He shook as he read the one creepy lined message. The team ran into the room just about bumping into him.

JJ took the note and tried to remain calm without yelling at Morgan to snap him out the trance he was in. the team looked around in shock. The glass and the wrapped hand it wasn't hard to figure out what happened in the bedroom.

"What the hell happened to Garcia and what is going on?" Hotch demanded as they looked around the room and down to Morgan hand.

He slowly told them about what Garcia walked in on him earlier. He then showed them the first letter that she received. As he turned around to look at the room as a whole he notice the clothes she had on where still on the floor his breathes quickened. Reid calmed him by telling him that it might not mean what he thought it did and to not think the worst. Morgan walked to the one drawer of hers that was partially opened. He was full on crying at what he saw. He yanked the drawer out of the dresser and dumped it on the floor.

"Hotch and Reid can you guys please leave I need to show the girls something private?"

The two men nodded and went to go start the search for their friend.

Rossi had long since gone out to the driveway to call in all of the reinforcements that they knew they were going need.

"What is it Morgan?"

Emily asked him as the guys left. The girls got on the floor with him and watched him as he dug through all of her lingerie.

"I just treated her so cold before I stormed out to call you guys. I know she didn't ask for any of this any of it. This is my entire fault! So I know damn good and well she wasn't in any kind of romantic mood when I left."

"What are you getting at?"

Emily spoke calmly trying not to let her own fears out

JJ sat quietly looking at him scramble franticly through Garcia teddies, thongs, corsets, bras, panties and other intimate outfits that she knew Garcia and Morgan wouldn't want the fellas to see.

"She went shopping a couple of days before this case came up, she said it was time for some new fun clothes as she calls them."

He wiped his eyes as he talked.

"That night she put on a fashion show for me, and every outfit is here except for one and when I left here this drawer was closed and she had on that outfit. Its not like she wore it and it got dirty the tag was still on it. What the fuck is this sick bastard going to do to my baby girl JJ?"

He asked tearfully as JJ rubbed his back. Emily walked around the room to work her profiler magic she looked in the bathroom nothing looked out of place, she looked in the waste basket and Morgan's fears where confirmed the tag from was there!

"I found something guys"

She had her gloves on as she brought the wastebasket to Morgan.

JJ put on her gloves and took the tag from the basket

"It's a name scribbled on the back of the tag! Who in the hell is Mark and its in Garcia handwriting!"

JJ looked at Morgan as Emily called Hotch to tell them Garcia left a clue!

He sat down on the bed he didn't know what was throbbing more his hand his head or his heart where was his Baby Girl and who the fuck was Mark?

Emily stepped out in the hall to talk to the team they were coming up the steps as she hung up the line.

"Look guys this is worse than we thought."

She spoke lowly

"It appears that the unsub might have made her change into some new lingerie she just purchased."

"Do we have a description of the outfit?"

The team minus JJ and Morgan all stood quietly in thought after Emily latest update.

We need a description of the outfit ASAP Rossi finally said breaking the silence.

"I know we do"

Em said sadly

" But the only one who knows the outfit is Morgan and he is on the brink of a mental breakdown"

"We know that Em" but he knows in his heart what's right and what needs to be done to get her back."

With that statement Hotch took a deep breath and walked into the room.

MEANWHILE….

Garcia laid shivering and blindfolded on a bed her feet where tied to the footboard and her arms where tied together above her head. She had no idea where she was. What she did know was this was not the environment that she planned on wearing this outfit in. Her head was pounding it was surely from the tussle she had before she was forced upstairs to her bedroom, at gunpoint and forced to changed into something so sexy. Her skin was already crawling from just that alone. She laid in the darkness trying to mentally prepare herself for what she knew was coming. The way He looked at her with such a dirty leery attitude all the while the gun was pointed directly at her as she changed into her new black sheer baby doll with polka dot push up cups and matching thong and garter. She begged him to at least let her pee before she got dressed. She knew she had to leave a clue she scribbled his name on the tag she knew her team would find it.

He rubbed his hands up and down her thighs, and all over her breast while she was dressing. She thought back to that moment, how she wished Morgan would have calmed down in time to come back and save her, but he didn't.

It was just then she heard the distinctive beep of something electronic her breath hitched in her throat as she felt the bed dip on one side. He reached over and removed her blindfold. She was in shock as she looked to her left and right and saw video cameras on either side of her and one at the foot of the bed! No matter what nasty perverted things he was about to do it to her it was all going to be recorded!

"Are you ready to make your adult movie debut Agent Garcia? Because I know I am I guessing it's a good thing that Audio Visual Technology is my line of work huh?"

He laughed as he clicked away on his laptop.

"Lets see how Mr. FBI likes watching me whore you up a bit and taking what's his just like he took what was mine"

Garcia started to shake while fear as her tears rolled down the side of her face.

"What the fuck are you talking about you sick bastard he didn't take anything from you!"

She yelled with all the rage she could muster

The next thing she knew her face was on fire from his strong handed back slaps to her face as he leaned over her from her side.

"YOU STUPID BITCH DON'T YOU DARE TELL ME WHAT HE DIDN'T TAKE HE TOOK MY FATHER!…CARL BUFORD!"

And with that he reached in his pocket and pulled out his remote with one click all of his cameras came to life.

" From now on everything we do your precious team will be able to see live just as soon as anyone of them opens the email I just sent them titled,"

"GARCIA LIVE FEED"