The door slammed shut loudly. Reid jumped and felt the ropes slit deeper into his wrists and the metal shackles bruised his legs. He gasped and bowed his head, holding back whimpers in his throat. "No more."

"Oh, shut up." The voice was not the same. There was a soft chuckle of a deeper voice. The first voice laughed with him and footsteps moved closer. It was the other two men. "Now, Doctor, are you willing to speak?"

"A-About what?"

Reid felt a shock of pain run through the side of his head and his eye felt like it was exploding. "If you aren't going to talk then shut up!"

Reid whimpered, letting his head fall limply forward. He swallowed painfully, his throat bruised. "W-Where-?"

"Where? Where what?"

"Th-The other m-man?"

The two men laughed. "The other man? You going crazy agent? There's only two of us." The man said, his voice shaking with laughter and amusement. "Hearing voices?"

Reid swallowed. He was certain there had been another man. Or he thought. He remembered the kiss on his neck and felt a shiver over his body. He was certain there had been another man. One that did not sound like either of the other two. He felt a shiver run over his body again and bowed his head. He could still hear the laughter outside the burlap over his head.

"Jason?"

Gideon turned towards Hotch, nodding towards him. "Hello, Aaron."

"W-What are you doing here?"

Gideon sighed and sat down at the table and swallowed. "I heard about Reid and-." He sighed and looked up at Hotch who still stood in the doorway. "I thought you'd maybe want help since you're-."

"Well," Hotch swallowed, nodding. "Thank you. We could use all the help we can get."

"Gideon?" Hotch took a step back and saw the rest of his team behind him. JJ looked at Gideon in shock. "W-What are you doing here?"

"He came to lend a hand." Hotch said, looking at the rest of his team, remembering the plane ride and Rossi's speech. "And we're going to need it."

The door creaked opened then creaked closed. Reid jolted awake and turned towards the sound, hearing footsteps coming closer. He groaned and his head dropped, too heavy for his exhausted body to hold up. "No more."

"Ssh," it was the same voice of the third man that supposedly did not exist. Reid felt a shiver run through him, confusion trying to break through his pain.

A weight sat on his exhausted legs and he whimpered as old wounds opened up. "No-."

"I said, 'ssh,' now shh." The voice snapped.

Reid felt the burlap scratch his skin as the sack was lifted over his head. A chill ran over his chin, then his cheeks and nose. The burlap covered his eyes still and he felt lips against his ear. "Have you figured things out?"

"What?" Reid whispered, glancing towards the sound, his body tense. He could feel the other man on his lap, a hand gripping his good shoulder. Lips brushed against his ear. Yet, none of it was seductive. His voice wasn't lustful, but sounded stoic, but was full of desperation.

"Have you figured us out."

Reid swallowed, feeling the dry blood crack on his chin. "The deepest voice is the man in charge. The fact that you're hurting me and the other man is talking for all of you means he likes to watch. He's controlling the whole deal, letting you and the talker do everything for him."

"You are good." The voice whispered, swallowing. "Then you know that I want nothing more to do with this."

Reid was silent. He did not know that.

"I want to help you."

Reid did not know how to respond. "Why?"

"Shush, there's a camera." The voice murmured, planting kisses on Reid's neck. "Because I never wanted to get involved in all this. My mom goes to the same ward as your's. You know as I do that it's expensive. They offered me enough money to pay for her and my tuition. It was a deal I couldn't pass up, but I want out now. If I help you, please help me in some way. A deal of some sort."

"What?"

"Tonight John and Chuck are going to work. I can help you out of here. Now be repulsed."

"Wh-?" Reid's question was cut off by the other man's lips. He stiffened and tried to pull back. The man got off of him and he heard the door creak open then snap close. Reid sat frozen, feeling his body shake in true repulsion.

Rossi stepped into the room passing through the rest of the team and walked purposefully towards Gideon. Gideon looked up at him and there was a brief moment of tension. Rossi lifted his hand, a friendlier smirk on his lip. "It's good to see you again."

"I see you've made it back into the BAU without problems," Gideon nodded, shaking Rossi's hand.

"Well, so far." Rossi nodded and looked around the room, seeing the rest of the team standing about, all looking shocked. "Alright, we have a case to be working on. We don't have time to stand around looking shocked."

"Right," Hotch nodded and looked around at Morgan and Prentiss. "You two go to the fire station and question the fire fighters that were on the scene." He turned towards JJ and opened his mouth to speak.

Detective Burns walked in, clearing his throat; his expression full of uncertainty. "Well, I have bad news, worse news, good news, and better news."

The team turned towards him. Detective Burns sighed, "The good news is the coroner got back in this morning and performed the autopsy on the body. The better news is it's not your agent. The DNA didn't match."

A wave of relief crashed through the room and Hotch fell into the nearest chair, holding his head up, feeling a rush of happiness course through his body. Morgan. Prentiss, and JJ all hugged each other unable to control the sudden joy all crying out "Thank, God," in unison.

Detective Burns cleared his throat, bringing the sudden rush of excitement down to earth. "That's where the bad news comes in. We don't know the man who is burnt in my lab… and what's worse is, what happened to your agent?"

Chapter 5- End