A/N : I'm Baaaack!!! ~ *Creepy voice* LOL. {SORRY! Somehow they must have gotten mixed up, HERE'S the real Seventh Chapter. x_x SORRY!}

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February 7th, 2007.

Four A.M. Four in the fucking morning and all they had to go on was Reid's vandalized car. Hotch leaned against a building, using his arm to pillow his already aching head. Why couldn't he have believed Reid before…?

Hotch shivered; even through the thickness of the black winter coat, the cold temperature of 3 degrees was still easily felt. He already had several squad cars out and searching for any signs of their youngest agent, their sirens blaring loudly in the cold night air. His agents, however, were trying to profile the evidence left in the car. Namely, the note with one single line.

This is what you get.

Sucking in a breath, Hotch knew he had to be strong or the rest of the team would fall apart, and so he pushed off the wall, then moving slowly back to the group, who were staring at Reid's car with a mixture of anger and horror on their faces. Addressing Morgan, Hotch spoke up softly.

"Alright, tell me what you have."

Morgan nodded, but refused to look away from the car as he stated,

"Reid had locked the doors from the inside. We know this because only the two front doors were open; the two back doors weren't. With the way the windows were beat in, I have to assume that they reached in and unlocked it, cause there's no way Reid would get out on his own unless it was at gun point, and then he'd only need to unlock one door, not two."

"We also assume he was dragged from the inside of the car out the passenger side door, because of not only the pool of blood that's still fresh…" Prentiss had to swallow before continuing, "But because there were bits of his shirt on the belt buckle that had most likely been ripped when he was forced out of the vehicle."

Rossi moved back to the group at that point, having been a few feet away, studying something on the ground as he then said,

"There are skid marks on the ground both behind and in front of where Reid's car is. This suggests he was corralled in, unable to escape. So assuming there was only one driver for each of the vehicles, and at least two men to vandalize Reid's car, drag him out of said car, and incapacitate him enough to take off with him, we're looking at the very least four men, approximately. If not more."

Hotch nodded, then looked at J.J., asking softly,

"And the note…?"

J.J. blinked back her tears as she fumbled for the note that she'd lain on the hood of the battered car, not wanting to touch it more than she had to and read it aloud to them again before saying,

"It's… very vague, but it leads me to believe this was really DT that's been going around killing people." J.J. then said, Hotch having explained to the entire team about DT on the short trip to the deserted road after they'd gotten the call that Reid's car had been found. "It's my opinion that capturing Reid was… like a warning to us to stay off their backs. Like this is what we deserved for even looking into the case. They're probably self righteous or extremist religious. Most likely the person who wrote this was narcissistic, and the fact that they printed the letters shows that the man who wrote this wanted his message to be extremely clear. His short spacing in between words and small letters, however, tell me he feels oppressed. The upward slant is at odds with his font, however, as it show's he's optimistic.

"I believe this means that he feels this is all for the better cause, or at least a better cause for himself. Probably a man in his late twenties, early thirties, no job or if he has one, he doesn't hold it in good standing and is about to be fired or quit."

Hotch nodded, but then Rossi was speaking again.

"These guy's seem to have a lot of rage in them. I mean, they had Reid trapped. Where could he have gone? And everyone around here knows the kid couldn't fight his way out of a wet paper bag; hell, he's as tiny and thin as a light pole. So why would they stick around to damage his car so much when they just could have grabbed him and left?" Then without waiting, Rossi answered his own question. "It's because all of this… all of it was a message to us. And it says to me, 'You're getting to close to figuring out it's us and who we are.' It's a scare tactic. I think we should go back to what we were previously reviewing and see if there's anything we missed on the first go-around."

But while Rossi's voice was calm and collected, Morgan suddenly lashed out, kicking Reid's punctured and flat tire.

"When we find these fuckers, I'm gonna put a bullet in each and every one of their heads." he spit out.

Not even Hotch, however, could find it in himself to berate Morgan for his outburst. Hotch had an increasingly dangerous feeling that this would be the straw that broke the camel's back.

Very literally.

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9:31 AM

J.J. walked into the bullpen, still fighting back tears as hard as she possibly could. She knew she had to stay focused enough to check through records they'd found before with Garcia, but her brows furrowed slightly as she walked into the tech room, and her ears were met with the sound of a phone ringing. Moving a bit further into the room, J.J. saw Garcia leaning back in her chair, tears soaking her cheeks as she rocked back and forth, the screens around her forgotten.

Hesitating, J.J. finally moved forward and laid a hand on Garcia's shoulder, startling her slightly.

"O-oh… J.J., I-I'm sorry…" Garcia stuttered out sadly, but J.J. shook her head.

"Don't be sorry, we're all at a loss… Why's your phone ringing…?"

But J.J.'s question only seemed to cause Garcia to cry a bit more as she mumbled out a,

"It's not… my phone that's ringing… I dialed Reid's number and… and he's not answering and… may-maybe if he just didn't realize that it was ringing, or vibrating, or… or…" Garcia's voice cracked and then she simply stopped talking, closing her eyes tightly and trying to calm herself.

How could this have ever happened to sweet, innocent Reid…? Sensing Garcia's inner turmoil, J.J. laid the files on the desk for just a few moments before wrapping her arms comfortingly around Garcia. And for a while, the two just embraced, grieving for the loss of a good friend whom they may never see again.

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6:28 PM

Prentiss and Morgan were sitting in the local police department, looking over the street cams, checking to see if they had caught any of Reid's assailants on camera. Unfortunately for them, it seemed as if all of the cams had been taken out around one in the morning, and resumed service at one thirty.

"These sons-of-bitches are good…" Morgan said through his teeth, trying to restrain himself from lashing out at the computer he was watching.

"I'll say. They had to cut off the cameras before Reid got there, hide, then block Reid off, incapacitate him, vandalize his car, and leave before the cameras came back on. That's quite a feat for just thirty minutes." Prentiss replied, placing the current recording on pause as she turned to face Morgan, her eyes drooping and the downward curve of her mouth showing him how tired and weary she was.

Shaking his head, Morgan returned his eyes to the computer screen he was supposed to be watching and just about leaped out of his chair, grabbing Prentiss by the arm and yanking her closer so she could see the screen. On it, was Reid's car, just pulling into the line of sight. Evidently, those 'sons-of-bitches' had missed a camera, and they were about to watch Reid's kidnapping from a head-on view.

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Extra A/N : Another chapter up! Hope you liked it, and don't forget to keep those reviews coming! Thanks again for waiting on my break, but I feel it was needed, and that now I'm able to focus slightly better on my writing after getting a few other things out of the way in my life.

- Lyon