Sunday – Afternoon

Savannah tugged at the rope that held her wrists tightly to the cold steel chair. Her head hurt and she was having a hard time focusing everything around her was blurry and she felt confused and drowsy.

She remembered returning to her apartment after her workout, her door was unlocked. She paused for a second before brushing it off as her own forgetfulness; with all that had gone on over the last day and a half it was understandable that she'd make a silly mistake or two. Besides, paranoia was for Derek and his world, for her, not so much. She lived in an upscale D.C. neighborhood with a big strong FBI agent as a neighbor, what could happen, right?

Her mind was consumed with Derek and the tender moment she had witnessed between her boyfriend and his best friend. She couldn't shake the vision of the two of them hand in hand eyes locked in a deep silent sweetness. Silence was indeed golden, those moments when no words spoke the loudest and in the moment perched between the threshold of truth and denial she had heard all she needed to hear. In those few moments when Derek and Penelope were unaware of her presence she had to admit that his heart was never really hers.

She didn't see the man, clothed in black face covered with a ski mask until his reflection from the microwave startled her. But then it was too late to fight or scream, too late to stop him from grabbing her tightly around her neck muffling her voice with his gloved hand and holding her preventing her from breathing until she was unconscious.

Why was she here in this small room alone? It didn't make sense; she had no enemies and hadn't done anything to warrant being yanked from her home against her will. Her eyes began to clear as she looked around the empty room; empty except for her and the chair that she was bound to. On the opposite wall was a large window but she couldn't see through to the other side and it reminded her of the interrogation rooms she'd seen in every police show on TV. She wanted to scream or call out for help but for some unknown reason she chose to remain silent and wait for what she wasn't quite sure.

Potomac General Hospital –

This was Morgan's second day in the hospital and he was feeling restless. He was also frustrated because his pain hadn't subsided and he'd grown to look forward to the time when the nurses would come in with his pain medication. What made it worse was that the doctors had stopped the morphine and instead resorted to a non-addictive alternative, which meant he had to wait longer for relief. He hated being confined to such a small bed and not being able to move around without permission or help. The left side of his body had taken the hit from the truck that had barreled into his SUV leaving him with three broken ribs, a broken collarbone and a broken left arm. With some internal bleeding and a concussion to boot, the doctors said it could have been worse and for that he tried desperately to be thankful.

He was looking forward to seeing Garcia later. He had already prepared himself for a long day since the team was away on a case and she was back at Quantico working. Savannah would also be stopping by soon before her shift in the ER started. She had a surprise for him and he was hoping it would be food that would replace the horrible hospital grub. He couldn't recognize it as anything he'd chosen on the menu and it tasted like some sort of experimental dog food that had been rejected by the FDA. He was hungry and he was grumpy; he wanted to go home and he wanted to get back to work.

The hours he'd spent alone in his room had given him time to think about his life and how he had avoided making decisions that would force him to be responsible for his actions. He'd run from relationships, ignored the fact that it was more between him and Garcia and to make matters worse, he got involved with a great woman that didn't deserve to be mislead into thinking that she could have a future with him. He was wrong, even if Garcia had never made a move to be his and had chosen Kevin and then Sam over him. It only mattered that he loved her and remained silent about it. He had so many chances to fight for her to convince her that his feelings for her went beyond the superficial flirting. Now Savannah was a part of his life and she was living a lie without her knowledge or consent. This was worse than spending his time with the nameless women of his past, at least they knew what their time with him really meant. Now he had convinced a woman that he loved her and needed her and was committed to being with her and no one else. He had to make it right and the only way to do that was to release her, he owed her that much. Even if Penelope didn't feel the same about him he had to be honest with Savannah.

New York Police Department Metro Division –

Hotch and Rossi couldn't help but notice the odd stares as the five agents entered the busy precinct and headed toward the homicide division. A familiar face met them halfway and seemed confused as well as he greeted the team.

"Agent Hotchner, Agent Rossi…what brings you all to our neck of the woods? Detective Brustin asked.

Six years ago, the BAU worked alongside Brustin and his partner Detective Cooper in bringing down a local terrorist cell that had terrorized the city for weeks. It had been a tough case several Federal agents had been killed, Cooper had been seriously injured; Kate Joyner, who headed the New York office lost her life when the SUV that she and Hotch had rode in blew up just as they were approaching it. Hotch had also been injured but all things considered he'd got off pretty good. Morgan had incurred the wrath of Hotch and Garcia when he decided to drive an ambulance carrying a huge bomb to central park narrowly escaping with just minor bumps and bruises.

"We were invited, Detective." He answered puzzled at the question.

"Really? What case?"

"Detective Ron Aronson requested our help on the nun killings case."

"We closed that case two days ago. It must be some mistake. Detective Aronson, you say?"

"Yes. Is he around?"

"We don't have a Detective Aronson here?"

The team exchanged glances with each other. This was strange never had they been invited in on a case that had been solved before they even received the invitation and by a detective that didn't exist.

"Could maybe one of the other precincts have a detective by that name?"

"Maybe but the case was run out of this precinct. I've been in this city for over twenty years agent the name doesn't sound familiar but I'll have someone check it out for you. Why don't you all relax in the conference room and I'll get right back to you."

"Thanks, Detective."

As the team took seats around the table, Hotch dialed Cruz back at Quantico. Something was wrong and he needed answers. Someone had gone through a lot of effort to send them on a wild goose chase.

"Hotch, I spoke to this Detective at length, he sent me the case file and I called you guys in. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary."

Cruz was quite proud of himself he'd managed to get Hotch and the rest of them out of town and distracted. He knew that as a unit it would be nearly impossible for his plan to work. Even though his original plan of having half of them taken out in a car accident didn't pan out he still felt optimistic that he'd get his wish of destroying the elite group. Now Morgan, the strong fearless one, was lying in the hospital alone with no one around to have his back. None of them would see it coming and they were powerless to stop him from killing their injured friend and the woman he loved and before he was done they'd all be dead.

Potomac General Hospital –

Derek glanced at the clock on the wall and noticed it was getting near the start time of Savannah's shift. He was surprised that she had not arrived it was unlike her to be late. He wanted to call her but the pain and the fact that his entire left arm and shoulder was wrapped and immobile prevented him from reaching his cell phone.

Two male orderlies and a young attractive female nurse entered his room. The nurse smiled and approached his bed; he hadn't seen her before but it didn't matter it was good to see another human being and the fact that she held a syringe in her hand made him happy. The doctors surely decided that the other meds were a waste of time and decided to show him a little mercy.

"Good afternoon, Agent. I'm Lydia your nurse for this evening."

"Hey."

He watched her push the meds into his IV line and relaxed into his pillow waiting for the relief to overtake him.

"Pain meds?" He asked cheerfully.

"Something like that." She responded. "The doctors have ordered some x-rays so we thought it would be best to give you something."

"Great, more tests."

The nurse nodded to the two large men who had until then stood motionless and silent near the door. They moved toward the bed and began unhooking monitors and removing the IV bags and placing them on the bed. Morgan began feeling drowsy and lightheaded. He'd never had this reaction from the meds before. The morphine made him feel blissful and pain free but not like this and not this fast.

"Wow what was in that dose?"

"Just relax Agent Morgan. This will be over in no time."

"Where did you say you were taking me?"

The two men began buckling the large black belt across his legs and upper body securing him tightly to the bed. The meds continued to take over his reasoning abilities and he began to sink into a heavy darkness.

"Just relax…"

"What's going on? What are…you…"

The blackness covered him like a wool blanket he couldn't move or think or make sense of the blackness. This was wrong…he needed his team…he wanted to fight, to scream but the blackness held him still and silent.