Morgan: Hey Baby Girl, please tell me you have something for me.

Garcia: Nothing yet that says where he took Reid. But I was able to find out a little bit more about Tyler.

Morgan: Keep talkin'.

Garcia: Well, he died in a motorcycle accident about six months ago. When the autopsy was performed, the M.E. found cuts all over his arms and torso. Nothing deep and all in different stages of healing. Since most were in places that could have been self inflicted, they thought he was a cutter.

Morgan: Well, I guess we know now that they weren't self inflicted. Any luck finding other property owned by Stanley?

Garcia: Nothing yet.

Morgan: Look into property Tyler might have owned as well.

Garcia: On it.

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It is growing dark in the cozy bedroom of the cabin and Reid is growing more anxious by the minute. His plan of playing into Stanley's delusions has not yet gotten him out of his bindings. He is now beginning to fear what the night would bring. As Spencer is turning over in his head the pros and cons of challenging the delusion, Stanley enters the room and turns on a light.

Reid: Thank you.

Stanley: Well I couldn't very well let the love of my life just lay here in the dark, now could I?

Reid swallowed hard trying desperately to think of some way to stall what he was quickly seeing as the inevitable.

Reid: Stanley, won't you please take these off so I can hold you?

Reid hadn't really thought ahead as to how specifically he would get away from the much larger man if he were to be untied but he knows it will give him at least a fighting chance.

Stanley: But what if you leave again? I can't live without you, Tyler.

Reid: I didn't leave by choice. I told you, that man you saved me from had me. He took me away. We're here and safe now. I don't want to be away from you ever again.

Reid is really hoping that he is being convincing. He's never been all that gifted at deception. Of course a delusional person wants to believe his delusion so maybe Reid's performance doesn't have to be that great after all. Hopefully.

Stanley: I want to believe that. Are you in love with that other man?

Despite his fear, Reid almost laughs at the thought. If he got out of this alive, he'd have to tell Morgan about this one. When, he corrected himself. Not if…when.

Reid: Derek? No, he took me from you. I escaped to get back to you. I only ever wanted to be with you. He followed me and you saved me. I love you…I always have.

Stanley kisses Reid on the neck and then on the lips. Then, to Reid's horror, he starts to unbutton Reid's shirt and kiss him on the chest. Reid's mind races. He is trying to quickly figure out his next course of action.

Reid: Please, Stanley, untie me. Let me touch you.

Stanley: Anything for you my love.

Reid waits until his hands and feet are free and know that the blood is circulating freely enough that he can run. This meant necking with Stanley. While Spencer is wishing the team would hurry up and find him, he also is hoping they don't come in to see him like this. Once Reid is again sure of his strength, he works to remember the hand to hand training that Morgan had given him. Before he can lose his nerve, he strikes Stanley and is reasonably certain that he has broken Stanley's nose. Stanley rolls backward clutching his face. Spencer can see the blood flowing through Stanley's fingers. Knowing time is very much of the essence; Reid jumps up to run but finds he cannot move. Stanley has his leg. Reid kicks his leg as hard as he can and makes contact with Stanley's sternum knocking the wind out of him.

Reid starts to run heading out of the bedroom and through the cabin toward the door. As he runs, he tries to knock as much assorted stuff into the path of his pursuer as possible. Already he could hear the larger man behind him. Reid looks down as he is running and for the first time becomes fully aware that he's not wearing shoes. Outside the rapidly approaching door, Reid sees woods. He instantly knows that he will have to outsmart Stanley because he surely won't outrun him. Much to Reid's chagrin, he sees that there are chain locks on the front door. There is no way he will get those undone fast enough to get out of the cabin ahead of Stanley. As it is he can hear Stanley closing the distance behind him. Taking in all of hi surroundings at once, Reid sees a small room that might be a second bedroom. He bolts inside and slams the door hurriedly looking for anything he can block it with. He first finds a straight backed chair and wedges that beneath the door knob. His eyes dart around the room and settle on a chest of drawers. He throws his weight at the chest but due to his weakened condition and thick carpeting, he is unable to budge it more than a few inches. At this rate he'd soon be able to ask Stanley for help. That chair wasn't going to hold forever. Reid's heart jumps as he sees that chair starting to wobble. Spencer rapidly scans the room. No window. Who in the hell has a bedroom with now window?

Stanley: Tyler! Let me in!

With no other options remaining that he could think of, Reid removes the chair and opens the door. The terror he feels makes it easier to conjure the tears for his newest ruse.

Reid: Stanley, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I've just been so scared. You don't know what I've been through…what he did to me.

Reid by now is crying and allowing his terror and shaking to add to the effect. Please let him believe this. Stanley looks angrily at Reid for a moment and then softens.

Stanley: Oh Tyler, you poor thing. I just can't stay mad at you.

Reid: I love you Stanley.

Reid's sobbing makes it less noticeable that he is almost literally choking on his words. Reid knows what comes next. He's terrified by the idea but he knows they always remind kidnapping and rape victims that whatever they have to do to survive is nothing to be ashamed of.

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Morgan: Mama, please, please tell me you found something.

Garcia: I love it when you beg. I went through Tyler's records as well and came up empty. I even tried looking at utility records thinking he might be paying the bills somewhere. Again nothing. But then I looked at family. Stanley's uncle on his mother's side had a hunting cabin. He died and left it to Stanley. Stanley never had it put into his name. I am willing to bet that is where our resident genius is at this moment. Location is coming your way right now.

Morgan: You're the greatest, you know that?

Garcia: Course I do….and Derek?

Morgan: Yeah, sweetness, what is it?

Garcia: Bring him home safe, 'kay?

Morgan: That's the plan.