Reid's POV:

You've just hung up on JJ, not wanting her to hear anything that would upset her more than what she's already heard. You assume since the gun hasn't been fired yet, she intends on drawing this out a little longer. Oh joy. She licks her lips, now in full view, and stares at you point blank. You remember having a conversation with Garcia once about asserting alpha male behaviour, and not blinking in the face of a challenge, you also remember commenting that you wouldn't exhibit that behaviour being a "blinker". It seemed so funny at the time, but now you know you must show her defiance since she preys on only those who show weakness. You know that you have to act like an alpha male, even if in truth you'd rather be the trusted back-up, the man behind the scenes that helps the rest take out the criminals. Your team all have attributes that make them great for the job, perhaps even some that you lack, such as – even you admit it – brawn.

You continue to stare defiantly into the ice-blue eyes that bear into your core. God, she hates you. More than anyone else on your team, she hates you because you tricked her out of a victim. A very prestigious victim too, an agent of the FBI's very own BAU...you. When you posed as her victim, you knew what you were getting into, oh heavens you did. Did you think that she would escape? No. Did you think that she would seek revenge? Yes, but you didn't think she's be able to escape and act on that emotion! She shifts her gaze briefly, long enough for you to blink and allow your eyes some relief from the tension of staring her down. You're barely breathing now, trying to assess her movements and anticipate what she might do. Then again, with a killer like her, you never can know exactly what she'll do – but you can have a pretty good estimate. Since she's looked away, you can safely assume that she feels as though she is losing dominance in your little game, this could either result in further aggressive action, or it could result in her taking defensive action by using you as a way out. A bartering chip if you will.

Now that you've reached this conclusion, you realise that she's probably going to go on the defensive, not feeling strong enough to go on the offensive instead. As you finalize your conclusion you feel her shift uncomfortably before stepping ever so slowly behind you and binding your wrists with your very own tie which, you had discarded carelessly upon arriving at your apartment. Nice and tight, your tie is wound round and round your wrists. A harsh burn envelopes your conscious thoughts, and for a while it occupies you. Once you're done assessing the damage, you look up and find her dangerous eyes peeping into yours, almost... innocently. A ploy clearly, for a few minutes late she's busying herself for your departure, to where is unknown at the moment. At least, to you, anyway. Clearly, her previous favourite hideaways will be the first to be suspected, so it has to be somewhere unexpected, somewhere the team will have to take time and think about. Hopefully, from her point of view, enough time for her to decide what exactly is to be done with you.

Killer's POV:

Look at him, trying to stare you down. Pathetic. You hold your gun to his forehead, enjoying the sensation of power flooding through your veins. It feels good, better than you had anticipated. Unlike all your other kills, this was personal, which apparently, makes it all the sweeter. What would they call this type of kill...passionate? You like the sound of that. Maybe you can kill more like you will Dr. Spencer here, take your anger out on...a surrogate? Yes, that's what they called your last victims, "surrogates".

You shift your gaze from his momentarily, thinking about your next move. You've been planning this moment from the time of your arrest, you want it to go perfectly, not draw out the kill too much, but draw it out enough that you enjoy it. Immensely. You can see that he's taken this opportunity to profile you, perfect, just perfect. You decide that your best move would probably be to bind him down and make sure that his hands are securely fastened behind his back. You shuffle behind him and pick up a tie from the floor, your bind it around his wrists as harshly as you can manage, to imitate the awful handcuffs he put you in this morning. You feel him flinch beneath your hands and relish in his discomfort. You look down in a cursory sweep and see a phone hastily dropped onto the floor. Ah, the poor fool had tried to call for help. Sometimes, for a genius, he could be really dumb. When you return to his front he has lowered his eyes for a fraction of a second, giving you just enough time to peer into his eyes, with a childlike innocence used to lure previous victims. When you've finished spooking him further, you begin to prepare for your hasty departure, making the entire scene look like a murder with the body elsewhere. After all, that is your style isn't it? Your "M.O"?

All that's missing now is a bit of blood, all over the scene. That will really sell the whole shebang. You walk over to your captive, whose apartment you've just successfully trashed, and use a quick stab into his arm to draw the blood you need to make the scene look authentic. Perfect.

Hotch's POV:

You're driving like a madman to Reid's apartment going against all traffic laws to ensure that you can save Reid before a situation like Elle's happens. You shudder as you think of what happened to Elle, and can't imagine what would happen to Reid if it happened to him again. After the Hankel incident he was off, something about him troubled you. He got better in time, patched up the rift he'd created between himself and Prentiss. They soon became fast friends. You can't possibly imagine how Reid will change if something terrible happens to him again. You don't want to imagine, you want to save him. Now.

I kind of felt like I was on a roll today, and I was also extremely bored :P so I went ahead and wrote chapter 3 too. I hope you enjoyed reading it, and please review :)