The search at Reid's apartment turned out very few clues. Derek and Emily had entered the apartment unsure of what they would find, but were prepared for the worst. The door was left unlock, the first sign of Reid being home, at least at one time, but after a quick run through he was nowhere to be found. The apartment was empty and for the most part well kept. There were little splashes of Reid's personality scattered throughout the rooms, but for the most part the decorations were uninspired. The furniture was lazy and mix matched like a college student caught in a transition. It was not surprising considering the lack of time Reid tended to spend in his home.

One of the first things Emily noticed was a book. She recognized it from the jet ride home not even twenty four hours ago. It was one of the few Reid had set out in front him in preparation to read before he fell asleep in his seat. Now it sits on a wooden coffee table, neatly centered and closed.

"He must have finished it."

With a gloved hand Emily picked up the book and leafed through the pages. There were no markings or signs that it had ever been read. Then again, Reid never seemed to need a bookmark. "Does any of this seem odd to you?"

"What? That it seems too perfect?" Derek roams around the living room, looking for anything that appeared to be out of place. "Not too messy, but not too clean either."

"This book," Emily says as she places back onto the coffee table. "There's something weird about. I know Spencer loves his books, but there's something to straight and fixed about this. All of his other stuff-." Emily motions to a pair of black Converse shoes that had been carelessly tossed aside near the door and the messenger bag leaning against the couch. "This seems more like Reid. Like he was too distracted to take the time to even care."

Derek nodded. "And the keys on the kitchen counter. Those would go with it."

"So why would he take the time to place that one book just right?"

"Do you think it was him?"

Emily sighs. "I don't know," she says truthfully. "We can send it in for prints and see what comes up. He could have put it back and gone to bed after."

"But the bed was still made. Unless you think the unsub cleaned up after that too." Derek cringed at the use of unsub. It's a daily part of his vocabulary, but when used intermixed with his friend it seemed foreign and more impersonal. "But that would take too much work, especially when moving a grown man to a different location. These walls look paper thin. There has to be someone who heard or saw something."

"There could be more than one person," Emily offers. "One to subdue him and the other to clean up? I can't even tell which room he was attacked in. Maybe he went quietly."

"I don't think so," Derek says, or at least that is what he hoped. "He would have left something for us."

Maybe it was here, he thought. Maybe Reid had left them some sort of clue to find, one last desperate attempt to give the team something to find. Reid would know they would be looking for him.

Just as Emily opened her mouth to reply, both agents' cell phones went off. They pulled them out quickly with the desperate hope for good news. It was a text message from Hotch, requesting for them to return to headquarters as soon as possible. It was short and direct, and despite that both could feel the urgency.

"Looks like we better go."

I knew that David Rossi and his fellow profilers were going to be interested in the little video the doctor and I created for them, or in the very least it would catch their attention. It was a wonderful plan, nearly genius in fact, with the only downside being that I would not be there to witness their reactions. It's a shame when an artist is now allowed to be there with his audience, but there are many things in life that are not fair.

What they would soon watch will horrify them. That was the goal, of course; to send them into a frenzy of terror and anger. Those are two of the strongest emotions felt by humans that can be traced back to our more animalistic roots. They are fascinating to watch and even more so to enjoy.

I set up in the room in which I was keeping the doctor. It was small in size and no amount of natural light was allowed in. I had cloaked the walls in heavy, black cloths, covering all windows and doors to hide any sort of clues to our location. It would not have been wise to leave anything identifiable to a group of profilers. The room is filled with only artificial light, just enough to provide minimal sight. The furniture lacked in detail just as much the walls. I kept at an old plaid armchair that I had inherited from my uncle that I would sit in when I needed a place to rest while I watched over the doctor. I kept him tied up on a mattress, my very own, which I graciously donated, that was laid out in the center of the room. I set my tripod and camera up besides it, far enough to get a full length shot but still close enough to catch those details that I knew would break his friends' hearts. There were others rooms, but I was the only one allowed to enter those. The doctor had to stay where he was, bound and silenced with tape. I did not trust him enough to allow him to go anywhere else, let alone speak. I wasn't about to let him help his friends by giving away any secrets. They will have to figure that out on their own.

I whistled as I set up the camera. I could feel the doctor's eyes on me the whole time. They always were, I knew it. He was always watching with that curious look; always studying and trying to understand. He could try, but it was unlikely that he ever would, at least not fully. Even if he did it would do him no good.

"Are you ready to have some fun?" I asked. I tried to keep my tone as casual as possible, but it was proving to be difficult to hide my excitement. "We're going to make something special for your friend, David. And your other friends, of course." I looked at the doctor and smiled. "They're all going to see it, so you'll want to put on a good show."

I pressed the record button and walked around the camera, towards the mattress. My face was well hidden behind a black ski mask so that only my eyes and mouth could be viewed. It was irritating, but necessity that I would have to put up with. In my hand I held a knife that I made sure was present to our audience. The doctor shifted besides me, trying his best to create a little more distance between us. I smiled at him again. The poor thing didn't stand a chance.

"Good morning, David," I said to the camera. "Or evening- it depends on what time you finally found this. I hope you aren't feeling tired yet, because our game is just beginning, and it's about to get even more fun." I slapped my hand down on the doctor's chest. I grind my wrist into his body, harshly rubbing it against his white dress shirt. "As you have figured out by now, I have your young friend here and I'm sure you desperately want him back now. At least I hope so, but maybe not. I've seen the way you've looked at him before, so frustrated with his incompetence. How embarrassed you are to have to drag around such an awkward, strange young man. He seems hardly even human at times, am I right? So strange that he can't be."

I glanced down at the doctor to see if he was listening. Something in his eyes had changed. The curiosity was gone and replaced with something much sadder. It appeared I had struck a nerve. I leaned over and kissed his forehead for comfort.

"So maybe you won't miss him. I'm sure you can easily replace him. There are more than one geniuses floating around after all. But as of now, he's mine and I'm going to prove that to you. Tell me, David," I said as I moved myself into a new position. I set myself above the doctor, my knees resting on either side of him. I moved my knife close to his chest. Panic took over the doctor's features. His eyes trailed the blade, following it as it went down, slicing off the buttons of his shirt in little pops. "Are you really as smart as you think you are? Do you think you will be able to find your dear, strange little friend before I can harm him?"

I pause to open up his shirt. I let the blade rest upon his exposed skin, not quite pressing down hard enough to create a mark. "Well, you're going to be too late for that, as you're about to witness. You won't be able to save him from everything."

I pressed the blade down then. A thick stream of blood began to bubble up around the edges. I can hear the doctor say something behind the tape. There are already tears in his eyes. I scowled at him. Tears were upsetting to me, completely boring. I drove the knife deeper into his skin, moving it further down his body. More blood surfaced along with my anger. I could not stand the tears- not yet. Weakness can be so disgusting. I raised my free into a fist and sent it straight to the center of the doctor's face. His nose broke with a satisfying crunch. There, now he had something to cry about.

"I can see why you have such trouble keeping patience with him, David. He is insufferable. I could knock in every one of his teeth into that pretty face of his but…" I unclenched my fist and moved my hand down towards the doctor's pants. They were easy to remove, even with him struggling. "I have other plans. Better plans! I'm going to let you know what I will be doing your freak while I wait for you to find me so we can have our talk. You know," I say as I effortlessly flip the doctor onto his stomach. He tried to look away from the camera, but I wouldn't let him. I wanted them to see his face, to watch every painful emotion to cross it. "I had tried it before, talking to you, and on several occasions. I was never quite able to catch your attention. You're always so busy, so important to actually listen to anyone. But I'm sure I've gotten your attention now."

I lowered my own pants and leaned down on the doctor so that my face was nearly next to his. "You're going to remember this," I hissed. "I'm going to make sure you remember every fucking second of this for the rest of your pathetic life." I bit down on his earlobe hard enough to make him yelp. He was not prepared for what was coming next.

"I hope you're watching, David Rossi," I said loudly. "I'm going to fuck your friend. Every moment you aren't here I'm going to fuck your friend until he bleeds to death. Are you ready for some fun, kiddo?"

Emily and Derek found the rest of their team waiting in conference room. The room is quiet when they enter, and a thick sense of urgency fills the air above them. Penelope paces back and forth in front of the screen. In one hand she holds a remote and in the other a white paper CD case. "Good! You're here!" she exclaims. Her words come out in a squeak like a panicked mouse. "Okay, I'm just going to fill you guys in quick so we can get this over with and I can get back to work. Someone dropped this." She holds the CD case up and hands it off to Hotch. "At the headquarters today. No one is sure who; it just got mixed in with the mail or something."

"Is there anything written on it?" Emily asks.

"It says it's for Rossi," Penelope says sadly. "That's it. I guess he is supposed to watch it, or hear it. I don't know, but I do know that I don't want to be here to see it."

"Garcia, we're going to need you to look at this," Hotch says.

"You know I can't do that! This is already hard enough!" Penelope stops herself. "Sorry. I- I don't want to see any of my babies get hurt. I'll do everything else you need me to, but I just can't see Reid like that again."

"He's going to be fine," Hotch says. He tries his best to soften his tone, though he is quickly growing weary of arguing. "We're going to find him. We just need all the help we can get to do it as soon as possible."

"I know," Penelope says quietly. "I'm sorry, but I just can't do this."

Hotch looks around at the rest of his team and wonders if any of them could as well. "It's okay. Go back to your office. I'll call you when we need you."

"Thank you." Garcia tries her best to smile, but fails to hold it long. She rushes out of the room before she let it completely fall apart in front of her friends.

"So we have no idea who sent this CD," Derek says rather than asks. "Or what's even on it."

"No, but considering the circumstances I think it's safe to assume it's our next message."

Rossi nearly corrects Hotch's mistake. It was his next message, not the rest of the team's. It was made for him, just as the call was. If it wasn't for him none of this would be happening.

Hotch opens the disk drive and places the CD inside. He chooses to stand while the screen loads. The thought of having to sit through it unnerved him. The rest of the team felt just as impatient as the waited for the video to load.

"Good morning, David. Or evening- it depends on what time you finally found this. I hope you aren't feeling tired yet, because our game is just beginning, and it's about to get even more fun."

Right away they began to look for something that could give them any sort of lead. The room was dark, covered with thick curtains. There were no windows or any signs of land marks. The man had also made sure that his face was hidden, but he left Reid out in the open. He had been bound and gagged with a duct tape.

Rossi tries his best to focus mainly on the man's voice. On the phone he said they had spoken before. Maybe he would remember it by chance, but it was just about as indistinguishable as the room. Rossi tries to ignore Spencer's nose being broken. He attempts to set aside his personal feelings, all of the anger and hatred raging inside of him, as the unknown man continues to assault his young colleague like it was any other case he worked on. Rossi focuses on the speech patterns and tone of the voice rather than all of the horrible, filthy names- You stupid cunt! You useless whore! - that are being screamed at Reid. But nothing seemed identifiable to him. All that he knew that there was a very angry man sexually assaulting his young friend, continues beating him on the back of the head and throwing insults at him, and there was nothing he could do about it.

And scene! Every time I promise to make my updates sooner, longer, and better I completely fail. Again, I apologize. But it also nearly two in the morning, and I feel like this is a good stopping point as of now. Thank you to those who keep on reading and reviewing! I know I say this every time, but it does mean a lot and is very helpful in motivating. Oh, I would also like to apologize for some disturbing content. I do have it rated M and I feel like I kept it a less graphic than it could have been, but for those who are upset I'm sorry.