Finn woke up and looked around. His hand was shackled above his head and even though he was on a mattress he was in a small cubby that walled him in on each side with only barely enough room for him to stretch out. There was a small door next to his head and a window by his hip but little more. He coughed and tried to call for help when the little door opened. He screamed when the face of his captor smiled down at him. He was bigger than this man but in his sick and hurt condition he couldn't fight back.

A knife was pressed to his collar bone," Sing to me." The middle aged man instructed, " Sing, Bobby."

"I can't." Finn barely whispered

"Sing, Bobby!" The knife dug into Finn's skin causing him to cry out weakly.

"My name isn't Bobby!" Finn cried hoarsely as tears rolled down his fevered cheeks.

"Sing! I warned you that if you don't…" The man ran his free thumb across his neck like a knife across his throat. Finn sobbed then quickly thought of a song. He chose Bother by Stone Sour. It wasn't popular but for some reason it popped into his head.

"Wish I was…Too dead to cry….My self-affliction fades…" He had to cough painfully between each phrase.

"Sing better." The man yelled.

" Stones to throw at my creator, the masochist to which I cater, you don't need to bother…" Finn collapsed into a fit of coughing that caused a new round of tears, his lungs ached and his head pounded.

"Bad Bobby!" The man struck Finn in the face.

"I'm sick! Please let me go!" Finn coughed and it felt like his throat was being torn out.

"Sing better!"

"I don't need to be! I'll keep slipping farther, but once I hold on, I won't let go 'till it bleeds." Fynn was struck with another lung shattering round of coughs.

"You are being really bad." The man shouted.

"I need some water!" Finn cried but the small door slammed shut. Finn pounded on it as hard as he could. He fell asleep into a delirious dream. The box opened and the other Glee members were around him, humming. He busted out in ," Help! I need somebody, Help, not just anybody, Help!" But his fever sent him spiraling into a nightmare that was as bad as his reality. He was half asleep half awake when a cold hand touched his burning head and he weakly pulled away, "Ge' 'way fr'm m' you nas'y little m'n." He mumbled as he weaved in and out of the oncoming fever. The last thing he remembered before officially falling into the sleep was refreshing, cool water running down his throat.

Reid sat in the corner of the room watching Kurt fix his wet, drying hair. Kurt loved to sing and he was pleasant to listen to but recently all of his songs had been about separation or death. He was afraid of losing Finn forever. The storm had gotten worse and they wouldn't let Reid leave so he sat in Kurt's room on a chair in the corner reading his files.

Kurt stopped rubbing crème on his face and swallowed hard. Reid looked up, "Are you alright?"

"Yes. Do you mind if I turn on some music to sing to?" It had been an entire day since they had been called in but Reid told him every few minutes it was ok if he turned on music or, if he was in the mood, turn the music off.

"It's alright. I enjoy your voice."

"Thanks." He stood and turned his ipod on and music started in the speakers as Curt sat back down and started humming to it, "Seems like just yesterday, you were a part of me, I used to stand so tall ,I used to be so strong. Your arms around me tight, everything felt so right, unbreakable, like nothing could go wrong. Now I can't breathe, No, I can't sleep, I'm barely hanging on. Here I am, once again, I'm torn into pieces, Can't deny it, can't pretend, just thought you were the one. Broken up, deep inside, But you won't get to see the tears I cry! Behind these hazel eyes!" Kurt started sobbing as the song continued on. Reid knew the song was Behind these hazel eyes by Kelly Clarkson, but Kurt sounded like he was supposed to be singing that song.

"Are you ok?" Reid said, shifting uncomfortably in the black and white hoodie. It was the right height but the wrong width, way to large on him. The green stripe across it was the only thing that made it match the blue jeans with green stripe down the legs.

"Dad!" Kurt yelled. He stood up and his Dad ran down the stairs and he fell into his arms, crying. The song, my life would suck without you by Kelly Clarkson came on. Reid felt uncomfortable with the scene.

"It's ok, Kurt, It's ok."

"It's raining and storming and thundering and scary out there. Finn is sick and probably so scared! I should be with him! I should have been with him." Reid suddenly got an idea and ran past them both and up the stairs where he had better service. He stood in the kitchen and called Hotch.

"Hotchner." Hotch answered.

"Hotch. Have you noticed all the mistakes they made this time? They took him two weeks sooner than the others and he left the sibling behind. Either he's getting closer to his real target or this Finn kid is just like whoever the killer is roleplaying about. This may be his last…"

"So that means either this kid has a really high chance or a really low one."

"Not only that but you notice how the other ones had siblings. Those siblings were killed and posed. What if … Hang on." Reid ran back down the stairs, "Do you mind if I ask you a question?"

Kurt nodded, "Of course." He wiped his eyes they brushed his hair back, he did that a lot.

"Were you sick as well?"

"When Finn was taken? Yes. I was just getting over it. Dad said to stay home but, once he left…" tears poured onto the boys pale cheeks that were quickly flushing, "I went to school. Mercedes gave me a ride."

"You hear that, Hotch? They had probably thought that he was supposed to stay home. When they came for Finn and saw Kurt wasn't here they probably freaked out. Once Finn saw them they had to take him so…" Hotch cut him off.

"They may come back for the other sibling. I'll send a squad over."

"Thanks, Hotch." He turned off his phone.

"What did that mean?" The weary father asked.

"Kurt must stay near me at all times. We believe they may come back for him to complete their fantasy. Schizophrenia keeps them stuck in another reality where Finn may look like a dead brother or father or son of the unsub. From the look of the other cases they may have problems with another family member getting in the way, like a younger brother who the father cared more about or even an uncle they had that mistreated them or Finn's look alike. "

"Why would they kill them if they feel these people are so important?"

"Because in their fantasy something always goes wrong, they stop singing or they realize that it isn't who they thought it was or they believe he betray them. Anything could trigger it." Reid supplied.

"You said they…" Kurt whispered, "Does that mean more than one attacked him?"

"I think so." Reid nodded and smiled.