Chapter 10, I have now bumped up my story's rating to teen for lovely swear word reasons. Please enjoy this tale of insanity and fun Reid whump.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything about Criminal Minds, as much as I wish I did, I do not. I do however own the lovely Lieutenant and all her relations.

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"So what you're saying is that you won't give us back lucky number 13?" The voice on the line screeched.

"Yes that's exactly what I'm saying. We know who you two are, we will also soon know where you two are, Tyler." Hotch said calmly. Beside him Charlie was biting her knuckles in an attempt to not speak out.

"You fucking FBI AGENTS! Don't you get it? These girls will die now! All of them!" And with that shouted the line went dead.

"Garcia did you trace it?" Hotch asked.

"Yes sir, but it was to a pay phone 3 hours west of town." Garcia told him.

"Alright give the location to the officers and they'll go check it out." Hotch told her.

Suddenly Charlie exploded.

"Why won't you let me go to them? It will save those girl's lives!" She yelled.

"Because they're getting desperate. Soon enough, they will make a mistake and get themselves caught." Hotch told her calmly. "Morgan?"

"Yeah Hotch?"

"Please go with the Lieutenant to get some coffee." Hotch said, Morgan nodded then proceeded to escort Charlie toward the crappy police coffee.

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"Fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK! Those goddamn FBI!" Tyler yelled as he walked through the door of the storage unit. They were keeping the girls in a rented out storage unit, it was close to the motel where Tyler and Terrance were keeping residence.

"They're not giving precious back?" Terrance asked solemnly while he administered the drug to one of the 3 girls in their possession. Terrance had his father's bloodstained lab coat on. When they had killed his father he had just gotten home from the hospital, and Terrance being as strange as he was, stole it.

After he finished administering the drug he got to his feet, but suddenly something fell out of his pocket. He bent down to pick it up and saw that it was a small piece of paper with writing on it.

"Terry, what's that?" Tyler asked while snatching it away. He read the note and smiled, this was just the break they needed.

"Tyler, why are you smiling like me?" Terrance asked finally.

"Read this you moron." And so Terrance did and his fascination grew, on the note there was a name and a room number in the hospital, room number 113.

"It's a sign from beyond!" He yelled in excitement.

"It truly is..." Tyler muttered as he grabbed his and Tyler's guns and dropped the note to the floor. As they shut the metal door to the storage unit the light bulb strung from the ceiling swayed back and forth. One of the girl's, who was more lucid, saw the letters on the note. Whoever Special Agent Dr. Reid was, he was majorly screwed she thought slowly.

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"So he'll be okay?" JJ asked Dr. Brent.

"Yes. The anti-toxin is acting like his defender. It's making his body try to expel what it can't. In other words half of his healing is from the anti-toxin and the other half is from himself and his immune system." She answered while checking Reid's charts. Reid was once again asleep, he had a small fever of 100 degrees but it was nothing major.

"So he has the flu, to get rid of the poison?" JJ supplied.

"I guess that's one way to put it." The Doctor said chuckling. The doc finished Reid's mini check-up and left JJ.

"You have it rough Spence." JJ muttered.

"You have no idea." Reid murmured.

"Oh I didn't know you were awake."

"Well I am, and I really wish I wasn't." He said absentmindedly rubbing his head. The headache hadn't come back which was a plus, but the nausea, fever and vomiting were stuff he could live without.

"Do you need anything?" JJ asked.

"Yes, no, I don't know! All I know is that I want to be done with this!" Reid snapped. He was tired of being stuck in a bed all hours of the day, not being able to do his work. He was just proving to everyone that he was weak.

"Okay..." JJ said quietly. She wasn't exactly sure what to tell Spencer after that small little rant.

"I'm sorry, it's just extremely frustrating for me to be stuck here, while the team is out catching the unsubs. Doing work that I'm supposed to be helping them with. UGH! I just wish I wasn't so damn weak!" Spencer cried. JJ's face softened, she knew Reid had problems with the concept of being weaker.

"Spence, you're not weak. Everyone gets sick; you're no exception to that. So trust me, you are not in the least weak." She smiled and put a reassuring hand on his. He gave a small smile back in her direction.

"JJ?" He asked.

"Yeah, Spence?"

"Could you call Hotch and see what's going on? I promise I won't try to do any work. I just want to know what's going on and where they're at." He asked with pleading eyes.

"I guess..." she said and then proceeded to dig out her phone. She dialled Hotch's number and put the phone on speaker.

"Hotchner." The voice answered.

"Hey Hotch, its Reid and JJ, were curious to what's going on." Reid said with his scratchy voice.

"You shouldn't be asking that Reid, you're supposed to be resting. You were poisoned after all." Hotch replied sternly.

"I know, but I really want to try to be the least bit helpful." Reid muttered. JJ lightly smiled at the pouting kid look he had going on.

"Fine I'll give you some information but not anything we haven't already figured out." Hotch told him, "So the 13th vic's name is Lieutenant Lillian Moscoe. She works in some top secret part of the Marines. She can't tell us anything else because her work is classified. When she was 16 she was kidnapped and sexually assaulted by Terrance Michaels and Tyler Crane. There was never any penetration, but she said, and I quote, quite a lot of groping. They also drugged her with heroin; she was put into rehab by her father who found out via her older brother. Since then she has been in and out of university courses and she has traveled around due to her work."

"Michaels and Crane want her back so they can finish what they started 13 years ago. They are willing to trade the 3 girls for her. But we are not going to let Lt. Moscoe turn herself over to them because we are waiting for them to get desperate enough to make a mistake." Hotch finished. Reid was nodding his head in agreement, it did sound like a good plan. Also they weren't going to endanger Lt. Moscoe's life at all.

"Thanks Hotch, for letting me know what's going on." Reid said then let out a huge yawn. He realized he was getting tired, very tired. All the sickness he had been through in the past few days was really taking a toll on him. He slowly sunk back into the pillows and struggled to keep his eyes open. JJ noticed this and turned the phone off speaker then went into the hallway to update Hotch on Reid's condition. While she was talking she looked back to see Reid completely asleep with a peaceful look o his face.

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"Hi there, can I point you two in a certain direction?" The pretty nurse asked Tyler.

"Yes we're looking for room 113. You wouldn't happen to know where that is...?" He politely asked her. Terrance was standing beside him and was trying extremely hard to stand still.

"Yes, it's straight down that hall and to the left." She indicated with her finger which hall.

"Thank you ma'am, and may I say you are far too lovely to be a nurse." He smiled and winked at her as he and Terry made their way toward the hall. The nurse blushed and turned back to her work.

JJ had gone down to the cafeteria to get some coffee and Reid was still asleep. Suddenly he heard a crash in the room and his eyes snapped open. The first thing he noticed was there were two other people in the room with him, the second thing he noticed was he was staring straight into the barrel of a gun.

"Get up and get dressed doctor were going for a little drive." Tyler said and Terrance smiled from behind him and took out a small needle filled with Heroin.

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OOOOOH look at me making a cliff hanger. Yes I know Reid did Dilaudid, but that's technically drug store Heroin, so... Hope you enjoyed this chapter, I know I did...