Hi! Sorry I've been ion hiatus so long. As soon as I got home from Hong Kong I went straight on my honeymoon to Finland and nearly became a human lobster in the saunas and hot tub. It was amazing!

Then I hadto go straight to school and work and put in some overtime so my free time was filled. HOWEVER! I am back and have got some new ideas for this series!

Plus I'm starting on a new series. I got back into comic books and a wonderful friend of mine got me into Young Avengers (I'm more of a classics sorta guy; you know, the old x-man, the old Cap, the old stuff) but I'm really liking the diversity in Young Avengers, especially Billy and Teddy *flail*

ANYWAYS! ON TO THE FANFICTION!

"I want him to leave. Make him go away."

"Spencer? What-?"

"I don't want him here." Reid looked up at Hotch, silently pleading with him. His eyes glistened with tears. Hotch bit his lip, his chest flaring in pain at seeing the hurt in Reid's eyes. "Make him leave."

Hotch stared at Reid's hurt look and turned away, unable to bare it. He stood and walked towards Gideon. He remembered the way the older man had left. Leaving the note and abandoning the team. Gideon had been the father figure Reid never had. Someone Reid looked up to and trusted. Having the seasoned profiler leave so abruptly broke Reid, tearing memories open, forcing Reid to remembering when the boy's actual father had left. Hotch understood why Reid didn't want to be near Gideon. It was too painful.

"I need you to wait outside," Hotch whispered, nodding towards the door, looking at Gideon, his stoic expression back on his face.

"I just wanted to talk to him-."

"I can talk to him. He needs rest. Wait outside."

Gideon eyed Hotch. There was no emotion behind his eyes, but Hotch recognized the look. It told him that he understood what was really going on. Gideon left without another word.

Hotch returned to Reid's side and was immediately enveloped in Reid's thin arms. Hotch smiled weakly. He hugged Reid back, pressing his face into Reid's shoulder. "Are you willing to talk right now?"

"I thought it would be obvious why I wouldn't want h-."

"No, I meant about," Hotch pulled away and brushed Reid's cheek.

"Oh," Reid swallowed and nodded. "Yes, I'll talk. To you."

"Okay, Spencer. Tell me what happened."

Reid took a deep breath, closing his eyes and releasing it softly. "112 Sparrow St. That's where I was kept. It's about fifteen minutes from here. Three men kept me there. The first two were the one's that kidnapped me. I had talked to my mother about us. I told her about you and me, and she got into a frantic state. I was told to leave, so I did.

"I went to a bookstore near my hotel. The owner knows me well enough and we were talking. He told me what he got in new and two men walked in. He didn't recognize them and neither did I. One had brown hair, the other black. They were big and burly. Then I was knocked out. Something hit me in the back of the head. I think it was a dictionary… or maybe an encyclopedia. When I regained consciousness, I had a sack over my head. Th-They beat me. They told me to profile them… I did what I could. The third man, his name was Scott- Scott Jackson. He helped me escape. If the other men find out, they'll kill him."

Desperation leaked out of the ending words. Reid gripped Hotch's sleeve, looking up at him with intense worry. "You have to help him."

"Reid-."

"Please," Reid whispered. "I know what he did, nobody knows better then I do, but I really think he was doing it against his will. You have to help him, Aaron. Please."

Hotch stared at him. He smiled and sighed. He reached up and stroked Reid's hair, brushing the strands through his fingers. "I'll do what I can, but if it turns out he intentionally hurt you and took pleasure in doing it, I will see him put to death."

"Okay, Aaron."

Scott ran two red lights and broke three different speed limit laws, but luckily had not been caught. Panic replaced his blood, flooding his veins and filling his body. He slammed on the brakes in the driveway of his home. The number on the door gleamed 112 in the car's headlights. He dashed out and ran into the house, slamming the door behind him. He was relieved to see no other car parked in front of his house.

He ran up the stairs, skipping two at a time and launched into his bedroom, grabbing his backpack and shoving this, that and the other into it. He threw it over his back and made for the door. He stopped when he heard the front door open. He slid back, concealing himself behind the wall beside his bedroom door.

His two partners walked in and headed straight down to the basement. They conversed, saying they expected to find Scott down there. Scott swallowed and glanced to the window. He crept towards it, but barely reached halfway when he heard his brother's voice shout, reverberating through the walls, "WHERE IS HE?"

Scott fled for the window. He tore the blinds from it and slammed the lock into the reverse position. Panicking, fear overtaking his logic, he pushed his weight onto it. He could hear footsteps thundering on the stairs. "What have you done!" His brother snarled, forcing Scott around.

"W-What are you talking about?" Scott asked, trying to look calm. It didn't work. His brother launched for him, tackling him against the wall. Scott's head hit the windowsill and he blacked out.

When he regained consciousness, he could only see burlap. His butt was on hard wood and cold metal seeped through his jeans and bound his ankles to two chair legs. Rough rope cut off his circulation as it bound his wrists. He felt another presence in the room and heard the crackling of the fireplace. He smelled burning metal.

He was trapped.

He felt helpless.

Chapter 8- End

TBC

RandR please!