Voices…he heard voices…or did he? Paris couldn't tell, the voices sounded like they were far away and muffled…like they were outside.

Maybe he was imaging it…

One thing Paris knew he wasn't imagining was the ticking… tick tock tick tock, but every time Paris tried to look to where the clock was, his eyesight was blurry and no amount of rubbing eased the blurriness.

He tried to sit up, but felt dizzy and still so tired….and cold…very cold

The ticking slowed, beating slowly…

"!" the alarm going off stabbed at Paris's eardrums like a knife, but blinking, Paris was able to see the outline of an old fashion alarm clock he could finally see it…it looked like the one in that movie Hook, the kind Captain Hook had been afraid of, the kind that had the crocodile had swallowed along with the captain's hand.

Paris watched as the hammer hit the bells sounding the alarm, but should they be sparking like that? That wasn't normal…was it?

Paris could smell smoke coming from that corner of the room.

A dream….this had to all be a dream, the room was getting hotter, but Paris still felt cold, ice cold.

"Paris?"

Again the voices…calling his name, were they a dream too?

Morgan and Reid made their way up to the second floor and into what appeared to be a library combined with a study. A large mahogany desk sat against a large bay window, positioned in an authority position. The room was very narrow.

The walls were bookcases that completed the room, there wasn't an inch of space that wasn't covered in bookshelves.

"It's the only room we haven't checked." Morgan pointed out looking around "and I don't see any place he could hide a ten year old kid."

Reid studied the room carefully…something didn't fit… the dimensions of this room didn't fit the rest of the house. Nor did the age of the house…

"It's odd."

"What is?"

"A house this old and this large, the dimensions don't fit."

"What are you talking about kid?"

"The house has three levels; you can see that from the outside, but one staircase leading to the second floor, no way to an attic."

"So?"

"So there should be another set of stairs, there was also two different libraries down on the first floor, why a third?" Reid looked carefully "look at the way the room is…it's smaller than all the others this isn't an original room.

Morgan looked around again, understanding what Reid was talking about, he reached out to pull a book off the shelf and was surprised when the collection of books on the shelf fell to the floor in a group…glued together to resemble a full shelf of hard cover books, it was simply the cardboard image of book bindings.

"Their fake!" he exclaimed, looking at all the shelves "all the books in this room are fake."

"This room was a hallway, it was built to look like another library, it's a camouflage." Reid replied, he looked around as a smell caught his attention "Morgan do you smell that?"

"Smoke"

"Cramer was looking at his watch, like he was waiting for something, something that wasn't us." Reid paused "he's not confident that the drug is going to kill Paris before we find him. He had to have a backup plan that would go off without any help."

"He started a fire!" Morgan finished "Paris!" he began shouting "Paris can you hear us!"

"Paris!" Reid joined in, before a thought hit him. "Morgan…if this room was a part of the hallway then the stairs to the third floor are going to be on the right side."

"How do you figure kid?" Morgan replied, pulling off the fake books

"That window…it's the large bay window you can see from the side of the house." He paused "the stairs have to be hidden behind one of these bookcases!"

"Paris! If you can hear us you need to answer!"

"Morgan, wait" Reid said quietly "listen…you hear that?" faintly, so quiet that the two nearly missed it, was the sound of someone calling 'I'm here.'

"Paris…" Morgan replied. He began shaking the bookcases, looking for one that was loose, none moved. Until he looked down at the carpet "Reid over here, scuff marks on the carpet, this case has been moved."

"The stairs have to behind that!"

"Hotch, Gideon, guys! Quick."

Hotch ran into the room, followed quickly by Gideon, Elle, and Detective Williamson and Francis.

"There has to be a set of stairs behind that bookcase. We need to move it!" Reid exclaimed as Morgan and Francis took hold the bookcase. It took some doing but they were able to move the case, before it crashed to the floor. The books on that particular bookcase were not fake, they were real hardcover novels; it added perfect weight to the bookcases, explaining how Cramer was able to move it alone.

Behind it, was a door and behind that the set of stairs.

Paris could feel the heat getting closer, the fire was licking at his body but Paris wasn't paying attention to that. He could still hear voices calling to him, they were calling his name, but the voices were still faint, but they were getting louder getting closer too.

"I…I'm here..." he stuttered, he wasn't even sure if they could even hear him, he didn't even know if he had said anything or if he was just imagining all of this.

"Paris?"

That voice sounded familiar, where had he heard that voice…his memory was shaking, it was like he couldn't remember anything except his own name, just hints and familiarity, but nothing substantial.

Weakly Paris stood up. He felt so dizzy, the room was spinning and he could barely stand still. Feeling unbalanced, Paris reached out to find anything to hold him up, he saw a desk and reached for it, but somehow missed the desktop even though it was right in front of him.

He hit the floor hard and rubbed his eyes again as he began to see double, two of everything.

"He…help!" he called…hoping whoever was calling him could hear. He heard the sound of pounding feet…as if someone was coming up stairs. Was that where he was? Was he upstairs somewhere? Or were they coming downstairs. Paris couldn't remember, he couldn't figure out his surroundings…

Morgan reached the top of the stairs first, he could hear a child's voice calling from in the room and he could see the smoke billowing from under the doorway, drifting down the stairwell. The door was locked when he tried it.

"Paris?" he called "Paris its Agent Morgan can you hear me kid?" he was surprised to not get an answer "Paris if your in there stand back from the door, I'm coming in, just hold on kid!" Taking a deep breath, Morgan raised his foot and gave the old door a swift kick.

Paris heard the voice, he still didn't recognize the voice that had identified himself as Agent Morgan…why did that name sound familiar?

He tried to answer but when he went to take a deep breath to speak, his throat filled with smoke and he began choking on the thick smoke.

A/N: Sorry for the mix up with the chapters, I'm not sure how that keeps happening. I am so so sorry for the craziness.