a very sinister voice, a voice that Hotch recognized but couldn't quite place. He racked his brain trying to remember, he'd definitely heard it somewhere before, and then it hit him.

"Oh my god it can't be," whispered Hotch.

"So you do remember me then? I'm so happy. I thought we were going to have to do introductions and everything but no you remembered!" Exclaimed the kidnapper enthusiastically. He then crouched next to Hotch so that there faces where just inches apart.

This was the first time Hotch had seen his face and his fears were immediately confirmed when he instantly recognized the man crouching before him.

"Reid."

"The one and only boss man!"

Authors Message: Hey guys, sorry it took so long to write but you know how it is, some people are slow writers and some people are super quick. Please review because the more reviews I get the quicker the next chapter will be up…X