Here you go. I also felt very sketchy writing this…Not sure why. Oh, and just to let you know…the first part is normal POV, then the UnSub's, then Bella's. Sorry if it's confusing.

Morgan set down his phone, worry etched onto his face. Bella and Andrew weren't answering their phones. Typically, this wouldn't be a big deal, but with a teen-capturing torturer who specifically targeted them on the loose and the sick feeling welling up in his stomach, Derek felt that something was off. He just didn't know what. Bella may not have always been consistent with the answering of her phone, but Andrew always picked up his cell. Literally. The "missed calls" list on his phone was completely empty.

Derek picked up his phone and quickly dialed the number of one of the policemen guarding the elevators. He picked up on the second ring.

"Hello, Agent Morgan? Everything okay?" The cop said to his headset.

"I was going to ask you the same thing. Isabella and Andrew aren't answering my calls, which is uncommon. I need you to check up on their room immediately." Derek said hurriedly.

"Yes, sir. I'm on it." The officer replied, clicking the up button in the elevator.

"Hurry. And keep me on the phone." Derek responded anxiously.

After reaching the correct floor, the officer ran down the hall to Derek's door. He knocked, getting no response. He knocked again, harder this time.

"Okay, I'm not getting anything." The officer informed.

"Shit. Get in that room. NOW." Derek demanded, panicking.

The officer took out his universal room key and did as he was told, his gun at the ready.

"It's clear. They're not in here." He declared after a moment of silence. "Hello?" He asked. Derek had hung up.

Derek stood up. "Hotch! Guys! Isabella and Andrew are gone! Get over here. NOW! We're going to the hotel!" He announced to everyone in the room, grabbing his keys and running out the doors, not caring if anyone actually followed. He ran all the way to the car, his mind racing, praying that Bella and Andrew were actually in the room and the officer was just an idiot. Just as he was strapping in, the team caught up with him, panting, and their eyes wide with fear. They squeezed themselves inside Derek's car, despite the lack of space. Derek switched on the police lights and sped out of the parking lot.

As soon as the car was in front of the hotel, Derek grabbed the keys out of the ignition and ran out of the car, without a word to the others. He jogged through the lobby, got in a vacant elevator (all the stairs were locked as Derek requested), the team on his heels. The doors opened and ran he down the hall to his room, where about eight or so officers were milling around the door. He pushed past them, charging into the suite.

It looked normal. He walked into the kitchen. It looked exactly the way it did this morning. Only without Andrew and Bella. He turned around to find the whole team behind him, worried expressions occupying their faces.

"The police said they definitely aren't here. But, all the windows are still locked. That's a good sign. But they haven't done much searching, though. Not much is confirmed. I'm sure Bella and Andrew just got bored and left. They're fine." JJ said, laying a hand on Derek's shoulder.

Derek nodded. "Let's start looking." He whispered quietly.

"I'll call them again." Reid said, flipping open his phone.

Morgan heard a noise from the bedroom. He whipped out his gun and motioned to Prentiss to come along. She followed close behind. As they got entered the room, guns at the ready, they realized it was just a buzzing cell phone. Andrew's cell phone. It was sitting on the bed, lit up and vibrating with the words "Spencer Reid" on the screen. He put the gun back in its holster and reached for the phone.

"Hey Spence, it's in here." He called out. He glanced at the bed, noticing Bella's phone sitting on it, as well. "Bella's phone is, too."

Reid, Hotch, Penelope, JJ and Rossi filed into the room.

"I called the local P.D. and reported them missing, just so everyone will be on the look out. We should probably look around the suite. Maybe there's an indication of where they went. " Hotch explained. Derek turned around, preparing to dig around the bed, which was covered in cards. Hotch stopped him. "Morgan, wear gloves. Um, just to be on the safe side. You never know."

Morgan swallowed and looked at Reid, praying it wouldn't come to that. He snapped on his gloves and began to slowly wander the room, looking for a hint as to where the kids might be.

Noticing all the frightened and somber faces of the team, Rossi spoke up. "Hey, remember what JJ said? This is Andrew and Bella. They wouldn't do something reckless. They're probably fine."

Morgan looked up. "I seriously hope so, man." He answered before sifting back through the cards.

It looked like they were playing poker. And by the looks of it, someone just won.

Two hands were face up, one with three nines, one with a pair of sevens. All the money was pushed to one side (the side with the three-nines hand). Where could they possibly have gone?

"Guys! GUYS! Get over here!" Derek heard Spencer yell. Derek raced from the room to where Spencer was standing.

"What is it, Reid?" Hotch asked. Spencer just shook his head and handed Hotch his phone.

Hotch put it on speaker. "Hello?"

"Hello. I told you I'd get them. It was simple." A voice taunted.

Morgan lunged for the phone, snatching it from Hotch's grip. "Listen, you. You don't touch them! Don't you lay a hand on them or I will find you and literally pound you into the floor. Why don't you try to fight people your own size? Huh? No you hide behind your little screen. You son of a bitch." He ranted.

There was a light laugh and a click. He had hung up. Derek's insides burned. He dropped the phone and ran towards the hotel door. He went straight up to the group of officers.

"Which of you was guarding the elevators?" He bellowed. Two blonde officers stepped forward. Derek grabbed both of their shirts. "What the hell is wrong with you two? You had one job. Just one. And you screw it up. He has them. You hear me? He has them! What? Is it so hard to make sure no one goes through these halls?" He demanded, yelling in their faces.

"Morgan!" Spencer yelled, grabbing his shoulders. "Let go of them. It's not their fault."

Derek softened and let go of them. "Sorry…just a bit wound up." He mumbled. He looked up at his team. They all stared back, alarm visible in their eyes. "We need to find him."

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It worked. I got them. He said I wouldn't, but I did. I thought I wouldn't be able to. I saw the cops and the closed stairs and I thought maybe I wasn't clever enough to take them undetected. But then, the kids- the stupid, idiotic kids –just wandered on out of their room, chatting as loud as possible. As soon as I saw them through the peephole, I knew I could grab and pull 'em in easily. I mean, they were holding onto each other and the girl, she had the injured leg. It was just way too simple. And to add to it, they stopped right in front of my room, arguing.

How ideal. I whipped open the door and yanked them in. Done. The hard part was over.

I had to get them to shut up and cooperate. This part was easy. That's why having two of them was better. They were connected. They cared for each other. All I had to show them was if one didn't listen, the other would hurt and then they wouldn't dare to try to resist me. Just one flash of that gun…that's all it took. I strapped them in chairs and told them just how smart I was. And how terrible they were. I could literally see the horror in their eyes. It was beautiful. I then grabbed my cell phone, dialing the number of Doctor Spencer Reid. He answered but said nothing to me. I heard him yell and everyone gathered on the other side. When I heard somebody say "Hello?", I told them what I did. Derek began to rant and I watched the kid's faces turn from fear to pure depression. And guilt.

Perfect. I hung up.

Then, it was the escaping part. I dressed up. Then, I took the little brats and shoved them into suitcases. Suitcases. How fucking inventive does it get? I had to keep them alive to show their little families, but I wanted nothing more than to shove them in those things without any air tanks. That'll give them something to cry about. Teenagers were so dramatic. Their faces…they were so shocked. Then, so upset. Crying, looking like they were sad. Fucking babies. Did they not realize this was their fault? They left their hotel room. God, they deserved to hurt. They needed to feel real pain. And I was more than happy to supply it.

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I knew I should've screamed. I really did. Derek always told me that, God forbid, I get taken, I should scream and scream and scream because in the end of the day, it's my life on the line and if I don't scream I will most likely get killed anyways. I always promised him I would and wondered why most people didn't do that. Now, I know why. Because they can't. Because for a second, you're in shock. Then, you realize what's going on. And it's so scary, that you're frozen, inside and out. By the time you register that you should scream and struggle, he has already got his hand wrapped around your mouth and friend duct-taped to a chair. And then it comes. The guilt. You are suddenly flooded with this horrible epiphany that this is your fault. Everyone told you not to leave: Derek, Spence, and Andrew. But you did anyways and now, Andrew is suffering. You're eyes fill with tears as you face you're best friend, his eyes more scared than you've ever seen them. And when he lets go of your mouth, for that one little second, screaming is the last thing on your mind. You have to apologize. You squeak out a little "I'm sorry" to your friend before your mouth is restricted again. It doesn't change a thing, but at least he knows. And by then, any chance you had to scream is gone because your mouth is taped and you're stuck to a chair, unable to move or speak.

At first, I didn't know it was the UnSub. I thought it was just a creep in a hotel. He reached down and picked up my chair and carried me so I was sitting directly next to Andrew. I thought he was just going to kill us. Some psycho murderer. But when he lowered his voice and explained what was going to happen, I knew exactly who he was.

"Andrew." He said looking at him. "Your name is Andrew. You're Spencer's. And you're Isabella. You're Derek's. I know. I studied up on you two. I knew you were here and so I came. I told them I'd get you. I didn't know how yet, but I was going to get you. I saw the police when I checked in. They tried to protect you. But you guys didn't listen. I told them you were bad. I told them. They didn't think so! But I knew you guys were bad! I knew it. I knew you wouldn't listen to them! I saw you, walking down the hall. You made it so easy. Stupid, idiotic kids. You never listen." He bellowed, getting louder and louder with each second. He stopped, taking a deep breath, then continuing calmly. "And now, you're mine. I'm going to punish you for not listening. I'll give you what you deserve. I'll show them." He took his phone and dialed a number.

I heard Spencer yell frantically then silence on the other line. Then Hotch's uncertain "Hello?". Then Derek's voice filled the air. I saw the man smile as Derek went on and on. I heard how upset I made everyone and I wanted to die, right then. The man laughed and hung up. He smiled evilly at me and went to another room.

It all made sense now. The extra protection, the paranoia. If only I had listened…I turned to Andrew, letting my tears fall. He shook his head and made a muffled "Shhh…" sound. I stopped crying and he nodded. Then, he leaned his forehead against mine and closed his eyes. I saw his cheeks rise into an attempted-smile. My eyes filled up again. He was forgiving me. It was my fault. I screwed over his whole life, I might've gotten him killed and he forgave me. I closed my eyes, trying to make the tears quit. I was the worst person alive.

We heard a small thud and sprung apart. The man returned to the room. He was in new clothes. He looked professional, like he was a businessman. His disguise. He got down on one knee.

"Now, we have to get out of here before they find us." He said softly, sounding eerily calm.

He brought out two big empty suitcases, two tiny tanks and a big bag of clothes. He kept my arms and legs tied very tight, but untied my middle section. He quickly removed my boot, revealing my swollen and bruised leg. "Shattered knee, right?" He asked, already knowing the answer. "That just won't work for this." Then, he picked me up and set me inside one of the suitcases. I would've struggled and squirmed, but my leg was searing with pain. I tried to scream through the tape and managed to get out the tiniest squeak before he stopped me.

"Whoa there missy. I'd cooperate because if not, your little friend might have to pay." He said, flashing the gun in his back pocket. He was still using his soft, happy voice. I shut up. He turned to Andrew. "You, too. One little struggle and Isabella here will be in pain. Okay?"

I cringed. His voice saying my name just sounded wrong. We both nodded. I couldn't let Andrew get hurt for my mistake. The man then made me lay down in the suitcase. He put one of the tanks in there with me. He out a finger to his lips and slowly peeled off the duct tape off my lips and swiftly replaced it with a little mask that was connected to the tank. Then he taped over my mask, making it impossible to talk again. I took a breath. It was an oxygen tank. Next, he shoved a handful of clothing all around me in the spaces of the case that weren't filled. He then tied rubber strip around my upper arm and pulled a needle from his pocket. The needle had clear liquid inside. He flicked it twice before stabbing into the crease of my arm. Pain seared through my arm. I tried to scream and I saw Andrew squeeze his eyes shut. My eyes watered. Through blurry eyes, I saw him repeat what he did to me with Andrew. I wanted to yell for him to leave Andrew alone, but my brain felt disconnected to my body. So I lay there, watching him get shoved into a suitcase and stabbed with a needle. Then, things went black.

Okay, so I have a question for you guys. I saw the girl who I based Bella off of and I told her about this and she read it. She liked it. :) I asked if I could post a link to a picture of her so you guys could see what I imagined Bella being, and she said sure. I'll only do it if you guys want me to. I could understand why people wouldn't want me to. Let me know! Her name is Ashley (that's where Bella got her middle name. She, like me, had a brain tumor and we met at the hospital. She was there for me in one of my hardest times. That's why I based this character off her.

Reviews are appreciated. :D