A/N: In this chapter, one of the main carachters goes a little bit off his standard carachter, but I just had to put it in there..! Beta read and bunny-enhanced by the Gublerific editor frog!

Sunday

Saturday had been a lazy day for the rest of the team. No one had done anything special, just relaxing in their own ways. But come Sunday, the women of the BAU had decided to meet up for a day at a spa in Lorton. Quantico being a very small community and almost solely consisting of people working at and around the FBI and its academy, Garcia, JJ and Emily had to go by car to a nearby town which actually had a day spa. The Unique-U Day Spa welcomed them with open arms as they arrived. The valet took care of their car as the three women happily entered the spa for a day of total pampering. They were all very anxious to see what the spa could offer them. Almost skipping through the hallway up to the reception, the three women could not stop laughing and babbling about how wonderful it was going to be to be taken care of for an entire day.

"Oh!" Garcia called as she picked up a menu from the desk. "They have a chocolate body scrub! Emily, that's perfect for you!"

"Only if I can eat it." Emily laughed and looked over Garcia's shoulder to examine the menu further. "Hot stone therapy? I don't know what that is, but I want it!"

JJ snagged the menu from Garcia's greedy fingers, placing it back on the counter so that they could all read it without breaking each other's necks. "DiamondSkin Microdermabrasion…What in the world is that?"

"I don't know, but it sounds really expensive." JJ was still trying to figure out where the hot stones were supposed to be applied, and exactly how hot they were.

"Never mind that, girls, we're here to enjoy ourselves!" Garcia looked up from the menu and patted at small bell next to her on the counter. A receptionist showed up, looking like the picture of health herself, wearing a huge smile with pearly white teeth. Before the girl could even greet them, Garcia spoke up in her usual, eccentric voice. "Yes, hi, hello! We are three very overworked, much worn out and very exasperated women with too much money in our wallets, and we are in dire need of being pampered! What can you recommend us?"

The receptionist seemed a bit caught off guard, but kept her healthy smile. "Of course, ladies! We'll take good care of you. For overworked and tired women like yourselves I can recommend the invigorating Aromatherapy For Mind and Body-package, it's 3½ hours of pure relaxation, including a facial, a massage, hair treatment, shampoo and styling. It's very popular among working women."

"I'll have that! Oh, and if you have a full body massage with a guy named Sven, Erik or Magnus – I'll have two of those!" Garcia put her palms together in excitement as the receptionist laughed slightly.

"Our masseur's name is Michael, I hope that's okay?"

Garcia pouted. "Fine, I'll just have one then."

"Very good. I'll call Michael in here and he will take you to your session." The perky receptionist pressed a buzzer on her desk. "He'll be right out." She turned to Emily and JJ who were still examining the menu, but giggling at Garcia's little conversation. "What can I set you girls up with?"

"Um..." Emily hesitated. "Yeah, I'll take the Chocolate Craving-package, and throw in a manicure and a pedicure on top of that. Oh, and an aromatherapy hair treatment."

JJ looked at her older colleague. "Wow, you are really spending today."

"I go to a spa once every five years; I want to be able to enjoy it. How often do we have an entire weekend off from the grime, crime and slime? Might as well come back in the best shape I can be!" She smiled at her blonde co-worker and handed her the menu. "Now you choose. Spoil yourself."

JJ eyed the menu for a moment, and then looked up with a smile. "I'll have the Sensory Journey-package, with the protein hair treatment and an extra Deep Tissue and Hot Stone Massage. And I want a haircut."

"That's right girl, go crazy!" Garcia jabbed the air. "We see enough crazy people on a daily basis, it's our turn now!"

A door opened at the end of the hallway, and a tall, gorgeous, black man stepped out, wearing a white simple outfit, resembling a judo-suit. Garcia's jaw fell to the floor. "Oh, god... Please let that be Michael."

The man walked up to the women with a wide smile on his lips. "Hello, I'm Michael. Now, which one of you lovely ladies ordered the Aromatherapy for Mind and Body-package?"

Garcia was in too much awe to be able to answer, so Emily gently pushed her towards Michael. "Here she is! Michael – Penelope. Penelope – Michael." She couldn't stop smiling, as Garcia was completely awestruck by the beautiful man.

Garcia's hand hung limply in that of Michael's as he tried to shake it. "Well then, Penelope. Why don't we get started? There is a room down the hall where you can slip into something more comfortable before I start my work on you. Nice to meet you, ladies!" He bowed slightly at Emily and JJ before leading Garcia down the hallway.

Garcia turned around after a few steps, a big grin on her lips. "To hell with Sven! Don't wait up, girls!" And with that she followed her masseur down to her place of relaxation and pleasure.

JJ shook her head. "You think he's gonna make her forget about Morgan?"

"Not a chance. He didn't call her 'sweet thang'!" The women laughed as they sat down on a couch in wait for their treatments to begin.

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Reid had finally stopped shaking. During the time from when he had snarled at the camera until this moment, the lights had come on and off in irregular cycles, causing him to become more and more disoriented, and less and less aware of time. He had drifted in and out of sleep during the darkened periods, mostly because he was too scared to be awake. The young doctor was under tremendous stress in his confinement. At the moment the lights were on, but he had no idea how long it would last. He was not able to calculate the intervals as they were all too irregular. Thankfully, during the time the lights had been on, the motion detectors had not been switched on, and that made it possible for the young man to sit down and rest for a bit longer.

Reid's shirt was soaked with sweat. Beginning to worry about becoming dehydrated, he considered the big bottles of water by the wall. It had been hours, possibly an entire day, since the young doctor had anything to eat or drink, and the hunger and thirst were getting to him, badly.

The reason that he hadn't ingested anything during his time in the cell was simple. The young agent had simply been too scared to move away from the wall. Not knowing when the darkness would hit, he dared not take any chances. But at this point, he was becoming desperate. He dragged himself off the floor, and went over to the bottles. It's not very likely that the water is tainted, as the UnSub wants to keep me here fore some time.

With shaking hands, Reid began unscrewing the cap of one of the bottles. It came loose with a crackling sound, and he put it down on the floor. Carefully placing the glass a few feet away, he began tipping the very heavy plastic bottle to fill it. Water spilled every which way as the young doctor tried to hit the glass, and after a few tries he managed to have a sensibly full glass on the floor in front of him. Not too much water had been wasted, but after setting the bottle back in place, he grabbed the towel and dried up the fluid lingering on the floor. He proceeded to wipe his sweaty face with the now damp towel, trying to regain some form of personal hygiene.

As the young man picked up the glass, his fingers trembled in anticipation. His mouth had never been this dry, and his lips were beginning to crack. Placing the rim to his lips, he greedily gulped down every drop of divine, clear liquid. The feeling of water in his mouth was sensational. Reid wanted more, but realized that he had to ration the water to make it last. I'll have another glass after the next period of darkness. Please, let me have the light for just a little bit longer.

He realized only now how hungry he was. As he sat on the floor beside the water, he leaned back and grabbed the small amount of food that had been given to him. The crackers were salty and the apple was sour, but it tasted wonderful. Such a small portion of food had never tasted better, and he hungrily scarfed it down

Hopefully whoever's in charge here will let me have some more food soon, he thought. The young doctor felt confident that he could function on the smidge of nutrition he had put into his system for at least a day – however long that was in this dark, confined cell.

Thankfully, Reid had not yet felt the need to use the filthy toilet, but he had a feeling that it would be only a question of time before that would occur, especially after eating and drinking. His digestive system would kick in at any time, and his stomach was going to protest against the food that hit it at a moment's notice.

And Reid was right. Not five minutes later, he was sitting on the floor clutching his stomach. The apple and crackers had not been well greeted by his system as his rapid eating had caused a severe stomach ache. Repressing the urge to use the disgusting porcelain object glaring at him in the corner, he leaned against the wall trying to calm his body down. He tried to slow his breathing to keep from having yet another panic attack. The young doctor had already had a number of them during the opaque periods in his cell. His chest was still tense from the last one, and he wasn't sure he could live through another one.

I can't. I can't. I can't. Oh, god, my chest…Please, not another one.

The young, panting man rested his forehead on his knees, trying to disconnect himself from the situation he was in. Closing his eyes, he focused on the positive outcome of this.

He would be stronger.

He would be wiser.

He would be more aware.

And he would never drink again. Ever.

Just as Reid had made himself that promise, the lights went out. Startled, he jerked his head up, mouth gaping – and the lights came back on. He closed his eyes. Not again...

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"When are the guys gonna show up?" Emily took a sip of her beer while taking a seat on an incredibly uncomfortable plastic chair.

JJ picked up the heavy, black bowling ball from the rack, placing her fingers in its large holes. It was a man's bowling ball, but the young blonde had been playing this game since a child, and could very well handle a heavy ball. "Morgan said they were just gonna pick up Gideon and they'd be here in ten." Aiming the ball at the pins, she took the shot and scored a beautiful strike. Emily applauded and cheered her on. "They should be here any minute."

"Hey hey, girls, look who I found!" Garcia came hopping down to the lanes holding a huge tray of nachos and a pitcher of beer. Following her was the remaining male crew of the BAU, looking somewhat exasparated. Apperently, bowling was not the way Hotch, Gideon and Morgan wanted to spend their Sunday. But since they had promised the girls to show up, they were not ready to go back on their promise.

Morgan, dressed plainly in a black t-shirt and jeans, picked up a bowling ball and held it in his hands. "Well, ladies! Which butt should I whip first?"

Garcia quickly put the tray down on the nearby table, and placed the pitcher beside it. Waving her hand in the air, a big grin came over her face. "Oh, me! Pick me, pick me! I've been dying to get a good spanking!"

The team laughed as Morgan let his arm rest over the shoulders of Garcia. "Well then, little lady – let's satisfy your needs and get you rocking!"

Blushing sweetly, Garcia shoved her hand in Morgan's back pocked. "Lead the way, my knight!" The two went to grab their bowling balls to begin the game.

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"I don't believe it!" Morgan punched the air in anger. He had not gotten a single spare the entire night, and definetly no strike. Muttering, he walked back from the lane after watching his second gutter ball disappear behind the pins. "I'm having an off night."

"No, sweetie – you suck." Garcia placed a hand on his shoulder in comfort, but could not conceal her smile and repressed giggle.

The sound of ten pins being knocked over interrupted Morgan's hissy fit. Turning around, they saw Hotch returning from his lane after completing a 'turkey', three strikes in a row. Something was different with their superior as he raised his hand to recieve a high five from JJ. He was smiling. And a huge smile at that. Having unbuttoned the sleeves of his shirt and folding them up to his elbows, he actually looked strangely relaxed. Like a normal person, not the drill sergeant they were used to see in the office.

Hotch turned to Morgan and Garcia, still smiling. "Hey Morgan! How's it going over there?"

Morgan growled as his ball returned to the rack. "I've been better."

The superior walked over to his younger colleague, placing his hand on his free shoulder. "It's nothing more than basic physics, Morgan." There was a slight slur in his voice. "Just calculate the force of the throw against the angle of your arm, and always..." He began to giggle. "Always bend your knees!" He broke out laughing as he turned to Gideon and began some form of physics discussion. Gideon looked less than amused by this.

Morgan shook his head in disbelief. "No more beer for that man!" he called to his female co-workers.

"Speaking of rambling nonsense about physics, have you heard anything from our little genius and his lady friend?" Garcia looked at her colleague.

Morgan smiled as he tousled his female friend's hair. "Nosy girl. I tried calling him this morning, but I didn't get an answer. Considering the looks and make of the woman he picked up, he's probably been busy all weekend!"

"You know, we were supposed to come in to work well rested and with fresh strength, but Reid's gonna be all worn out and more tired than usual come Monday!" Garcia laughed as she grabbed her bowling ball to hopefully hit yet another strike. "Will you try calling him again?"

"Hey, let the kid play a bit! He's been so stressed and tense lately, he needs this more than anything. I'm not gonna disturb his fun. We'll just pump him dry Monday morning!" Morgan sat down on the plastic chair beside the rack. Smiling to himself, he reluctantly pictured the young genius with that gorgeous woman. Hell, I'd like to hit that myself... Damn kid! He laughed at his imagination, and proceeded to applaude Garcia's latest strike.