A/N: And this is where I'll start Mixing. It's titled under a regular chapter, but it does have some BAU POV in it too. Thanks again to all who reviewed, and I hope this rather quick chapter considering how long you've had to wait for installations before shows you how much your reviews really mean to me. Thanks so much! 3

February 16th, 2007

BAU POV

11:48 PM

Prentiss' feet hurt so much, it felt like the soles were outright bleeding. Still, she kept her position, slightly crouched, with her gun pointed out in front of her, and sometimes behind her and Hotch incase there was someone following them. Still, it didn't look like they had anyone on their tails, and as the path continued amazingly on, so did they. Hotch hadn't said a word yet, and neither was Prentiss going to. If a little pain was all it took to get to Reid, she'd gladly take this walk seven times over. All that mattered was there was a friend, a partner on the line. And damn it, she was going to save him!

That didn't stop her feet from hurting any less, though.

February 17th, 2007

Reid's POV

12:01 AM

Reid shivered convulsively. He couldn't bare to open his eyes, not that he'd see much of anything if he did. His breathing was shallow, and his stomach's grumbling mingled with the blood rushing in his ears. Unfortunately, he could still hear all too clearly the footsteps coming closer and closer to his door, echoing ominously. He would either be saved, or condemned now. It was a 1.87369426948 chance that he might actually make it out alive, the same statistic that he might be hit by a shark.

... or was that lightning? No, getting bit by a shark was a 1.943... Reid shook his head. He couldn't even recall the statistics right with his mind in such a panic. Who was he then if he didn't have his numbers? A geek who could read super fast and trip over his own shoes whenever someone talked to him? A screw up FBI agent who got taken hostage almost every other mission?

Reid's tears were blurring what vision he might have had when the calm seeming footsteps stopped. They were close.. so close.. Reid had never prayed much. He hadn't seen the point in it, from a logical standpoint. There couldn't be a god; he couldn't see him, he couldn't touch him, he had no proof of these miracles bestowed upon humanity because of 'him'. But despite all this, he prayed now. He prayed that somehow he'd get out of this. That some how, the genius luck that made him so good at magic would come through and save him from Dire Trouble.

The door opened. Reid caught what breath he had left and ducked his head as far as he could; not that it would make any difference were they to shoot him in the head. His arms lashed upward at the chains that restrained him, trying to find some way to cover his head. He whimpered loudly. And then a voice that sounded so amazingly good to his ears sounded out above him, seconds before hands were at the chains, trying in some way to break them or loose them.

It was the voice of Prentiss.

" Oh my god, Reid! "

" Easy, Prentiss, don't do that, you're going to tighten them. " Hotch suddenly informed her, as she pulled at one, causing the chain to dig into Reid's arm and make him wince.

Reid wracked his brain for something to say. He knew they were waiting on him to say something; to do something. To tell them some kind of stats or statistics or even an unknown fact thta would let them know he was alright. Unfortunately, he could only croak out the first thing that came to his mind.

" I'm hungry.. "

Hotch and Prentiss gave dry chuckles, but they were cut off quickly by the sounds of gunshots being fired. Hotch gave Prentiss a grim look, but said nothing.

BAU POV

12:03 AM

Rossi's hand hesitantly lowered to Morgan's back. The muscled man flinched slightly, but didn't turn his still smoking gun on the senior agent behind him. His eyes were deadlocked on the white hues of one of the five men lying dead in the middle of the floor. Rossi thought Morgan was owed his due; yes he shot the five men. But in reality, it was self defense, as after a long bout of conversation, threats, bargins, more threats, and then the attempt to overwhelm the agents and take their lives, Morgan had finally fired five shots. All of them hitting their marks; all of the men falling.

Giving a small sigh, Rossi allowed his hand to fall from Morgan's back as he turned toward the door they'd had to come through all that time ago just to confront these bastards that had taken Reid. But as Rossi's hand laid on what was the doorknob, it wouldn't turn. He pressed, pushed, pulled, jerked, and even slammed his foot against the door once, which got Morgan's attention. Thankfully, however, the action did bring Morgan out of what might have been a very bad, spiraling mood, as he moved toward the door and gently moved Rossi out of the way.

" Here, let me do that. "

But no matter how Morgan himself attacked the door, it wouldn't open.

" Come on man... It's stuck! " Morgan exclaimed.

" Easy, hold on, let me try something. " Rossi said softly, his brows furrowed as he thought about their new situation.

Reaching into his pocket, Rossi flipped out his phone, but only for more disappointment. No bars.

They were stuck down here; they were now the ones in need of rescuing.