Peekabooo: I have finally updated! I apologize for such a long wait!

Nurse Morris and Nurse townsend walked down the hallways, their white sneakers making a squeaky sound on the pristine tile. They were a bit late going to the surgery. They were both assisting Dr. Hamilton on a Cholecystectomy. But their last patient had taken a little bit longer than planned.

Nurse Morris Opened the door and walked in. But much to both of the nurses surprise Dr. Hamilton was on the floor, blood all over his face. A lump seemed to have formed on his bald head and his leg was at an angle that was really unnatural. A wound was located on his lower stomach, looking like it had come from a knife.

"Oh god! Dr. Hamilton!"

Nurse Morris ran and collapsed at his side. Dr Hamilton mumbled something and tried to open his eyes, but he just went limp in Nurse Morris' arms.

"Dr. Hamilton!" Nurse Morris felt for a pulse. It was there but it was faint.

"Run for another Doctor!" She Instructed Nurse Townsend.

Townsend bolted out to get help. "Help me! Somebody please!" she screamed as she ran down the hallway. She reached the lobby and found two doctors. "It's Dr. Hamilton," She said, out of breath, "Something happened."

The police arrived to the scene. Spencer Reid was nowhere to be found and Dr. Hamilton had died. Right now Spencer Reid was the suspect, and he was on the run.

"Chief Hudson. The anesthesiologist is here to see you," One of the deputies poked his head in through the door of the operation room.

"Send him in," Chief Hudson said, sighing as he looked towards the bloody floor.

"Chief Hudson," A young man with dark hair nodded at him.

"That's me. And your are?"

"I'm Dr. Macolby. I provided Spencer Reid's anesthesia."

"What can you tell me about the anesthesia you gave Mr. Reid?" Dr. Hudson asked.

"It was just something to make him go unconscious for a few hours until the operation was done."

"How long would that take to kick in?"

"About a minute to five minutes. Sometimes people take it differently." Dr. Macolby answered.

"Do you think he could have done this to Dr. Hamilton?" Hudson queried, glancing at the crime scene again.

"It's highly unlikely," Dr. Macolby informed Hudson, "Unless his body didn't take the anesthesia like It was supposed to and he had some kind of immunity to it. That is also very unlikely. Even if he did it before the anesthesia kicked in he probably wouldn't have made it down the hall."

"Did you see anyone come in after you left? Or did you hear anything?"

"No. I went straight to the front desk," Dr. Macolby provided his alibi.

"Well thank you for your time Dr.," Hudson shook hands and Macolby departed.

A deputy walked in immediately after Macolby left. "Chief you aren't gonna believe this," He said.

"What?"

"Spencer Reid. He works for the FBI. He's in the behavioral analysis unit down at Quantico."

Hotch sat at his desk, filling out his paperwork. It was peaceful and rhythmic compared to having a case. He had gotten a routine going and he was on a roll, his quiet surroundings giving him a sort of encouragement. But then his phone rang. Hotch sighed and picked up the black phone.

"Agent Hotchner," He answered, his voice stern and strong.

"Agent Hotchner. This is Chief Hudson from the McLean District Police Station."

"Hello Chief Hudson. What can I do for you?" Hotch asked, knowing there was something.

"Today agent Reid was getting a surgery. Dr. Hamilton was the one instructing the surgery along with two other nurses. The two nurses discovered Dr. Hamilton beaten and stabbed. He was alive but he died about half-an-hour ago in surgery. Agent Reid is nowhere to be found."

"What?" Hotch made a slight gasp, "How long ago?"

"The nurses found him about 45 minutes ago. The anesthesiologist had already given him anesthesia so we know he didn't do this."

Hotch felt something rise in his stomach,"You're damn right he didn't do it."

Chief Hudson cleared his throat awkwardly, "Yes well. I assume you and you're team would like to assist on this case?"

"Yes. I'll be at Maryveiw Medical Center as fast as I can." Hotch quickly hung up the phone and went out into the bullpen.

"JJ. Emily. Briefing room. Now." Hotch instructed sternly, interrupting the two's conversation.

JJ and Emily looked at each other. Hotch was so rarely on edge like that. Hotch gathered the rest of the team and they all sat down in front of him.

"Reid was having his gall bladder removed today, but something went wrong," He informed them. JJ and Emily made a little gasp.

"What happened?" Garcia asked, worriedly.

"The operation was supposed to happen, but when the two nurses who were helping on the operation arrived, Dr. Hamilton was found beaten and stabbed on the floor. He died a bit after that. But they can't find Reid. Anywhere."

"What? How long ago?"

"About 45 minutes ago. But I'm not sure how long Reid has been missing," Hotch sighed.

"Well what are we waiting for?" Rossi asked.

Meanwhile...

Reid woke up groggily, his body feeling heavy. His head felt like it was splitting into two pieces and his legs felt like a ton of lead. His eyes opened and he searched for something that would give him a hint as to where he was. But everything was dark. And cold. Reid started to shiver after a moment and his teeth started to chatter. He tried to get up but his ams and legs were bound and stuck. But he was trying so hard to remember where he was. It was frustrating because with his eidetic memory he could usually remember almost anything. And then Reid heard a creak and a bright light came from one side of the room, but soon after it closed and all Reid could hear was footsteps, Big heavy footsteps.

It seemed to take ages until they finally stopped. Afterwards all Reid could hear was heavy breathing. It was quite intimidating and scary. Fear sprang up inside him, it felt a lot like what happened with the Tobias incident. Finally a light turned on and Reid scrunched his eyes. But they finally adjusted and Reid saw where he was. He was strapped to a silver table in the middle of a concrete room. And leaning over him was a handsome looking man.

"Welcome to my humble abode Spencer," He welcomed, "I think you're going to like it here." The man smiled and tilted his head.