A/N: Hey guys, back again! Sorry for the stupidly long wait, but I was on vacation and the internet was quite awful there. However, it had also taken me many times of rereading and rewriting this chapter to get it to a place that I don't hate. Did I accomplish that? Guess you'll just have to see.

Also, within the next few chapters a lot of different things are going to take place. *cough* escaping *cough*, but you'll just have too see what. I decided not to prolong the game any further, or at least it has advanced in a different way then expected. I think you will enjoy this way better!

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Next update will bout much sooner and MUCH MORE ACTION! This chapter is setting everything on course to where I want it to be.

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Chapter Seventeen: Developments

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'At that very moment, the television turned on'

Reid's first reaction to a bright, rather scorching light was, naturally, to cover his eyes and cruel up, shrieking from the pain. He screamed as the brightness attacked his eyes, they throbbed and burned in agony.

He clutched his head as a splitting ache erupted and coursed through his temple. It was worse then the torment, worse than anything he had been put through. He wanted nothing more then for it to stop.

It seemed like an eternity before he finally dared open his eyes, could finally squint through the pain. For the first time in what seemed like a life time, his eyes were able to see. He gazed around the room ever so slowly, still unable to adjust. While this pain was worse then anything he had ever underwent, deep down, Reid found himself once again enjoying the luxury of sight.

He didn't dare gaze directly at the television, that of which would surely make him blind, but stared around the room, once again taking in his...prison.

The room had not changed since the time he had last seen it, the walls were a deep brick that shadowed the many crevices around in the bright luminous light.

Reid pressed his hands to his head, and took a deep breath. The pain had only intensified, it would not seem to lessen and yet he found himself aching to do something he knew would surly be a mistake.

With a deep, determined breath Reid opened his eyes wide and turned toward the television.

It was a quick look, the pain consumed him much faster and intense then he had anticipated and sent him crying, grasping around his eyes in nimble fingers.

Would he dare look again? The pain seemed too much to handle.

But, then again, when he had looked, he had seen that there had been something playing on the screen.

He had caught a glimpse.

But of what? He desperately wanted to know. Craved any form of an answer he could receive. Would this be his only chance?

He cringed in anticipation of the inevitable pain, and with another deep breath, looked again.

He looked away seconds later, the pain just too much! But...

It had been worth it.

He had seen something, something he hadn't seen in the longest time. Thought he would never see again.

The bullpen. The BAU team. He saw his family.

Reid hadn't moved in a long time. His body lay limp, sprawled across the floor in an unnatural, and uncomfortable position. He made no move to correct it. The quite huffs of his breath were no longer heard. His eye lids drooped over blank eyes. The blood seeping from his wounds had slowed and barley seemed to flow, yet more blood always seemed to come.

His chest seemed to have ceased moving altogether.

It would only be a little while longer until there was nothing left moving.

Morgan knew if he didn't do something now, there would be nothing left to save. He owed it to Reid to bring him out of this alive. He knew what he had to do.

Despite himself, Morgan raised his hand.

"...it would..." Ben had been speaking, saying God knows what, and had trailed off at the slight of it. His lips curled into a sneer the team had grown accustom too. "Well well, look who's finally obeying the rules. Agent Morgan what is it that you must soo badly want?"

Morgan worked to control the anger raising inside him. He contained his rage, swallowed his pride, and at this point was willing to do just about anything to save Reid. He started,"If something isn't done about Reid he's not going to make it.", but knew those words were lost on Ben by the Blank expression he retained. Morgan knew what he had to say, he knew but wasn't proud of what it had to be. He hoped Reid wouldn't hear him. Maybe he would understand?

Doubtful.

"Alright, I'll rephrase that. It we don't do something..." Morgan hated himself for what he was about to say. "Reid would have gotten off easy and you...won't have s-someone to torture anymore. If you loose him now, he'll be gone and you would have...lost. "

Ben seemed to ponder this for a moment, his brows furrowing in confusion, building understanding and anger.

Emily interjected, "Everything you have been doing all this time would be meaningless if Reid were to die a death so...simple. Easy. You don't want that, do you?"

Morgan looked over at Emily who nodded in understanding of what he was trying to say. Thank you.

"Humph" Ben grunted, amused by this statement. "'Won't have someone to torture anymore?' Yeah, that won't do." He walked over to where Reid lay and bent down. He grasped his limp brothers face in his chin and jerked his head around roughly. Reid didn't fight back, however he moaned against the abusive hand, whimpering to be left alone.

The others were relieved to know Reid was still alive.

A few moments later, after much poking and prodding, Ben pushed himself to his feet and looked around. The others watched him anxiously, wondering what his next move would be.

"Agent Morgan brings up a good point. And that little bitch Emily. If little Spencer here doesn't receive some treatment he won't make it. How sad, I know." Ben paused, seeming reluctant at his next words. "That can't happen. Little Reid has to make it to the end of this game. He wouldn't want to miss what I have planned from him, now would he? So... I have decided on what must be done."

The sleek metal revolver that he always seemed to retrieve without any notice was suddenly in his hand. Taking a second, he dusted the tip off affectionately and smiled in satisfaction a few moments later.

At what? Who knew.

"Now what I plan to do, some might say is pretty risky. But I'm willing to give it a shot. What will happen next will require complete cooperation of the two of you that I will choose." Ben made an obvious gestured toward the team. "Any one tries breaking my rules, tries to find a loop hole, tries anything...will pay for it with their lives...no, wait, not their life. How about you fucking try anything and I shoot someone in the group. The next person who I look at, breaths. Anyone. Right in the head. Understand?"

"What is it that you want us to do?" Hotch questioned. That received a sharp punch to the cheek that sent him sideways.

"Rule number one Aarron!"

"I forgot we were doing that..." JJ grumbled under her breath. Luckily Ben did not seem to hear what she had said.

Ben peered around the room at the team, his gun tapping his pail, milk-white cheeks. "Now who should it be..." His perching hazel eyes glazed over agents Morgan, JJ, and Rossi. They seemed to linger on Hotch however stopped on Emily. "You."

Emily didn't waver in the slightest.

"You find yourself with the guts to pass around your points with Agent Morgan over there. Now pay the price and participate." Ben mocked, smiling brightly. "This should be a lot of fun!"

Rossi held his tongue when he felt himself urning to tell that son of a bitch off. He pressed his teeth down hard on his tongue until the blood was flowing thickly in his mouth and he found himself more focused on the throbbing pain then his anger at Ben. It was all he wanted, what he along with everyone else was waiting for, to kill, torture the bastard.

His mind began flowing with the surreal thoughts of pulling the psychopath apart. Physically beating, torturing the man to the point where he would feel nothing but pain. An endless eternal pain. A faith he deserved.

Never before had Rossi wished a faith upon a man, yearned to kill as much as he did now, yet couldn't get the thoughts out of his felt different, didn't understand the new feelings that were welling up inside him. In away feared them. Feared himself. It was all he wanted. Kill Ben! Kill Ben! It was all he seemed to think anymore, and yet...why was he beginning to frighten himself?

He found himself question, What is becoming of David Rossi?

JJ looked over to Rossi, upon seeing his teeth clench and his fingers wrap into tight fists. His knuckled whitened and his face reddened as he struggled against something he could only see. She caught his attention, careful not to alert Ben and mouthed 'what's going on?'.

The older profiler did nothing to respond, but close his eyes and take a deep breath. A few moments later whatever battle he had been fighting was lost and Rossi became somewhat relaxed. He looked to JJ, nodded to her, and reverted his attention back to Ben.

JJ did as well, feeling her heart beating in her throat. She had seen Rossi, maybe battling nothing more then a simple panic attack, seemingly fighting for his life. For a second, she had thought she thought she had lost him. To the fear, to the burning rage that was beginning to consume him.

That had almost consumed her.

Unaware of what had just taken place, Ben continued on focused solely on Emily.

"Here is what you are to do. In exactly ten minutes I will leave this room with one of the other agents in this room. I will come back within two minutes, unlock you from your restraints, and supply you with enough medical supplies to treat my brother's wounds. You will have exactly ten minutes to fix him up to the best of your ability. I will be watching this process from my surveillance room, will be ale to hear and see all that you do. If you try anything..." Ben cocked his rifle and held the barrel against Garcia's head. She whimpered and coward against the touch. "Little Penelope dies. Do you understand?"

Emily seemed to swallow her true response to the situation and wisely replied, "Yes I understand."

Without another word, Garcia was quickly unlocked from her chains whilst Ben kept himself a safe distance away from a murderous Hotch and Morgan. He jerked her to her feet, Garcia whimpered and sobbed at the movement. Within the next few minutes, she was completely unlocked and roughly ushered up the stars and through the door.

The others watched helplessly.

"I will return in two minutes." Ben yelled. The cellar door slammed behind him.

An eerie silence enveloped the room, and then...

"Listen up, I have a plan that will get you all out of here."

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