A/N: Thanks for all the reviews! They make me smile! :) Now, let's check on Reid and the team...

Disclaimer: Same as previous chapters.

Chapter 6 – And You Watch Me Fight My Own Insanity

"Garcia, what do you mean, you can see her?" Reid asked, frightened.

"I just got a pop up of a live web feed, and it's Elle," Garcia swallowed as she looked at her computer screen. "Turn on the TV, I can send it there."

JJ grabbed the remote and quickly flicked the TV on. It was momentarily black until the colored web feed filled the screen.

They all had different reactions. JJ let out an involuntary gasp. Morgan slammed his fist onto the table angrily. Gideon watched the unsub pace around the room while Hotch analyzed the surroundings trying to determine where she could be. And Reid just stared at the television set in disbelief. They all saw Elle tied down on a bed, dressed in only her black, lace, matching bra and panties, with blood stains on the white bed sheets where her ankles and wrists lay.

They all listened intently as the unsub spoke. "Elle, tell me who's watching us right now." She looked up at him tentatively. "Go on, just names, nothing more."

"Jason Gideon, Aaron Hotchner, Derek Morgan, Jennifer Jareau, Penelope Garcia, and Spencer Reid," she stated surprisingly calmly.

He laughed, "Well, you guys are in for a good show."

With the pause in conversation from the unsub, Gideon spoke. "He looks young and fit, late twenties, early thirties."

The unsub quickly pulled the knife out of its case and waved it around as he spoke. "Do you ever feel like somebody's watching you? Cuz I have been for the past eight months. I must say you're not a very exciting person. You come home, you eat, you do paperwork, you read, you get undressed, which is the most exciting part of my day by the way, and then you go to bed, you get up, you shower…once again, that can be potentially exciting…you leave to go to work, and then the cycle repeats itself."

"But in those eight months I've only seen you bring home one guy. And ya know I'm not gonna lie, it fuckin' pissed me off cuz I was just about to ask you out when I saw him come to your house one night and then leave the next morning. But I gotta give the nerd props." He turned to look into the camera. "Spencer, is it? Can I call you Spence?" He asked mockingly. "Well Spence, you must be doing something right according to how often you guys screw."

He sat down on the bed next to Elle and started to run his hands up and down her legs. "I could touch your girlfriend all day, but I have some business to attend to. I'll be back." He hauled a piece of cloth out of his pocket and tied it around Elle's head, gagging her. "I wouldn't want her to give you hints as to where we are." He said laughing before he walked out of the camera's view.

"Garcia, what's ya got?" Morgan asked urgently.

"I tried tracing his signal but he's bouncing it off satellites all over the world, its impossible!" She exclaimed frustrated. "But I did get ya the fact that he's six feet tall."

Gideon stroked his chin thoughtfully. "He's either unemployed or he has a job that gives him the time to watch her."

"I'd say he lives close by if he's been watching her for eight months," JJ said repulsed.

"Reid, did anyone come to mind when you heard his voice?" Morgan asked hopefully.

"Ken Decker," Reid replied slowly, hearing the voice in his head from Elle's answering machine. "He lives across the street from Elle."

Morgan jumped out of his chair and patted Reid on the shoulder. "Good job man! Come on Hotch, let's go!"

Reid began to walk towards the door but Hotch stopped him. "I'm sorry, but you definitely can't come…"

Reid cut him off, "Why not?" He asked angrily.

Hotch looked at him sadly. "Because I know that I wouldn't be able to control myself around a man that did that to Haley." He paused, "Go sit with Garcia." He glanced out through the window that overlooked the bullpen and then turned to JJ. "Elle's family is here. Turn that TV off, they don't deserve to see that, and then bring them in here."

JJ quickly shut off the TV and then entered the bullpen to greet Elle's family while the others did what they were assigned to do. "I'm Special Agent Jennifer Jareau…"

"What's going on?" The small Cuban woman that JJ assumed was Elle's mother asked shakily, as one of Elle's brothers held her.

The man that JJ did not recognize watched curiously as three male agents rushed towards the elevator.

"Follow me, Mrs. Greenaway," JJ said smiling as she led them into the round table room.

Meanwhile……

Reid pulled up a chair next to Garcia's and took a seat in her office. "You don't have to watch this, ya know," she said carefully, referring to the streaming video feed of Elle.

He nodded, but he felt so useless that he had to do something. "I know. It's just that I have this idea that, if I keep watching, she'll know that I'm here and it will make her feel safer."

Garcia smiled at him sadly. "You really love her, don't you?"

He laughed lightly, "More than you can ever imagine."

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Two Bureau SUVs pulled quietly into Ken Decker's driveway and five agents filed out, including Hotch, Morgan, and Gideon.

Morgan ran up to the front door and kicked it down. He was trying to keep his temper under control and remain as professional as possible. "FBI!" He yelled once he entered the house.

The agents dispersed throughout the small house and they heard periodic shouts of, "Clear!"

Morgan walked cautiously down the hallway and pushed open the door to the bedroom. "Clear!" He put his gun back in its holster. "Hotch, they're not here," he said quietly as Hotch entered the room behind him.

The two agents stared at the wall in front of them. "No, but he's definitely our guy." Morgan turned to Hotch and nodded. The wall that was facing the door was covered in photos of Elle.

Morgan took his cell phone out of his pocket and dialed Garcia's number as he, Hotch, and Gideon got back in their vehicle.

"Talk to me," Garcia said quickly as she answered the phone.

"Yeah, I need you to get me everything you can find on Ken Decker."

"You mean they're not there?"

Morgan shook his head. "Nope, but he has pictures of her all over his bedroom."

"Okay, I'm on it." She was about to disconnect but Morgan spoke again.

"Has he come back?" He asked sadly.

"No," she replied quietly before she hung up the phone.

Garcia turned back to her computer and began to type hastily. "They didn't find her, did they?" She heard Reid ask softly.

She looked at him unhappily. "No, I'm sorry hon, they didn't. But we will."

He looked down at his feet as he spoke. "If he hurts her I don't know what I'll do."

"Reid, don't think like that, we'll find her," she said comfortingly.

"She's pregnant…"

Garcia smiled at him sadly. "Oh Reid…congratulations…"

She saw a small smile creep across his lips before he said, "He's back." Garcia turned back to her computer and returned to typing speedily as Reid watched Ken Decker reenter the picture.

He sat down on the bed next to Elle and ran his left hand through her hair. "Sorry I had to leave." He slowly removed the gag from her mouth. "Did you miss me?" He asked laughing. He leaned down and placed an unpleasant kiss on her lips.

Garcia watched Reid shift in his chair angrily before she got Morgan back on the phone. "Okay Ken Decker, he's thirty-two, he grew up in Baltimore, he's the sports columnist for the D.C Dirt Rag, what a terrible name for a newspaper," she said quietly to herself. "Did one year for possession with intent when he was twenty-five, as far as I can see he's been clean since, married for three months when he was twenty-two," she paused, "that's all I got."

"Penelope, that's great," Morgan said thankfully. "Do you have his wife's name?"

"Yeah, Karen Larten, she still lives in Baltimore."

"Great. If he took Elle somewhere that's significant to him she might know." Morgan laid his cell phone on his shoulder as he spoke to Hotch, "We're going to Baltimore." Hotch took a sharp u-turn and started to speed in the opposite direction, towards Baltimore. Morgan brought the phone back up to his face. "We'll check back in."

Garcia turned to Reid. "They're going to Baltimore to talk to his ex-wife."

Reid simply nodded as he remained focused on the computer monitor. Ken had just started to smoke a cigarette. "Elle, tell me who you think is watching now?"

"Just Spencer." Although Garcia was not watching the web feed, she decided to let Reid do that alone. She could still hear every word.

Ken laughed as he exhaled smoke. "Perfect." He placed his finished cigarette in an ash tray on the dresser and then climbed on top of Elle, blocking her from the camera's view. His knees were planted on the bed on either side of her thin waist. Reid leaned forward worriedly as Ken slowly pulled his knife out of its case. Elle turned her head away but he placed his right hand under her chin and forced her to look at him. He leaned down and cut the straps off of her bra and then pulled the garment down to her stomach. He grinned wickedly, "Well I've seen them before, but they're so much better up close." She squealed and squirmed as he dragged his lips along her bare chest. "Oh come on, I've heard you get much louder than that," he said sadistically. He painfully clenched her breasts with his hands before he pulled her bra back up and climbed off of her.

He sat on the edge of the bed and stared into the camera. He lit up another cigarette before he started to speak. "You know how it is, right Spencer? Every time you see her topless, ya just can't help yourself, like, instant boner, right?" He snickered as he took a draw from his cigarette. "I mean I know that's how it is for me. Like the first time I watched her get dressed I had to hide in the bushes for over a half an hour cuz I couldn't walk." He exhaled a large puff of smoke into the camera's lens. "I mean your girlfriend has a great set of tits." He finished his cigarette and immediately lit up another. "I do have to ask you one question though. What's your secret? I mean, I can't seem to get her going quite as well as you can. Like the noise that she makes when you're fucking her, it's almost unbelievable." He laughed once again.

Reid stared at the screen in loathing. "Yeah, yeah, yeah, you keep talking, you pervert." As far as Reid was concerned the more he talked the less time he had to harm Elle.

"But I've never seen you guys do anything kinky, which strikes me as odd cuz I'm thinking that she's pretty flexible." He laughed again as he took yet another draw from a cigarette. "Although I wouldn't suggest tying her up, she doesn't seem to like it very much," he grinned cruelly. "All I'm sayin' is that you're a pretty lucky bastard, gettin' to nail her all the time, so why don't you take advantage of it…do something out of the ordinary, Spence." He cackled devilishly before he got up off of the bed. He looked down at Elle lustfully. "I know that I can't wait to get inside her."

Meanwhile……

"Baltimore…" JJ repeated.

"Yeah, we're going to talk to his ex-wife," Morgan explained over the phone.

"Okay, let me know if you guys get anything." She hung up her cell phone and took a seat at the table across from Elle's mother and brother, who had introduced himself as Vincent. She had heard Reid speak of him. He was younger than Elle, but he was very protective of his only sister. Reid said that Vincent hadn't taken to him at all.

Elle's mother briefly stopped praying to rest her eyes. All she had done since JJ explained the situation was pray. She hadn't cried, yet, and for that JJ was thankful. But it didn't surprise her at all; Elle had to get her strength from somewhere.

"Do you actually know my sister?" Vincent asked curiously.

JJ ran her hands through her long blonde hair. They were all so tired. They hadn't slept all night. "Yeah I do," she replied exhausted, "I'm really good friends with Elle actually."

"So you know her, know her?" He asked with a brief smile.

JJ laughed lightly, "Yeah, she's really…strong."

"Yeah, that's her. Determined, stubborn, and strong willed," Vincent stated with a chuckle.

"Not to mention independent, impatient, and driven," JJ smiled.

"Yeah, she doesn't do anything quietly and she's definitely a fighter." Vincent smiled back at her before he wrapped his arms around his mother. "Did you hear that Mom? She's a fighter," he whispered gently.

A/N: Go Reid!!! LOL. Review!!!!! :)