A/N: Beta read and bunny enhanced by the Gublerific editor frog! Now let's see what Gideon was talking about...!

About 15 minutes later Gideon returned to Garcia's office holding a picture frame. He held it out for his colleague to take. "Sienna Nolan."

"My God."

The picture in Garcia's hands showed a young woman with long blonde hair and glasses. Processing the picture in her mind, she mentally compared it to the woman they had seen Reid leave the bar with. Add a few years, a nose job and cut and dye the hair, and it was the same woman.

Gideon suddenly had a feeling of victory rushing through his veins. Their UnSub was no longer an UnSub. "Get Hotch on the phone. And do a search on Sienna Nolan."

Not two seconds passed before Garcia's fingers were once again on fire, flying over the keyboard.

--

Reid's head ached as his eyelids began fluttering; bringing him back from his unconsciousness. He drew a few breaths before opening his eyes completely. To his relief, the dim lights were on once again, and the darkness was gone.

As he slowly sat up, he remembered what had happened, and running a hand over his now nearly bare head, he confirmed it had been no nightmare. The young doctor was still stuck in the same cell, only now he had even less of anything. Less clothes, less hair, less courage and less self esteem.

His time in the cell had made him think about his own worth. He wondered if this was all he was good for, to be a plaything – a horrible excuse for a mental punching bag. The young man closed his aching eyes, and repressed more tears. He felt like an animal.

He felt something else as well, this time in his mouth. Probing the inside of his mouth with his tongue, he spat out on the floor the object causing the feeling. It was a tooth - a molar, from the looks of it.

Reid touched his face. The left side of it felt like ground beef. A large wound had opened just below the cheek bone and it was bleeding - not gushing, but steadily. Feeling his nose, he came to the conclusion that it was broken and filled with coagulating blood. The swelling around his left eye and the bump on his head was not nearly as bad as the bleeding wound on his chin. The young doctor knew he had to irrigate it to avoid an infection, and that was going to cost him valuable water.

After trying to pick himself up off the floor, he felt a huge chunk of not quite coagulated blood slide down his throat. He tried to spit it out, but the metallic taste in his mouth made his stomach churn, and he ran for the toilet. He vomited violently into the bowl; the smell making him gag even worse.

The young agent lay over the soiled toilet until he was dry heaving. Slumping down on the floor, he felt bullets of sweat running down his face. Oh God... I'm losing so much fluid. At least I'm still sweating, once you stop sweating you have become dangerously dehydrated and are at 58 risk to die, depending on how soon you get medical attention...

He strenuously turned his head towards the water bottles by the wall. The feeling of despair returned as he realized that the punishment he had received so far had not been enough. The UnSubs had taken one of his water bottles. Now he had only a little less than 2 bottles left.

Curling up into a ball on the floor, still sitting up, he once again began rocking back and forth. Dear God - when is this nightmare going to end?

--

Just a few minutes after Hotch had ended his conversation with Gideon, his phone began chirping again. Pressing speaker phone, he answered. "Hotchner."

"Hotch; I know who the UnSub is!" Gideon's excited voice broke through the speaker.

Hotch looked at the phone in his hand. "Angelica Monroe, yes, we know."

"No, her name isn't Angelica Monroe. Her name is Sienna Nolan. She is the daughter of an UnSub I caught seven years ago in Denver. It didn't even cross my mind that she could be the one. Her father had maimed and murdered nine people in 24 days, including his wife, Sienna's mother."

"How do you know this?" Hotch wondered what had jolted the older, usually perceptive agent.

"The picture JJ sent. It was taken before she altered her appearance, and her face. I almost didn't recognize her at first. Garcia is pulling up information as we speak."

"So I am!" came Garcia's voice, this time a bit more chipper as she felt she was actually being useful in the hunt for Reid. "And here I have it!"

"Go on, Garcia."

"Sienna Nolan, 26. Her father Christopher Nolan was arrested in 2001 for nine murders, and sent to an institution for the criminally insane. He died a year and a half ago; he committed suicide."

"That could be the stressor", Morgan said turning to Hotch. "Remember the girl at the University told us that Cate's been talking to Angelica and Tracy for about a year."

"Sienna is listed as a resident in the US, but her records show that she left the country and hasn't returned."

"At least not in her own name. Where did she go?" Emily asked impatiently.

"Sweden. Fun and really incriminating fact: the town she chose to go to has a nickname that directly translates to 'Smith's town'. How about that for leaving clues behind?"

"Do you have anything on the other girl, Tracy?"

"Only a copy of a passport made as she entered the US. Tracy Graham, 24, from Scotland."

"Overseas." Hotch nodded.

"Can you handle more good news or should I stop here?"

"Give us everything you've got,

"Well, I cross checked flights with the numbers you gave me, turns out 'C4445' was actually Cate's and Ang... Ah, Sienna's seats on the flight into Fredericksburg last Friday, seat C-44 and C45. '415' was their estimated time of arrival, and 'T550' was short for 'Tracy' and the numbers were her ETA at MBS Airport last Friday. It was much easier when I knew what I was looking for! The '6', '1' and the '127' part is still a mystery, but I'm on it."

"Good girl, Garcia!" Morgan was very proud of his blonde colleague. She had managed to ungarble garble once again.

"I have also hacked into Sienna's medical records. Says here she's been seeing a therapist since her father was locked away, but cut off her sessions a year ago."

"Speaking in terms of time, everything adds up with the father's suicide." Hotch scribbled a few lines in his notebook. "Do you have Sienna's therapist's name and number? I think we need to have a talk to him."

"His name is Dr. Rodney Hall, in Denver. I'll send the number to your cell in two seconds. You should have it right about... Now."

"Thanks Garcia. Call me back if you hear anything or see anything from Reid."

"Will do."

Hotch turned to JJ after closing his phone. "You and Prentiss are going to Denver."

The women nodded and left the office, sights set on the airport and the BAU jet.

--

Reid had just cleaned his wound in as little water as he possibly could. Still, it felt like too much. The stench of vomit had filled the cell, and the young doctor felt anything but well. His face throbbed and ached with every move he made.

The temperature in the cell had decreased to a more normal state, and he began feeling the lack of clothes. Not that he was cold, but it would have been nice to have something more than boxers and socks on. Looking around the cell for the thousandth time, he noticed small clumps of hair in the far left corner. He ran his hand over his head again, hoping to feel his usual mane – but there was nothing. Just short, uneven bristles sticking out from his scalp.

Tears began filling his eyes, and the young doctor broke down on the floor. His face hurt, his body hurt, his stomach hurt and most of all – his inside hurt. He had been so belittled and degraded in the last few days that he didn't feel able to look anyone in the eye for as long as he lived. The state he had been reverted to - the state of a common house cat - was not something he wanted to share with others.

--

Seven hours later, JJ and Emily walked into the office of Dr. Rodney Hall in Denver. "Dr. Hall, I'm agent Prentiss and this is agent Jareau. We talked on the phone." Showing their credentials they shook the man's hand.

"Yes, the FBI people, please sit down." The short, stacked and balding man in front of them motioned them to sit, but both women declined the offer. "Now, you were looking for a patient of mine?"

"Yes, a miss Sienna Nolan. What can you tell us about her?"

"Nothing, unfortunately. Doctor-patient confidentiality, you know." The frog-like man gave them a superior smile as he folded his hands in his lap.

"You really think we'd come all the way from Michigan to Denver without the paperwork?" JJ threw a specially designed warrant on the desk in front of Dr. Hall.

Reading it, he looked up at the women before him. "Is this for real?"

"We have strong reasons to believe that your patient SiennaNolan has kidnapped one of our agents and is now holding him captive while torturing him in ways that could stand the best shrink's hair on end, all on camera, letting us watch. Whatever information you have on her, you tell us, and you tell us now." Emily was in no mood for games at this point.

Taking off his glasses, the frog man leaned back in the chair, a worried look on his face. "I never thought she was serious..."

"Not serious about what?" JJ leaned over the desk, looking the man square in the eyes.

Dr. Hall shook his head slowly. "After her father was institutionalized for the murders, Sienna was put in foster care. After a year, she was referred to me by the state and I took her on as a patient. We've been working together for 5 years."

Dr. Hall rested his head in his hands as he leaned over the desk. "After her mother had been murdered, by her father, a lot of fuses in Sienna's mind simply…snapped." He paused to breathe. "Sienna was... she had been molested in the foster home, by her foster father, among other things. The girl had too many cracks to ever make whole again; I just tried to make her function. We made many breakthroughs, but never enough to bring her back to the person she once was."

"After..." he began, only to continue the sentence with a deep sigh, "...after her father died, she developed a full blown Elektra-syndrome."

"An Elektra-syndrome?" JJ looked confused.

"It's when a daughter falls romantically in love with her father. In this case, Sienna idolized her father; she lifted him to the skies, completely forgetting that he was responsible for both her mother's and eight other people's deaths. She became more and more obsessed with getting vengeance on whoever was responsible for putting him away; who eventually, at least in her mind, was the reason of his suicide."

"Gideon", Emily said facing JJ.

"I thought we had the vengeance-thoughts under control, but about a year ago she simply stopped coming to our sessions.

"And now she's somewhere in Michigan making life worse than a living hell for one of our best friends." JJ crossed her arms over her chest.

"Correct me if I'm wrong", Emily began, "...but don't you have a responsibility as a doctor to notify if someone is in danger from your patient?"

"Well, how was I supposed to know that she was serious?" Dr. Hall haplessly flung his hands over his head.

"You're a doctor; it's your job to know if people are serious. We'll call you if we need anything further." Emily didn't even bother to shake frog-man's hand before she and JJ left the office.

Walking down the hall, JJ hung up the phone after calling her boss and telling him everything Dr. Hall had told them about Sienna. Hotch was going to relay the information to Gideon. JJ turned to her colleague. "Should we spend the night here or sleep on the plane?"

"It's a 5 hour flight; we can sleep on the plane."