Every pasting day they grew impatience with this man but the good thing was he did not stream another video but that also meant he was mad at them for getting the answer right and that couldn't be good for Reid.

They all saw the flashing images of Reid being burned and the screaming that now echoed in the head without pause. But they had saved him last round from any more pain, that had to count for something but it wasn't enough, they all knew that this guy wanted to be greater then them and show that they were a terrible family. They had just proven him wrong and he was infuriated and now that Reid was alone with him, they could only imagine what that man was doing to Reid but even then they thought of things ten times worse.

JJ, of course now was feeling like the world was breaking around her, the only thing holding her together was the sound of her son. She loved him more than anything and she knew one day she would tell him the truth but right now she was more focused on telling Reid the truth when he got back, if he ever got back. JJ she almost in tears when her son's voice was taken away and she had to hang up the phone, she wasn't holding it together properly. She needs to stop being stupid and act like an FBI agent and not a poor little girl.

Morgan on the other hand was imagining what he was going to do to this punk when he got a hold of him. He had learnt now not to blame himself but to blame the asshole who had done this to Reid. After all he was the one he took Reid, made him defenceless and then made it out as though it was their fault it was happening. Nope, Morgan wasn't falling for it anymore, he was now just focusing on a way to find Reid and then beat the shit out of this guy.

Emily was as worried as the rest but was holding it in. But her mind was failing her now, she kept seeing Reid over again and it drove to the point of insanity. She knew this guy was just playing with them but she couldn't believe it was working and it was now distracting her from finding Reid and that was what was killing her now. She took breathes every now and again to try and remain on top of things and control the thought that were streaming through her head and it was only just working, only just.

Hotch and Rossi were more on the same level of things and they seemed ok on the outside but on the inside was where things were falling apart but they would never let it show, they were leaders and they had a job to do and this was their job. They kept saying to themselves, 'this is just another case,' but it wasn't, this time they were the victims and they didn't like it one bit.

The poor Garcia had surprisingly turned from tears to anger and was nailing her keyboard with rage. She was determined that was for sure. She was on a mission to save her Junior G-man and she will tear anyone in her path. She was now working harder than ever before and she wasn't thinking what if, she was thinking of what to buy Reid when he returned, a tiny teddy, or a large teddy?

Reid's POV

I'm going to survive for much longer; I'm running out of time, I have to think of something. I was observing the behaviour of the two men. I couldn't break the dominate male but the younger one was weaker, he could easily be persuaded but if he tries to get at the younger male, the young man might instantly tell the dominate male and that wouldn't be pleasant for him but he had to take the chance.

As the young man was cleaning the room I was in, I took my chance, "Hey, wh- what's your name?" I have to try a build a form of trust if I am ever going to try and get him to help me.

"Don't you remember?" Had I heard it before? "It's Peter," Peter said with a whisper as not to draw the older one's attention.

"Peter, you need help me, I know you think that man's helping you but he's hurting you, I can help y-you to get away from him," I tried to saying in a calming voice but my plan depended on this moment.

"I can't if he finds out…" I stopped him before he could finish his sentence.

"He can't hurt you, you need to trust me on this," The poor eyes looked straight at me with pain riddled in them.

I wasn't even aware that Peter had gotten up and grabbed a pair of wire cutters and cut the wire around my wrists. The stinging was painful but the sweet release of being able to move my hands without having pain surge up my arm was a relief.

"Thank you, we need…" Before I could finish the sentence the door swung open.

"What the hell have you done!" The voice was drenched in angry and fury. Oh god what is going to happen now.