BAU Headquarters –

Jordan made the short ride up the elevator to the sixth floor home of the Behavioral Analysis Unit. It had been a while since she'd seen the team and neither of them had made a big effort to keep in touch. Her time working cases with them had confirmed for her that Counter Terrorism was where she belonged.

She was excited about seeing them especially JJ whom she'd temporarily replaced while the beautiful blonde was on maternity leave. She couldn't wait to be pregnant with Derek's baby and walking the halls of the FBI flaunting her baby bump. She loved how he was playing hard to get but Jordan Todd always go what she wanted, always and Derek Morgan would be no exception.

JJ's back was turned to the door she was busy gathering files and balancing them in her arms along with her coffee mug with little success. She was frazzled worried about Reid who still hadn't been able to help them find Morgan. She tried to push back the doubt that kept forcing it's way to the front of her other thoughts about him, where he was and how he was doing.

Jordan's knock startled JJ causing her to drop the files spilling their contents onto her office floor.

"Oh! I'm sorry I didn't meant to startle you."

"Jordan? Um…hi! No that's okay, I'm just out of it this… what are you doing here?"

"I just came by to say, hi. I missed you guys and…hey look, never mind…you seem busy, new case?"

Jordan knelt down to help gather the scattered papers. JJ was obviously preoccupied. Their team was so close they were more like family than just mere co-workers she remembered feeling like such an outsider among them.

"Yes, sort of… I'm sorry. I don't have time to talk were getting ready to debrief…"

"JJ, are you okay? You don't seem your normal calm and collected self. Are Will and Henry okay?"

"Oh yeah…Jordan…I'm sorry…it's just…."

"What's going on? Listen, I know we don't know each other very well but I consider you a friend and I'd like to think you feel the same way."

"Of course."

JJ gathered and reordered the files. Taking a deep breath she sat on the edge of her desk and looked at Jordan with teary eyes.

"JJ?"

"Something happened to Reid and Morgan last night."

"What do you mean something happened? What?"

"The team had gotten back from a really bad case and went out for drinks. Morgan and Reid were attacked near their car and now Reid is in the hospital in a coma and…

"And what?"

"Morgan is missing, Jordan."

Jordan covered her mouth in shock and looked wide-eyed at JJ.

"Oh no, I can't believe this! Are there any leads?"

"We're getting ready to debrief now. Look, I better get going before Hotch blows a gasket."

"Okay, listen JJ, it's been pretty slow in counter terrorism I'd be glad to help if you need it."

"Thanks Jordan, it's going to be tough being down two so I'll mention it to Hotch."

"Great! Let me know."

The two headed to the door and Jordan watched JJ rush toward the conference room. That was too easy or she was much smarter than Derek and his team gave her credit for. It was a shame they were wasting their time, she'd taken great care to place her hideaway where they would never find her or him. She smiled as she headed toward the elevator the evening she had planned for Derek was going to be mind blowing and once he saw what she had in store for him he'd have to realize that nobody loved him like she did.

Potomac General –

Reid reached out barely able to touch a few of her blonde strands. She had fallen asleep and knowing Garcia she had been there for a while. His body ached he could still feel every punch and kick landed squarely on his thin body. His eyes slowly adjusted to the room lit by the sunshine that had flooded the opened blinds. He hated to wake her but he had to talk to someone to find out what had happened and to confirm that it was real and not just some bad nightmare.

Garcia felt his light touch and raised her head and smiled at the blurry image lying on the bed next to her. He was awake and even managed a weak smile at her.

"Garcia?" he said weakly.

"Hey, you're awake! Thank God!"

"What happened? Why am I here?"

"Let me get the nurse" she said pushing the call button hanging from the side of the bed.

"How are you feeling?"

"I feel like I just got beat within an inch of my life."

He began looking at his body surveying the damage. She stood walking toward the door to look for the nurse.

"Garcia?"

She turned and hurried back to his bedside. She didn't want to be the one to explain what had happened it would only upset him.

"Do you remember anything?"

Reid tensed and turned his head away from her trying to clear his mind. He remained silent for several minutes she watched him lightly brushing the hair from his face.

"Reid, please try to remember what happened last night."

Just then two nurses, one female and one male entered the room and ushered her out. She watched from the window as they examined him. He had to be alright she thought to herself. All of the tears that she had been able to hold inside suddenly broke forth and fell uncontrollably down her face. She didn't know if they were happy tears that he was awake and talking or if they were sad tears for her other friend that was still lost somewhere alone.

Morgan had no idea what time it was. Being in this small room meant he was in constant darkness except for the small glint of light the slipped through a crack from a dingy window twenty feet above his head. It had been more than a day at least since he'd eaten and his stomach was growling demanding food. He was having seconds thoughts about being stubborn last night. He wondered if he'd shared the drink with Jordan last night would it have led to a meal as well. He couldn't give in to her demands he had to let her know that he wasn't going to be broken by her or anyone else for that matter. He had to hold on by now his team surely knew he was missing and in trouble. He was always the one breaking down doors, taking risk saving the innocent victims, which sometimes meant his teammates. Now, he needed saving, needed them to find him before he could no longer hold on.

The door opened the three men came in and without a word unchained him and pulled him to his feet. The hallway was dimly lit and he strained to see anything that may look familiar and give him a clue to where he was. It wouldn't matter he knew he was utterly alone but at least it was something he thought.

The men stopped in front of a narrow door; it didn't look like the other doors that they had passed. The larger man who was the one in charge opened the door; it was a small bathroom with a sink, a toilet and a small shower.

"You have fifteen minutes to shower and handle your business. The mistress will be returning in a little while and she likes her special guest to be presentable."

"Presentable? For what? He thought as he looked around the small room that was oddly impeccably clean. He stepped in and turned to face the men who eyed him intently.

"Do you mind if I have some privacy?" He said sarcastically.

"Fifteen minutes!"

The door slammed loudly and Derek could hear the bolt turning locking him in. It was then that he noticed the clothes that had been behind the door; white long sleeve dress shirt, black dress pants, black dress shoes and fresh boxers and socks. He didn't know what to think of it all but a shower did sound good and for a moment he was grateful.

The hot water felt good against his skin even the bruises felt better as the hot water beat against him. He lost himself for a moment in the hot relief. He'd spent the last several hours in unbearable cold and his fingers and toes had grown numb. The hunger roaming his stomach seemed to give him a few minutes of peace. A loud knock and booming voice reminded him that his time was ticking away.

"Seven minutes!"

The clothes fit perfectly they were expensive he reluctantly buttoned the shirt and adjusted the buckle around his waist dreading whatever Jordan had planned for the evening. The door opened and the man hungrily looked him up and down then led him to the room where he first saw Jordan the night before. The aroma of beef, potatoes and vegetables hit him and he knew he would not refuse the meal he silently prayed that food was the only thing being offered tonight.

On cue she entered from the side door dressed in a tight fitting red dress cut dangerously low exposing her ample cleavage. She smiled and seductively slithered over to him stopping centimeters in front of him. She gazed into him as if looking for the secret passage to his soul. He didn't flinch or react to her closeness, which made him uncomfortable.

"My you do clean up well, my love."

She turned and walked to the table and waited as the man pulled out her chair. After she sat the other two men nudge him toward the table. Without resisting he took a seat across from her. Last night's scenario began to play out with the man pouring two glasses of champagne one for Jordan and one for him. Next a plate of food was set in front of her then in front of him.

"I hope you like prime rib. Andre here is an incredible chef! "

The aroma rushed his senses nearly overcoming him. He fought the momentary nausea that it caused. Then the hunger took over. He wanted to dive into the meat, red potatoes, broccoli and a large buttery roll but he hesitated he knew there was a catch so he kept still.

She was puzzled by his hesitance he was messing with her fun. She wanted him to dive in so that she could play a little cat and mouse but like the night before he refused to play.

"Aren't you hungry, baby?"

"You know I am."

"Well, dig in."

"What's the catch?"

"No catch."

She watched him eye the food again.

"Of course you'll owe me a favor."

He knew it more games and he wasn't in the mood to play games.

"Jordan, stop this. Tell me what happened to Reid! Let me go!"

Jordan ignored him and began cutting her meat. The man removed Derek's plate and held it in his gloved hand next to him. Derek looked up at him and snickered shaking his head.

"I stopped by the BAU today." She began taking a bite of food and slowly chewing it.

Derek looked across at her with flames in his eyes.

"Seems they are quite worried about you. Poor JJ had tears in her eyes. They have no leads…"

"Jordan, stay away from my friends!"

"Why would I want to do that? Besides, Hotch has asked me to work with them to help find you."

Derek began to chuckle, which seemed to irritate Jordan as she slowly set her fork down.

"What's so funny?"

"You just answered my question…Reid's alive!"