Guess what! I'm married!

I had to fly back to America and back to Hong Kong, but I got married dang it! I won't get my honeymoon until my winter break, but I will have one. Although, my new husband still won't tell me where, but who cares! I'M MARRIED!

Although, we hyphenated our names and if either of us becomes a teacher our students will hate to write our names for MLA format. Oh well.

Anyways! Here's the new chapter!

The team had been working nonstop to find their missing member. Morgan had Garcia look over Reid's phone records and now sat, looking over the crime scene photos with Prentiss as they waited. Hotch and Gideon talked over a possible profile. JJ was gone, talking to the leading press correspondent and Rossi was getting fuel. It was well into the night. The sun had gone down hours ago.

In the silence, the buzz of Morgan's phone made everyone present jerk. He flipped open his phone and flipped it on for everyone to hear, "Talk to me, Baby Girl."

"Hey, I have Reid's phone records from when he arrived in Vegas. I can send them over, but-." Garcia stopped and chewed on her lip as she stared at the familiar phone number that popped up numerous times on the screen.

"Just fax it over." Morgan said before clicking his phone off speaker and putting it to his ear. "What is it, Gorgeous?"

"Well, it just seems odd. Hotch's number pops up a lot."

"Makes sense, he's been helping him get over the incident with Jonathon." Morgan explained, taking a step out of the room as the fax beeped. Papers printed out, full of grids for incoming and outgoing calls, numbers, and names. Gideon stood and took them.

Hotch hadn't looked up from his notes. Prentiss went back to analyzing the photos.

"Um, Hotch?" Gideon called, standing beside him. "Can I talk to you? In private?" He looked up at Prentiss, who nodded, and left, closing the door behind her.

"What is it?" Hotch asked, not turning away from the papers.

"Why does your number take up every page?" Gideon asked, eyeing Hotch suspiciously. "You're private cell number and your house number?"

Hotch stiffened. He swallowed and felt the blood leave his face. Quick! Think of something quick. He demanded of himself, however, his brain didn't seem to function. "Um, well…." Hotch swallowed on his words. For once he was at a loss.

"Hotch, tell me the truth."

Gideon walked around the table and took a seat before Hotch.

Hotch couldn't bring himself to look at Gideon. He suddenly felt like an unsub, not only being profiled, but being interrogated.

Reid felt heavy. He wasn't sure if what the voice had said was true or if it had all been a hallucination. He felt himself weakening. He hadn't had food and he was sure is metabolic water was running out. He felt his skin chilled. I miss Aaron. He wished he was pressed securely into Hotch's chest. Warm in front of the TV with an old movie playing and a blanket wrapped around them. He shivered suddenly. Why couldn't a person's imagination come true?

The door creaked open and Reid brought his head to face the sound. Footsteps sounded as their owner rushed in. "Dr. Reid?"

It was the voice.

Reid felt a sudden rush of excitement and relief whirl inside him. He felt cold metal against his wrists and heard the tearing of rope. Reid's arms fell limping at his side, tingling as blood rushed to his fingers. The tumbling and clink of metal sounded and the harsh grip around his ankles disappeared. The burlap scratched his skin as the bag was lifted away. Reid blinked, looking around and stiffened in surprised.

The owner of the voice was young, around twenty years old. His hair was golden blonde and his eyes a dark chestnut. He looked nervous, but determined. Reid wasn't sure how to respond.

"Can you stand?" He asked, gently pulling one of Reid's arms around his neck and bringing him his feet. Reid stumbled, but he was able to stand. The other man smiled weakly, wincing as he brought on Reid's weight. "Okay, quickly," he whispered, hurrying out of the chamber.

He helped Reid up the stairs and out of the house to an old Pontiac Sedan. He sat Reid down in the passenger seat and closed the door. He sat in the driver's seat and started the engine. "I'm taking you to the hospital."

Reid looked out the window and watched the small rancher disappear. They passed a street sign. "What about the others?"

"I hope they'll just think you escaped." The boy whispered, smiling weakly. "My name's Scott Jackson. I'm really sorry about this. I wish I hadn't gotten into any of this. I really needed the money."

Reid said nothing. They passed a blue sign with an 'H' on it. "When we get there, sign in as Aaron Hotchner." He whispered after a few feet.

"Why?"

"That way he'll know I'm okay. Then you should leave." Reid gave him Hotch's work number and looked at the younger boy. "Try and save yourself."

"Okay."

The bright lights shown against the dark sky as they drove into the emergency lane towards the large building. "I'm really sorry." Scott whispered, tears brimming his eyes.

"I know."

"He was dating this horrid man who abused him," Hotch began, looking down at his hands interlocked on the table. "I-I hated seeing him hurt. Finally, the man got arrested and Reid was free and safe. Well, Jonathon, his ex, escaped and tried to kill him. Reid lost his memory, but was cured and soon after we, well, he and I, sort of started seeing each other. I love him."

Gideon stared at Hotch, his expression blank. Hotch glanced at him, but looked down, swallowing. "How long have you been seeing him?"

"Almost eleven months."

"I see," Gideon brought his hands down to the table and looked down. "Well, as long as Spencer's happy, I guess there isn't much else I can say."

"I want to make him happy." Hotch murmured, sighing. "Want him to be happy."

"I warn you, if you hurt Spencer, I'll hurt you." Gideon said, eyeing Hotch.

Hotch opened his mouth to speak, but was interrupted by his phone going off. Hotch pulled it out and answered it. "Hello?" He froze, glancing up at Gideon, and grabbed the phone with both hands. "What? I didn't-. Yes, I'll be right there. Thank you."

"What was that?" Gideon asked, looking at Hotch questioningly as Hotch jumped to his feet and made for the door.

"That was the hospital. They found Spencer."

Chapter 6- End