Peekabooo: Hey guys! I wrote this at 4:21 in the morning! WOOT! I hate this chapter though. :( It's kinda sad...and evil...and mean. I hope you like it! That made no sense..haha. And if you haven't heard yet, Seaver (Rachel Nichols) is leaving Criminal Minds and Emily (Paget Brewster) Is coming back! I was sor happy when I found out.

If Reid seems a little out of character, I'm sorry. I made him pretty brave in this chapter.

BTW: School gets out June 3rd so I'll probably be updating twice a week once school ends.

Reid coughed and opened his eyes. His world was fuzzy and his vision was blurred. Everything was mixed together in a way that was uncomfortable and frustrating. He blinked a few times and his eyes focused. He was in a different room which wasn't soothing, and his hands were bound to the chair he was sitting in. He heard a sound that came from behind him and then Doyle came into view.

"Good morning Dr. Reid. Did you sleep well?" Doyle mock laughed and then pulled a knife out from his jacket pocket. Reid didn't know how to answer so he didn't.

Doyle put the knife to Reid's throat. "Now. Back to business."

"What do you want?" Reid spit out.

"I think you know. You're a genius right?"

"No. I really don't." Reid replied.

"I want Emily Prentiss," Doyle whispered in Reid's ear.

"You killed Emily Prentiss. She's dead." Reid's voice shook.

"She isn't dead. And you know it. Now where is she?"

"She is dead! I told you!" Reid exclaimed, angry. Doyle killed Emily. He didn't deserve to want her.

"Then what are these?" Doyle hissed and pulled pictures from his pocket. He unfolded them carefully and showed them to Reid.

There in front of him was a close image of a change Emily Prentiss. And it was her. A different version of her though. Her hair was lighter and shorter. She had a lot of makeup on and a scar on her forehead but it was her.

In the next image, She was sitting at a table and across from her sat a blonde woman. A few seconds later Reid wondered if it was JJ. It surely was possible. But JJ wouldn't do that.

The next picture was a closer image of the blonde woman's face. It was beautiful. And it was definately JJ.

"If it were me I would have taken them both out right then. But it wasn't me. It was one of my men. He figured out where her apartment was but she was gone already."

Reid refused to believe it. "No. No. JJ wouldn't do that. Niether would Emily. They wouldn't do that."

"Oh but they did. And you know where Emily is. So spit it out and I'll let you go."

"i told you that I don't know. I didn't even know she was alive," Reid was still in shock.

"I guess we'll just move into phase two," Doyle laughed, "I like phase two."

Doyle rolled Reid's sleeves up and cut a deep gash into one arm. Reid took in sharp breath and felt the blood trickle down his hand.

"Tell me where Emily is," Doyle's voice jeered.

"I don't know where she is," Reid said again, trying not to focus on the pain.

"I think you do." Doyle cut into Reid's arm again.

"I don't."

Another cut.

"Tell me." Doyle cut again, just for fun.

"If I knew I would tell you." Reid had tears in his eyes and his arms were wet with blood. The cuts were deep and painful.

Doyle seemed to realize something and he put the kinfe away. He left the room. Reid could hear his footsteps fade into the distance and he struggled to break away from the chair. He knew the cuts were bad by the way that they burned. It was excruciating. He hoped that he wasn't losing too much blood.

A part of him wanted to think about Emily. But the other part didn't. His brain thought so fast he couldn't stop. He had just gotten used to her being gone. He had accepted that she was dead. And now she wasn't. Reid didn't take change very well and this was a lot of change. But the truth or not it made sense. Everything made sense then. But JJ had lied about something that had hurt him and the whole team.

Reid rejected that thought once it enetered his mind. No. JJ wouldn't do that. Not to him.

Reid's thoughts started to grow fuzzy and he got sick to his stomach. He figured it was from blood loss. He tried to stay awake but it didn't work. He plunged into a dream he didn't want to dream. It was full of Doyle, Emily, and JJ.

When Reid did enter consciousness it was only little by little. He still drifted in and out. He came to full alertness about an hour later and felt worse than ever. His cuts hurt, he was hungry, he was thirsty and he had to go to the bathroom. He felt like he had a bad hang over.

He coughed and tried to think optimistically.

The team will save me.

I'm gonna be okay.

I'm not gonna die.

I won't show weakness.

The team is figuring out where I am right now.

Morgan is going to kill Doyle just like he always wanted to.

Hm. That'll be nice.

Doyle strode into the room arrogantly, holding his head up high. He had a camera in his arms.

"Maybe you don't know anything but that blonde friend you have does, doesn't she?" Doyle taunted Reid with the camera. He flipped the on the camera and snapped a picture of Reid.

"Don't go near her," Reid said through his teeth. JJ was like his big already died. He couldn't let anything happen to JJ. And Doyle was accusing her of something she didn't do.

Doyle didn't say anything as he took a few more pictures of Reid and his bloody arms and he left the room again. Reid sat there for a long time. Just waiting. And waiting.

The team sat around their table, minds pondering. There wasn't anything except the phone call, his gun, and the knocked over table, that they had to go on. Garcia couldn't find anything on any 'dull' and the team was just waiting for something to happen. There just wasn't anything to do.

"JJ?" Anderson popped his head into the office, "You got something delivered at the front desk."

"Bring it here," JJ sighed.

Anderson walked over and handed her the manilla envelope. Her name was scribbled messily onto the front in big letters. She tore it open and dug inside the envelope for a few moments. Then she pulled out a shiny photo. It was Reid. His arms were bloody and he had a black eye.

"Oh god," she whispered and she dropped the picture back into the envelope.

"What is it?" Morgan asked right away. But JJ couldn't answer.

"Jay?" Garcia looked at her friend, worriedly.

"JJ, what is it?" Hotch demanded.

JJ tried to say something but her breath caught and she was silent.

There were more pictures inside but there was a sticky note taped to one of them. JJ slowly pulled it out, fearing what it would say. But all it said was something simple.

'I want Emily.'