Stella Bonasera looked around the room.
"Help!" She tried to scream, but it just came out as a whisper, her voice giving out after screaming for hours.

This could barely be called a room, more like a cell. The walls were dark and grey. There was very little light in the room, just from the bare bulb hanging in the far corner of the room. Getting up, Stella leaned against the wall for support, and began to walk around the room- cell, for the millionth time. Banging against the wall, she began to sob quietly.

"Mac." She whispered. "I am so sorry. I wish I could tell you." She barely said before she fell to the floor.

Somewhere above Stella, a man picked up the phone and dialled Mac Taylor. The phone rang twice before the other end connected.
"Hello?" Mac Taylor said curtly.

"Mac Taylor, I have a message for you."
"Who is this?"
The man pressed play on a voice recorder.
"Mac!? Mac!? Don't come find me. He'll kill me if you do, and then, he'll kill all of you. Please, just let him have me." He pressed pause.
"Are you going to listen to her?" The man asked before he hung up.

Mac Taylor hung up the phone.
"EVERYONE, CONFERENCE ROOM, NOW! There's been a break." Mac hollered out of his office door before he stormed off to the tech lab to get the recording of his phone call with the man who had Stella.

The CSI and the BAU teams gathered in the conference room, talking lightly about what had got Mac in such a mood.
"It's definitely about Stella." Danny said stiffly.

"I agree." Morgan said, staring at the table, the room suddenly sombre.

"Mac! What's happened?" Lindsay said.

"I've gotten a phone call." Putting the cassette player on the table, and pressing play, Mac sat down.
"Wow. Mac, I'm sorry. But we're going after her. We'll catch him." Don Flack said, leaning against the wall. Flack knew exactly what was going on with Mac. His fiancée had recently been shot and killed in mid case.

"I had no intention of not catching this bastard." Mac said finally.

Mac was sitting in his office, with his head in his hands. How could he let this happen to Stella? He thought over and over again. Stella was probably the only woman he had really loved, other than his wife, but he thought that he loved Stella more. Stella. Stella. Get Stella back. Catch this bastard. I'm the one that he's after. .
"Hey. What'cha thinking about? Finding this asshole that kidnapped Stella?" Flack asked. He had not really wanted to come and talk to Mac, knowing that he just wanted to be alone, and that it would probably be a bad idea to come try and comfort him.
"Yeah, actually. And, that I'm the one he's trying to hurt. I'm not sure who've I've pissed off this much." Mac looked up, his eyes red, puffy and bloodshot from crying.

"Mac, we're going to catch him. Go home. Sleep. Eat the most disgusting, food that you find comforting. Watch a movie you love, and haven't watched in a while. Do something you've been meaning to. But, don't hang out here. It's not going to help Stella, or you. At least you know she's going to come back to you." Flack said, laying a hand on his shoulder. Turning around to leave the office, he heard a quiet thank you. He looked over his shoulder and smiled. "C'mon. I'll drive you to this great restaurant for food that makes you feel better when you feel like shit."

"Hey Baby Girl." Morgan said, putting his cell phone on speaker so he could work with his hands.
"Hey Sugar. What'cha got for me?" Penelope Garcia asked.
"I got a phone call for you to decipher. I only got a recording, but you can get into the mainstream and hack the lines right? Trace it for me?" JJ asked from behind Morgan.
"Of course I can Gumdrop! Who do you think I am."
"God, of course." JJ laughed as Morgan turned around, having not noticed she was there.

On the other line, they could hear Garcia typing away, like a madwoman.

"And, bingo. We have lift off! Or not. Hm, this could be slightly problematic."
"What could be slightly problematic?" Hotch asked walking into the room.
"Well, it seems that he is highly intelligent, using multiple servers all over the country. And I mean, ALL over."
"Can you narrow it down." Morgan asked.
"If you get me another phone call or two. I'll overlay the servers, see which ones match. Should narrow it down."

Hanging up the phone, Morgan looked at the team, there was very little to do. The CSI's were impacting their case, making it hard to profile. They were all about the evidence, not allowing them to create the profile, so whatever they had to go on, was thrown out by the lack of evidence to support it. Why are we here. They won't let us help them. So what now?