A/N:Hey! Yes, I finally updated, and you should all thank Deanna Stevenson for poking me with a stick and getting me to update amidst a nebula of three jobs, a mess with my husband, and a full church schedule. Sorry it's so short, but I have a broken hand and I haven't slept in three days. So, enjoy, review, gripe at me for being slow and lazy...just let me know you're still out there!

Trevor felt himself being pulled into the back of the van and thrown roughly onto the floor before he saw his attacker, but when he did, it hit him harder that the succynlcholine flowing through his body. He couldn't move, he couldn't talk, couldn't even breathe, but his eyes bored into Doc's, demanding an explaination.

Doc wasted no time. The paralytic he had given Trevor also paralyzed the muscles that allowed him to breathe. He raised a bag-valve mask over the boy's face and forced two breaths into his lungs, then reached for the laryngoscope. Trevor could only watch in horror. He had seen both Teri and Doc intubate dozens of people. They were both very good at it. But he had seen it go wrong a lot of times, had seen the blade come out covered in blood, had seen people vomit and aspirate and a lot of complications. Somewhere deep inside, it occurred to him that if Doc was the one killing people he had a lot worse to worry about than an intubation gone wrong, but this was something he knew about. The future would have to wait.

It didn't hurt as bad as he expected, and Doc was the best. There was a reason this man was his sister's mentor, and just as the inability to breathe was getting unbearable, Doc secured the tube and hooked him to the portable ventilator. Then Doc looked down at his newest victim with something resembling compassion as he prepared enough of the drug to keep him paralyzed throughout the short trip. "I'm sorry, Trevor. I didn't want you guys to be part of this. But I didn't have a choice. Teri figured it out. And I couldn't just kill her. You both mean too much for me to kill one of you without it having any meaning."

You're crazy! Trevor thought. Completely off your rocker! We trusted you!

But of course, he couldn't speak.

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Hotch, Prentiss, and JJ raced through the doors of the ER, pausing only long enough to enter the security code Teri had told them about. Gideon was pacing in front of the nurses station, agitated. Morgan rushed up to him. "What happened?"

Gideon shrugged. "I have no idea! I was talking to Hotch on the phone, then I looked up and he was gone. Security found his cell phone by the back door. There was a call received from Teri's cell phone just before he disappeared."

"The unsub?" Prentiss asked.

Gideon nodded grimly. "Has to be."

Hotch closed his eyes and tried to think. Suddenly, they were the only law enforcement in town. The sheriff and deputy, the coroner and deputy, were both gone. Teri and Trevor were crucial to the investigation. How could they find them without them to help?

His thoughts were interrupted as his cell phone rang. "Hotchner."

"Hotch, it's Morgan. I've got three missed calls from you and four from Gideon. What's going on? Have you found them?"

"No, it's not good news. Trevor's gone."

"Gone! What do you mean gone?"

"He disappeared from the ER. Gideon was on the phone, and when he turned around he was gone."

Morgan swore under his breath, and Reid was instantly at alert. "How could he be abducted from the ER?!"

"Trevor?" Reid asked. Morgan nodded, and Reid winced.

Prentiss, Gideon and JJ were back at Hotch's side, so he said, "Morgan, I'm going to put you on speaker." He hit the buttons and looked around. The ER was nearly empty, but there was a young child asleep in his mother's lap in one room and a drunk vomiting in another. He nodded toward an empty trauma room and the team followed him.

"Hospital security found his cell phone. Apparently he got a call from Teri's cell phone. She must have been forced to lure him outside."

"That means she must be still alive," JJ said.

"There's something I don't understand," said Prentiss. "The unsub already had Teri and Doc. Why would he take Trevor? He's never taken three victims at once!"

The gut feeling Morgan had bee grappling with finally solidified. He had been hoping he was wrong. Really, really hoping he was wrong. But he didn't think so. "Well, I think I have an answer for that, but you aren't going to like it." He stopped, trying again to find a way to make the pieces fit to form a different picture, but they just didn't fit any other way.

"Morgan?" said Gideon. "What have you got?"

"We just spent two hours talking to Doc's brother. There's a lot we didn't know about him. I hope I'm wrong. But I don't think I am. I don't think that the unsub has three victims. Teri and Trevor are the victims. Doc is the unsub."