Downer's Field- 24 Hours Missing

"Mattie made it to the hospital and she's stable," JJ told Rossi as they stood on the field. In front of them, crime scene techs were examining every inch of the field, hoping for any trace of evidence. Rossi wasn't interested in finding any more evidence of the Dent's kidnappings, all he wanted was to find their location and bring Hotch and Prentiss home.

"Is she able to talk to anyone yet?" he asked.

JJ sighed. "Yes and no. She' s able to say a few words here and there to her boyfriend, but she kept breaking out into tears every time we mentioned Hotch. Garcia landed about ten minutes ago and now she's on her way to the hospital to see if Mattie will talk to her."

"Good, that's…good. Where are Reid and Morgan?"

JJ pointed towards the road that led to the nearby highway. "They are going to every store and business along that road. Garcia tracked the Dent's vehicle for eight miles down that road until the GPS fried. If the Dents are going somewhere that they may own or have gone to before, there may be a person that could recognize them and help us out."

A mile down the road, Reid stepped into a small convenience store and looked to the register. A petite redhead, no older than thirty sat at the register with her focus on the red roses stocked on the counter. Reid walked over to her and said, "Hi, my name is Dr. Spencer Reid and I'm with the FBI," he placed down photos of Mary Anne or Daniel, "Have you seen any of these people?"

"Why?" the woman asked nonchalantly.

"They are involved in the recent kidnappings in the area. Have you seen them before?" The woman leaned over and peered at the photos. "The man, no….but the woman, Mary Anne, comes here, especially in the summer. She's always so interested in our flower selection."

"Isn't it a bit on unusual for a convenient store to sell flowers?"

"Yes, but that's what makes us special. So, yeah, the woman comes in here in the summer and always talks about some cabin that her family stays at. You know what's funny?"

Reid tried his hardest to look curious. "What?"

"She says she's from Albany, so why would you have two houses so close to each other? I don't know if it's just me, but that seems wasteful-"

"Thank you, ma am," Reid exclaimed as he cut her off, "You've been a great help." You may have just handed us the big break we needed.

Location Unknown: 24 Hours 51 Minutes missing

What the hell happened? Prentiss thought as she slowly regained consciousness. She tried to lift her head up, but the throbbing pain prevented her from doing so. Her wrists were chained to the bedposts on the bed. The FBI jacket that she had been wearing was gone; now she only wore her dress shirt and pants.

"Hello?" She called out in the dark room. It was a bedroom with only a window, dresser, and bed. The most striking thing to Prentiss was that the window had been tapped off. They're intelligent-they don't want me to see where I am.

"Hello?" Prentiss repeated again. Her call was answered when the door slowly creaked open, revealing Stanley who answered, "Hi."

"Stanley! Hey, what-what happened to me?"

"You didn't listen so Daddy punished you." He walked over to her side and sat down on the bed. "You've been sleeping ever since."

"Is Ho-Aaron ok? He seemed really hurt when I saw him," Prentiss said. He looked like he was dying.

"Yeah, he keeps getting worse and worse. I don't know what it is."

"It's because he's hurt and needs to see a doctor. Have you allowed him to eat or drink?"

"No, I don't know why," Stanley suddenly kissed her on the cheek, "I did that because I think that's what a prince should do."

Let it go. Focus on Hotch. "I-I appreciate that, Stanley," Prentiss stammered, "but I think that if you maybe gave Aaron something to eat or drink, we'll have a much better ball. If he keeps going like this, he'll die soon and I know that'll make you sad. How about I go with you to make sure that he's ok?"

"I can't do that. Momma and Daddy will get mad at me."

"Why don't you bring him up here?...Princes and princesses usually sleep in the same area," Prentiss suggested. Her heart jumped at Stanley's sudden smile. He jumped up and took off into the hallway.

Downstairs, Hotch was still lying on the kitchen floor, hovering in and out of consciousness. His body was beginning to fail him; his vision was blurry, his breathing was getting shorter and shorter, and his wounds were starting to get a hold of him.

Prentiss.

He had prayed every minute of his time in captivity that she was safe. When he saw her walk through that door, his hope was shattered. However, something about this was different. When Morgan and Reid had been injured in the line of duty, he had been worried, as a friend should. When Prentiss had been beaten and held hostage in Colorado, Hotch's world had fallen apart.

I need her safe. I need to get her out of her. If she dies, I don't know what I'd do. Hotch rolled over onto his stomach, finding himself facing the stairs. With all the strength he could muster, he pulled himself onto his knees and soon onto his feet. His legs felt like jelly; it took every ounce of energy to not collapse to his knees.

"Pre-Pre-Emily," he gasped as took two weak steps towards the stairs. He barely made it through his second step before he found himself face to face with Stanley.

"Please…no more," the agent cried out before falling onto his knees again. Stanley stated, "I'm not going to do anything bad, Aaron. I'm taking you to see the princess."

"O-Ok," Hotch whispered. Stanley took an arm around Hotch's waist and helped the agent up the stairs. They eventually made it to the room where Prentiss was. "I'll go get some food and water like you asked, Princess," Stanley said as he helped Hotch sit on the floor near the bed, "Don't worry."

Hotch and Prentiss exchanged nervous looks; until they were both rescued, they had no choice but to worry.