A/N: I just want to say thank you to all those who nominated Forgotten Memories for Best Team/Case Fic and Best Hotch/Reid Fic. I am truly honored and send my congratulations and good luck to my fellow nominees as well. Sorry this chapter is a bit short, and I promise the next one won't be. Also, I also want to announce that the winner of the poll was 'A'.

Chapter 13

Morgan sat looking intently at Reid after the young profiler had finished explaining himself and mulled over what he had just heard. Just then, Morgan's cell rang. Sighing, he pulled the phone from his pocket and checked the caller ID. Recognizing the name as that of the nurse he spoke with earlier, he pressed the phone to his ear.

"Agent Morgan. How can I help you, Nurse Garfield?"

Reid saw Morgan's eyes narrow. He was about to say something when Morgan waved his hand at him indicating for him to be quiet. "Say that again? Are you sure? No. No, you did the right thing by calling me. No, I don't want you to do anything except keep your eyes and ears open. Where is Daria Hunt right at this moment? I see. Thank you. Thank you very much. We'll take it from here." Morgan then pressed speed call for Rossi and waited.

"Rossi, Morgan. Listen, I just got a call from a nurse in the hospital. She says she saw a man fitting Hotch's description was wheeled back inside the room I visited earlier by Daria Hunt and a man, who then switched the name tags on the doors. No, Reid and I are a few blocks away from the hospital. Okay, we'll wait for you guys a block from the hospital." Closing his cell, he tucked it inside his pocket then faced Reid as he started the engine of the SUV. "Looks like you might be right after all, pretty boy."

Reid felt a twinge of apprehension. "Did she say anything about Hotch's condition?"

Morgan exhaled. "Not much, kid, except that he appeared completely out of it and completely unresponsive to those around him."

Reid fell back against his seat. "They've been using the ECT treatments on him. That's the only explanation. Morgan, Hotch could already be lost to us as well as Jack and Haley."

"Try and think positive, kid," Morgan assured him as best he could as he slowed the vehicle to a stop half-a-block from the hospital. "We wait here for Rossi and the others along with the local police. Rossi also said he would have an ambulance standing by as well to transport Hotch to a local hospital if he is indeed here."

"So we wait?" Reid asked glumly.

"We wait," Morgan emphasized, knowing he felt exactly like the young genius, and wanted to burst through the hospital doors and demand to know where Hotch was, but realizing they couldn't enter a hospital with guns drawn. All they could do was sit and wait for back-up.

Daria didn't like the sound of Hotch's breathing as she tightened the restraints strapping him onto the bed. She again checked his pupils before checking his heart again. Sighing, she suspiciously looked at the man standing in front of the closed door with hands behind his back, and a smirk on his face. She placed her hands on her hips again. "He is not doing well. His heart rate is erratic, his pupils are dilated, and his breathing is ragged. I know what you told me, but my gut tells me you did something to him. Now what was…." a sudden expression of horror crossed her face. "Please tell me you didn't give him an ECT treatment."

The man simply stared at the woman. "I didn't do anything to your precious Agent Hotchner. So either quit accusing me of something, or I will kill him and I won't need ECT to do it."

"You better not have done anything to him," Daria warned dangerously. "Or you'll have to face Dr. Hunt and explain yourself. And I promise you, he will not be pleased."

She heard a click indicating the door was being locked from the inside. The man then approached her and roughly seized her by her wrist and jerked her forward. "I don't give a damn about Agent Hotchner, your husband, or the great Dr. Hunt. You owe me, and I intend to collect…now!" He roughly grabbed her by both arms, and held her tightly against him, and roughly plundered her mouth as she fought to push him away. She yelped in pain as he crushed her body to his making it difficult for her to breathe. Then, with all her might, she pushed him away from her violently and raced towards the door.

But just as she reached it, a hand seize her by the shoulder, spun her around, and a hand viciously slapped her across the face. She fell backward onto the floor, striking her head sharply and lay dazed. She was so out of it at the moment that she didn't feel hands clutching at her ripping at her clothes.

Rossi, JJ, and Prentiss were hastily grabbing their jackets and preparing to leave when Chief Madison walked in somewhat surprised by the sudden flurry of activity.

"What's going on? Did something happen?" he asked.

Rossi, putting on his jacket, looked the Chief in the face. "We're going to Sierra Vista Hospital and would appreciate you and several of your men coming with us."

"Why?" Madison asked looking around. "What's going on?"

"C'mon," Rossi replied putting a hand on the Police Chief's back and gently pushing him out of the door. "We'll explain everything on the way. Just have several of your men join us. Things could get ugly in a hurry."

Daria groaned as she painfully rolled onto her side; her entire body hurt and was sore. She slowly forced herself up using one arm and with the opposite hand, wiped the blood from the corner of her split lower lip. She then gingerly touched her left cheek and winced, noticing blood on her fingertips. She glanced down and saw what was left of her clothes which were ripped everywhere. She grabbed the edges of her torn blouse and pulled it together as much as she could to cover herself. Her hair was a mess and her tears caused her mascara to run down her cheeks. As she tried to get to her feet the pain in her pelvic area made her stop all movement. She could recall him roughly thrusting into her and biting her breasts through her red lace bra. Looking down, she could still see the teeth marks where he had bitten her and smears of blood on her breasts. Then, something made her look up and she gasped.

Not only was the man gone, but Hotch was gone as well; and she had an idea where he had taken the agent. All she knew was that she had to stop him. Struggling to get to her feet despite the pain, she fell backward onto her back and lay there, groaning and unable to move.

Morgan and Reid sat in their SUV both impatiently waiting for the others to show up when Reid felt a sudden chill run down his spine, and he knew immediately something was terribly wrong. Morgan, eyes narrowing, looked sideways at his partner.

"What's wrong?" he asked, concerned.

"I'm not sure," Reid replied straightening up in his seat, all color draining from his face. "But I feel like something's not right." He looked at Morgan, a look of panic on his face. "We have to go inside, Morgan…now." He opened the door and got out of the vehicle; Morgan, concerned, did the same.

"Reid, wait a minute. We need to wait for backup."

"It'll be too late for Hotch," Reid shouted over his shoulder without looking back.

"How do you know that?" Morgan asked, following him at a quick pace, catching up with the younger man at the front doors.

"Trust me," was all Reid had to say as he burst through the front door with Morgan close behind. The young profiler jogged quickly to the nurses' counter and flashed his credentials. "I was just here a short time ago. We'd like to see a patient you have here named Adam Hefner."

The nurse at the counter looked first at the ID and then at both men. "I'm sorry, sir, but nobody is allowed to see Mr. Hefner without Dr. Hunt's permission. If I allowed that I could get into serious trouble."

Not seeing Nurse Garfield present, Morgan looked directly at the blond woman. "Nurse Benson," he said with a quick glance at her name-tag. "You're going to be in more serious trouble if you don't let us into Mr. Hefner's room, and I mean right now."

"But sir…" Nurse Benson began nervously, but Reid didn't wait to hear any more excuses. He had a feeling of dread coursing through him as if something horrible was about to happen unless he could stop it in time. He stormed past the nurses' counter and down the hall to Hefner's room with Morgan hurrying after him. Nurse Benson, leaving the counter and the sanctity of the room that was part of the counter, raced after the two agents.

"Reid!" Morgan shouted grabbing the younger man's arm as he gripped the doorknob. Morgan immediately noticed that the room they were outside of was not the same room he had been inside of earlier.

Nurse Benson, who right now feared Dr. Hunt's wrath more than the threats of the FBI, stood nearby. She recalled the warning he had given regarding anybody who entered Hefner's room without his permission except for his daughter-in-law and son.

"Gentlemen, I'm afraid I have to protest," she stated emphatically. "You can't go in there. We take guarding the privacy of our patients very seriously. When Dr. Hunt hears about this…."

Morgan gave the woman a dark look. "If we find what we believe we will in this room, Dr. Hunt, his son and daughter-in-law will have some explaining to do themselves." He turned back to Reid. "Open the door, kid."

Reid, opening the door, stepped inside with the others behind him. The trio gasped at the sight that met their eyes.

Daria was slowly dragging herself across the floor in the direction of the door. Her swollen eyes and tear-stained face looked up and tried to focus on who was in front of her. She suddenly felt a pair of hands gently help her aching body to her feet and help her over to the bed, then gently helped her sit down on it. She felt the bed dip down beside her and became aware of someone kneeling in front of her.

"Mrs. Hunt, what happened?" asked a horrified Nurse Benson.

"Go get a doctor!" Morgan shouted looking over his shoulder from his kneeling position. "Now!" He watched the nurse flee from the room before turning back to the injured woman. "Mrs. Hunt," he said gently. "Who did this to you? Can you tell us who it was?"

Daria burst into tears. But her main concern right now was for the man in who's room she was in. "You have to…to find him," she begged. "He'll kill him! He's crazy!" She was becoming hysterical.

"Find who, Mrs. Hunt?" asked Reid gently, careful not to touch the woman and cause her to shut down. "Adam Hefner?"

Daria shook her head frantically. She knew once they found Hefner they would discover the truth. "No," she said in a voice just above a whisper. "Agent Hotchner."