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The BAU team had been called into Trenton, New Jersey. An unsub had murdered 7 females over the past week. They were now all gathered in the NJ police station awaiting orders.

"Dave, you and Reid head to the crime scene. See if you can find any clues we might have missed," Hotch directed. Rossi and Reid nodded and left the precinct without another word. They walked through the station, then exited through the doors in the back of the building, heading to the black SUV that was parked outside of the premises. Rossi climbed into the drivers seat, Reid in the passenger, and they were off.

They arrived at the scene a little while later. As they climbed out of the vehicle, immediately they were greeted with the stench of carnage. The scene was a small warehouse on the outskirts of town. Around and inside the building were the dismembered body parts of the 7 victims. Butchered arms, legs, torsos, and heads littered the blood spattered ground.

Rossi sucked in a sharp breath at the sight. He couldn't help but stare at the head that lay only a few feet away. The features still recognizable through the decay. He could tell it was Mandy Bensen, the 22 year old college student who had been taken monday.

"What kind of person is capable of doing this?" Rossi asked. Slowly he turned his head toward Reid, who had been silent since they arrived.

He didn't miss the smile that played on the young man's lips.

Was he mistaking? Surly he had not seen it, a smile?

As quickly as it had appeared, Reid's expression turned hard and cold. He caught Rossi's gaze. "I don't know." Rossi saw no remorse. And if he wasn't mistaken, instead he saw delight in his agent's eyes.

Pure, utter delight.

But he had to be mistaking, right?

Rossi leaned against the brick walls with his eyes closed. He wracked his mind for any possible answer. He focused, strained his memories for something. Anything.

But still, he found nothing.

"Rossi?" Hotch's voice sounded through the darkness. Rossi opened his eyes and saw the rest of his team staring at him intently. Their eyes wide in fear, anticipation. "Do you know what he is talking about?"

It took everything inside Rossi to keep his composure as he shook his head. No he did not, and now what ever would result of him not knowing the answer, whether it be an affliction to the team or himself, it would be his fault.

"Come on Rossi, think!" Morgan urged. "We need this." Rossi turned to him, barley keeping his calm. His words were sharp, displaying the fear inside him. "I don't remember."

"What happened? The victims were the-"

"The seven females," Emily cut in. "The dismembered body parts."

"Ok. We are getting somewhere. Now what happened that was significant?" Hotch paused as he thought. "I remember sending you and Reid off to the crime scene..."

"None of us were around." JJ pointed out. "Did he do, or say anything that-" JJ didn't get a chance to finish as a loud voice reappeared on the overhead speakers. "Time!" Frantically, the team looked to Rossi urging him with their worried eyes.

Still he didn't have an answer. That's when he couldn't contain himself anymore. He felt his cheeks wetten as tears slid down his battered face, he dropped his gaze as he spoke softly, "I don't know."

The echo of the door as Ben reentered their small prison.

"I'm so sorry."

Rossi tried to focus on the job at hand, and yet he couldn't stop thinking about Reid. He saw something flash in the young agent's eyes, he had identified it as pleasure. Pure unabated pleasure.

Was he enjoying this?

And then he had seen the smile. It had been quick, replaced adequately with pursed concerned lips, but nonetheless it had been there. Reid had smiled.

"Rossi?"

He looked up surprised, turning around to find the source of the voice, "Hu?"

Reid looked at him strangely, his dark hazel eyes narrowing, "Are you alright? Did you hear what I was saying?"

Rossi shook his head, "Yeah I'm fine. What was it?" Reid's eyes lingered on Rossi's face for a while, before he finally turned away and spoke, "The victims, there bodies were all scattered in a pattern..."

Despite the fact that Rossi was aware the Reid was speaking, his mind couldn't focus on what he was saying. His thoughts returned to the lump that had formed in his chest, the questions. He couldn't figure it out, no matter how much he thought. He looked around the seen, unaware of his subordinates words, looking for any possible explanation. Why? He saw blood, death. Nothing that could possibly upturn lips. He say decay, destruction. No happiness of the sorts. An yet...

Why had Reid smiled?

"Agent Rossi do you have the answer?" Ben stood directly in front of him, eyeing him curiously. Rossi sighed, despising himself for what he said next, "No, I don't know the answer." It seemed to take Ben by surprise. But his eyes widened, and he clasps his hands together. Small movements that showed his true nature and were easy for the BAU to understand. But the question arose, What was he planning?

"Would you like a hint?" Ben asked suddenly.

Now it was Rossi's turn to be taken by surprise. He looked up at the psychopath questionably, "A hint?"

"Yes, seeing as you don't know the answer and frankly I wouldn't advise entitling it incorrect just yet. You have a choice take a hint, or get the question wrong. The decision is up to you."

"You said nothing about a hint," Emily dared, knowing she had broken rule number one. Ben merely glared at her, his eyes poison. But as quickly as that expression had appeared, his face once again became serene and vile. Untroubled.

"I ask you again Agent Rossi, would you like a hint? Answer now." Rossi looked over to his team, desperately searching for an answer. He knew that something horrible, if not lethal, would result form the hint. Something that would make him regret his choice. If not from the look in the unsub's eyes or the little ticks that leaked elation. But what other choice did he have. Looking to Hotch, he nodded; he understood what he must do.

"Yes." His stomach reeled. "I want the hint." Had he made the right decision?

Ben smiled, "I'm glad." He backed away from Rossi and again placed himself aside Reid. He took his brother into his arms, having to strain a little as Reid fought back slightly, and began to speak, "I'm surprised you didn't get this one Agent Rossi. But I guess that just further proves how much you don't care about Reid here. Never stop to take notice. Hear that brother?" Ben jerked Reid, causing him to groan. His eyes fluttered, but Reid did not wake. "Here's your clue. I hope it jogs something." Ben had turned his full attention on Rossi once again. After a few moments of intense eye contact, he gave the hint. His lips curled, his eyes flashed and Rossi immediately remembered the point in time where Reid just hadn't seemed like Reid anymore. How could he have forgotten?

"Well?" Ben questioned mockingly.

"You smiled," Rossi grumbled, barley audible.

Ben leaned in jeeringly cupping his hands around his ear, "What did you say? I didn't quite hear."

"You smiled!" Rossi yelled, unable to keep the tears that fell from his eyes, the anger that wracked his body. "You smiled when you saw the butchered body parts of the victims."

Ben mimicked the expression, sending Rossi back to the memories of that day. The memories that now plagued his mind. The memories that had come too late.

"Yes yes, yes!" Ben chanted. "It's a shame you didn't remember that on your own." Frowning, Ben shifted as he pulled something from his back pocket, something that glinted in the eerie ceiling lights. A knife. Gripping the weapon tightly in his hand, he moved toward Rossi slowly. The other team members erupted in screams of complaints, and claning of chains and metal echoed throughout the small room.

Ben pressed the knife against Rossi's neck, cutting a small gash that leaked blood. As Rossi stared in this man's eyes, he once again saw the pure evil and pleasure they possessed. His sick desire for others suffering. Leaning in, Rossi could feel the heat on his neck, the stench of rot in his breath. "I should kill you right now. How could you forget? I was playing you the entire time and yet you still failed to notice. How can you call yourself a profiler? How can you call yourself a friend, a family member to my poor little brother?" He hissed. "You don't care about him."

The sharp blade was pulled away and Ben moved toward Reid. His eye's never left Rossi's.

"What are you doing?" Garcia's small voice sounded.

"Agent Rossi got a question wrong..." Ben cooed demonically.

Oh God, Rossi thought. "No stop! I got it wrong, punish me!"

"...and asked for a hint..." Ben inched closer to his unsuspecting brother.

"Please! Stop! It's my fault!" Rossi yelled, pulling desperately against his restrains. He was begging. He had never begged before in his life. "Please!"

Ben didn't seem to be listening as he grew closer to his brother's limp body. "...didn't I say..." Reid awoke, and had began to struggle against Ben who held him tightly in his arm's. It didn't seem to matter thought, as Ben simply smiled and pushed his brother to the ground. Reid was weak, abused to the point the fight had been beaten out of him, and complied easily as Ben slid his body atop of his.

"Stop!" Morgan yelled, seeing the desperation in Reid's frightened eyes. "Please stop!"

"No!" Garcia cried, tears flooding her eyes. "Don't hurt him!"

Ben ignored them, continuing with what he had been saying, "...didn't I say..."He smiled at them diabolically as he grabbed one of Reid's hands. Spreading the fingers apart, he raised the knife above his head. "...hint's come with a cost." In one swift motion, he brought the knife down.

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