A/N: Happy Thanksgiving to one and all both in the United States and around the world.

Chapter 14

Reid and Morgan exchanged concerned looks before both turned back to Daria. Morgan looked up into the woman's face directly. "You said he'll kill him. Who, Daria? Who is gonna kill Agent Hotchner?"

She wiped her eyes with a hand. "Terry," she managed. "Terry Cochran. He's…he's a counselor here."

"Do you have any idea where he might have taken him?" Reid asked gently. But before the agents could get an answer, Nurse Garfield returned followed closely by one of the on-staff doctors and Nurse Benson. The doctor gave both agents dirty looks as he approached Daria.

"Gentlemen, I need to examine this woman," the doctor said authoritatively continuing to glare at the agents.

Morgan looked up at the doctor. "Just hold on one more minute, man," he said. He then turned back to Daria. "Mrs. Hunt, just one more question. If you can, can you tell us where Terry may have taken Agent Hotchner?"

Daria started to rub her hands up and down her arms. "The lab," she murmured. "In the closet."

"I'm sorry, gentlemen, but that's enough," the doctor hissed. "I must ask you to leave this woman alone so I can examine her."

Morgan and Reid both got to their feet and hurried to the open door of the room where Nurse Benson stood. "Where is this closet she's talking about?" Morgan asked.

The nurse shrugged her shoulders. "The only closet on this floor is the supply closet."

"Show us," Reid ordered.

Cochran finished tightening the restraints holding the barely conscious Hotch onto the table in the lab. Next he ripped open the sleeve of Hotch's shirt and inserted the needle attached to the bottle of succinylcholine. Once that was done he opened Hotch's mouth and placed the rubber block inside. Chuckling, he then patted the agent's cheek.

"When I'm through with you, Agent Hotchner, your brain will not only be fried, but you will be of no use to anybody. You'll be a complete vegetable. Dr. Hunt will have no choice but to dispose of you." Hotch, only faintly aware somebody above him was speaking, tried to see who it was, but couldn't get his eyes to focus. Cochran then checked the flow of the paralytic drug; he was too close to reaching his objective and wanted no problems when he pushed the button on the ECT machine.

Reid, Morgan and Nurse Benson looked around the area. Reid's eyes landed on the door marked storage closet.

"This has got to be the one she meant," Reid commented, twisting the doorknob and finding the door locked. Morgan looked at the nurse.

"Do you have a key to this closet?" he asked.

Benson reached into her pocket and removed a key ring on which were several keys. Finding the one she wanted, she quickly unlocked the door. Morgan, drawing his weapon as did Reid, opened it partly but then looked over his shoulder at the woman.

"I suggest you wait out front in the waiting area," he said. "The rest of our team and the police should be here soon and they'll need to be shown where we are. Also, there could be some danger."

Benson nodded nervously before turning and scurrying off in the opposite direction. Morgan looked at Reid. "Ready, kid?" he asked. Seeing Reid nod his head, Morgan pulled the door open all the way and both agents, weapons aimed, entered the room looking around.

"There's nothing here, Reid, nothing but supplies," Morgan remarked, looking around, somewhat disappointed. "Why would she say the closet."

"I know," Reid replied also looking around. His eyes suddenly narrowed. "Unless….."

"Unless what?"

"Unless there's a hidden entrance to a secret lab somewhere in here," said Reid. "We have to find it, Morgan. Check the walls. One of them might be false." Each agent quickly checked each wall knowing time was growing short.

Cochran glanced upward and noticed the red light above the door light up, indicating someone had entered the supply closet. Not that he was worried about somebody walking in on him because the lab was completely soundproof so nobody could hear anything. He hummed a little tune as he placed an oxygen mask over Hotch's mouth and then proceeded to apply conducting jelly on the agent's temples. Finally, he connected the electrodes to Hotch's temples and turned on the ECT machine. Then, with a smirk on his face, he looked at the barely conscious agent as he reached to push the button.

"FBI!" a voice shouted causing the man to look up, his hand in the air, a scant half-an-inch from the button. "Move away from the machine and the table, and put your hands on your head!" The voice belonged to Morgan who stood with his weapon aimed. "Do it!" Just behind him but slightly to the side was Reid, also with weapon aimed, a dangerous expression in his hazel eyes that matched Morgan's.

The sound of footsteps behind the two agents caused only Reid to glance partially over his shoulder to see Rossi, JJ, and Prentiss enter the room with their weapons drawn and aimed as well. If they were stunned at seeing Hotch they didn't let on. Each agent wore a serious expression.

"You're too late!" Cochran smirked. "He's already had three treatments and will soon have a fourth and you can't stop it or me. I will turn his brain to mush."

"We won't let that happen," Reid said. "You make any attempt to press that button, and we'll stop you before you reach it."

Cochran didn't move, and made no attempt to lower his arm. "You can try shooting and short-circuiting the machine," he said with an amused grin. "But with those electrodes attached to his temples, you'll also electrocute and kill him."

"I won't tell you again to move away from that machine and table, and raise your hands," Morgan repeated more harshly than before.

"I'd do as he says," Rossi advised.

Cochran glanced at the agents and then broke out in a maniacal laugh. "The Agent Hotchner you knew is already gone forever or soon will be." As his thumb made contact with the button, two shots rang out simultaneously.