A/n hey there everyone, here is the next chapter. I want to thank everyone that has reviewed or added this to their alerts and favorites. Thanks for putting up with my need to make a little fun of all the authors, including myself, that have beaten, tortured, kidnapped and whumped on Reid in fan fiction. It's all in good fun.

Disclaimer: Well, I still don't own them only my plot and original characters.

Kidnapped again!

"It's not a joke Reid."

Reid looked his boss right in the eye and saw that the man was not kidding. Oh boy… this wasn't good at all!

"I know you're not very happy about this, but it's for the best." Hotch said, as though revealing that the FBI placing micro chips in their employees was nothing to get excited about.

Reid threw off the bed clothes and moved to get out of bed. He grabbed the dark blue, terry cloth robe that was flung over the wooden chair standing in one corner of the room. He pulled it on over the pajamas he wore. He picked up his slippers and stalked out of the room without saying a word to his boss.

"Reid…"

The young agent went into the large kitchen area and straight for the coffee pot, which was empty. He grabbed it and set to work making a fresh pot.

"Reid… I know you're really mad, but you have to understand we were at the end of our rope. I've lost track of how many times you've been in danger. I don't want you on a slab. "

Reid slammed the large, berry red ceramic cup he'd just taken out of the cabinet, on the cream colored tile counter top. His back was to Hotch and Hotch watched him pull up from a slump to his full height. He turned and Hotch nearly took a step back at the fury on the young man's face.

"You drug me; put a chip in my body to track my movement against my will, even though you know that my mother is a paranoid schizophrenic and that I'm terrified of ending up like her. You didn't think of that, did you? It's not my fault that people want to kidnap and torture me. I don't wear a sign around my neck that says, "Hey I'm a federal agent, why not kidnap me and distract my team for awhile," that would be funny now, wouldn't it?"

"Reid… I'm not proud of how this happened, but you know that if we asked you -"

"I would have told you all to go to hell."

Reid went to the refrigerator and took some coffee creamer out of the door slot. He took it back to the countertop where his cup was sitting, looking very lonely on the ruthlessly neat surface.

"Yes… you would have. I couldn't take that chance. I don't want to tell your mother that you were killed by some psychopath while doing your job. If that means that I have to cross the line then I will."

Reid turned to the coffee pot without looking at Hotch. He poured his liquid addiction into the mug, and added the creamer and lots of sugar to the coffee. He was stirring it when he looked at Hotch. His eyes were as cold as Hotch had ever seen them.

"You were contemplating taking me out of the field, weren't you?"

"Yes…" There was no use lying now.

"This is the only way for me to stay on the team, isn't it?"

"Yes," Hotch admitted.

"Fine… I don't like it, but you're right. I can't seem to take care of myself, so I guess this is the best thing."

"I am sorry Reid… but this is for your own good."

"Yeah… I get that. Look no offense boss, but can you please just leave me alone."

Hotch left without another word to Reid. He finished his coffee and looked at the clock. It looked like an entire day had passed since Morgan had drugged him.

He went to the bathroom and stripped down completely trying to use the bathroom mirror to see where the incision was, but he couldn't find it. They must have injected it under the skin. He yanked his robe back on and went to the living room, and sat down in front of his computer. He logged onto the net and began to research GPS tracking systems and microchips. If there were any research to prove that GPS chips were small enough to inject into the skin, he was going to find it and then find someone to take it out.

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Three weeks passed without incident and Reid had nearly forgotten about the chip. They'd been out of town twice for cases and he really missed his girlfriend Patti. She was the only long term relationship he'd had outside of his pathetic dysfunctional family.

He finished dressing for the day in a pair of charcoal grey cords, a white shirt and a black sweater vest with red and white horizontal stripes running across the middle. He wore a matching tie and black shoes. His messenger bag was on the chair next to the desk in the hotel room.

They were in Chicago on a case and had hit a dead end. There were three women missing, and it was Reid's opinion that the man who'd taken them was some kind of collector, keeping them in some abandoned building, or some other place. They couldn't get a fix on the location though, and had taken a break that night to get some sleep.

There was a knock on his door. "Room service," He went to the door and saw a man with black hair, and dark eyes wearing the maroon colored uniform of the hotel staff with a black string tie, and name plate.

"I didn't order room service," He said.

"I don't know what to tell you sir. The order said room five thirty two and that's your room." The man said.

Reid was starting to feel that something wasn't right about this guy. Then again he could just be paranoid.

"What's your name? I'll call down to the kitchen and find out what the mistake is." Reid hollered through the door.

The man didn't answer. Reid looked out the peephole, but the guy was gone. Well… he guessed the guy made a mistake after all. He picked up his bag and went into the empty hallway. The door locked automatically behind him and he headed down the hall to the elevator.

He was just passing the door to the stairs, when the same man at his door a minute ago stepped out with a very large gun in his hand. Reid didn't have time to react even though he'd been watching for the guy. Why didn't he have his gun out? Why did he assume it had been all a mistake? It was the oldest trick in the book and he fell for it.

"Come with me Dr. Reid and don't make any noise." The man said in a high feminine voice.

Reid went with him down the stairs to the parking garage and into an old grey Dodge truck. The man made him drive. He held the gun on him all the way to an abandoned warehouse. Well that was original. He was glad it was summer and warm.

The man made him park the truck and get out. He held the gun on him and they went into the large building, and across the concrete floor to what looked like an old office. It was dusty, with an old wooden desk in the corner. The man forced him into a chair and tied him up.

"Now… were going to make a little deal with your superior for a trade." The man told him.

Reid watched the man call Hotch, and there was a loud argument that went on and then the man slammed the phone down on the desk.

"You're boss doesn't seem to care about you very much."

Reid ignored this, "Where are the women?" He asked.

"They're not here, if that's what you think." The man said.

"Oh… I think they are. You wouldn't leave them somewhere unguarded. You're in this by yourself aren't you?"

"Shut up you little pup!" The man hit him hard in the face but Reid didn't flinch.

"You're done… my team should be here in about twenty-nine minutes." Reid said.

"Right… and just how do you think they'll find you that fast?"

"Because I have a small microchip implanted in my body with a GPS tracker on it."

The man backhanded him. "Don't be stupid, there's no such thing!"

The man left the office in a huff and about thirty-one minutes later Morgan was crashing into the office and untying his bonds.

"Don't say it!" Reid warned him.

They found the women in the basement of the warehouse, tied up and beaten. They were taken to the local hospital and reunited with their families there. The kidnapper was killed in the raid on the warehouse.

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Two month passed and Reid was kidnapped several times. The first two happened by surprise and with the help of the tracker and Garcia; they were able to find him within hours of the kidnapping and save lives. Reid was beginning to feel that the tracker was the best thing that ever happened to him. JJ, with the approval of Hotch, would give his name out in press conferences when they got stumped on a case and couldn't solve it by conventional means. They would say that he was the agent that was on the verge of solving the case, and more often than not, someone would grab him.

The team arrived back at Quantico from a case in New York. They'd caught a serial rapist that had graduated to murder. Reid was about to leave the bullpen when Morgan slapped him on the back.

"We're going for a drink man. You want to come with us?"

"No… I have plans."

"You don't have plans." Morgan said as if he knew what he was talking about.

Reid removed Morgan's hand from his shoulder. "Yes… I do."

He grabbed his bag, and left the bullpen and Morgan behind gaping at him in surprise. "What's up with Reid?" Emily asked.

"I don't know, but let's go get that drink."

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Reid pulled into the driveway of Patti's home. She'd been waiting for him to cook for her that evening. Something home cooked sounded great to him after eating out for four days.

He loved the little house Patti lived in. It was a small home, built from red brick and bordered with all kinds of colorful flowers. Patti loved to work in the garden when she wasn't on shift at the nursing home. She was a kind and gentle woman with a wonderful sense of humor. He thought the nursing profession had been invented just for her.

He jogged up to the door and rang the bell. While he waited for her to come to the door, he thought about the last few weeks and how tired they all were. It was the Friday night, but who knew if the team would have the whole weekend off, or if they'd be called in on a case.

The door opened in front of him and a small, dark haired woman jumped into his arms. She was just less than five feet tall, and loved it when he wrapped her up in his arms. She said he was made for her, that they fit together like puzzle pieces.

When she finally released his lips so he could breath again he said. "I guess you missed me!"

"You think," she pulled him into the entryway to the living room and shut the door behind him. "I haven't seen you for four days and you ask me if I miss you."

She had a death grip on his right hand. "I'm never letting go of you again."

"I kind of need that hand to cook," He informed her.

"Cute Dr. Reid, what if I said I'm not hungry." She winked at him.

"Then I would say you're lying because I know you better than that."

She let go of his hand and pouted. "Come on Spencer, it's been days since we've seen each other."

"And you're repeating yourself. Did you know that one of the signs of low blood sugar is repeating yourself."

"Yes… I did!" He only stood there looking at her. She huffed and took off for the kitchen. "Fine then, get cooking, and make it snappy. I want to jump your bones Dr. Reid."

"See… this is why I love you, you're as subtle as a Mac truck." He followed her into the kitchen. "Now... Let's get cooking. You can help me with the salad!"