Potomac General –

Reid was glad to see Garcia walk back into the room. In his opinion, the doctors and nurses had spent way too much time examining and questioning him. He needed to help the team find Morgan.

The doctors' smiles helped her to exhale as she stood next to Reid's bed. He was fully awake and looking a lot better then he did earlier. Of course he was already tired of being poked, prodded and questioned by the doctors.

"How is he doing Doctor?"

"He's doing quite well considering what he's been through."

"When can I leave?"

"Oh, you'll still be here with us a few more days. We need to keep an eye on those broken ribs. The other injuries are not serious and will heal in time."

"That's good news, right Reid?"

"Yeah, great." He responded sarcastically.

Reid was antsy he couldn't wait for the doctors to leave. There was a lot he needed to tell the team about what had happened the problem was that there was so much he still couldn't remember.

There was a dark figure in his mind that seemed hidden deep in his memory; a woman seemingly standing in the shadows of all that had happened to them that night. Every time he tried to focus and bring her the forefront of his mind she would fade away. Somehow the figure seemed muddled in with his thoughts and memories of their last case and he wasn't quite sure why or how to make sense of it all.

Jordan's Hideaway –

Jordan hated being laughed at almost as much as she hated being rejected. Here she sat across from the man she had kidnapped and was holding captive against his will and he was laughing…at her…with no fear of her whatsoever. He had not understood that she was in charge; she held his life in her hands and yet, he was making fun of her in front of her employees. She had not quite gotten her message across that was obvious, she had not been clear enough in explaining his fate; he belonged to her and was going to spend his life with her, loving her…there was nothing funny about that.

She stood fire in her eyes and he watched her walk slowly toward him clenching her fork and steak knife in her hands. Maybe laughing hadn't been such a good idea. He tried to move but like the night before her two goons held him in place. She raised her hands he knew it was coming still struggling against the strength of the two men. Then the expensive white dress shirt was stained with his blood as she plunged both the knife and fork into his chest. He couldn't stop the moan of pain that escaped him and he didn't care. More and more moans came as she pulled the fork and knife from his body and stood mesmerized as the crimson flood ran from him dripping on the floor.

"Not so funny now! Not so funny!" She yelled at the top of her lungs.

She loomed over him as he felt his body going weak and the excruciating pain took over his senses. It was getting hard to breathe he wanted to go home back to the things that were familiar and safe but no one was coming and if they were he wondered if they would be too late.

"You ungrateful bastard!" She screamed. "Take him back to his cell! Bandage him up; I don't want him dying on me just yet."

Even though she was yelling her voice seemed to be coming from far away and as the men drug him from the room he welcomed the darkness that overcame him.

Potomac General –

Hotch had decided to gather the team in Reid's room since he was awake and talking. Rossi and JJ had stopped by Mar's earlier to check the security footage but hadn't seen anything on the playback that was of use. The area around the bar was under re-development so none of the cameras run by the city were operational the night of the attack. The team was weary and losing hope of finding Morgan. The only hope hinged on Reid being able to tell them what happened.

"There were five of them." Reid began.

The team had arrived with hopes of Reid being able to provide them with a lead to Morgan's captors.

"Did you recognize any of them?" Hotch asked.

"No. It was too dark and they were wearing black and had on ski masks."

"Did they say anything?" JJ asked.

"Not really…I don't remember…but it was Morgan they wanted. I was just collateral damage."

"What makes you think it was Morgan they wanted? Rossi asked.

"Their focus was on him. The only reason I got beat up was because I started fighting them for going after Morgan."

Garcia and JJ shot surprised looks at each other; Reid was not a fighter on the contrary he'd run away from a fight before he'd run toward one.

"Tell us from the beginning what happened." Hotch demanded.

"Well, you all had already left and Morgan wanted to stay. These two ladies were paying us a lot of attention and he thought it was funny."

"What time did you two finally leave?" Rossi asked.

"It was about 1 a.m."

"About?" JJ asked.

"Okay, it was one-seventeen when we stepped out of the bar."

"That helps, thanks." JJ responded trying to lighten the mood.

"What else, Reid?" Hotch asked.

"We had to park two blocks away because we were late getting there. When we got to Morgan's car there were three large men leaning on his car. When the saw us coming they started walking towards us."

"I thought you said it was five of them?" Garcia asked.

"It happened so fast we were watching the three then out of nowhere two others came and grabbed me and held me while the three attacked Morgan."

"Reid, did you see what happened to Morgan?"

Reid looked away as if he did not hear Hotch's question. The figure of the woman came to his mind again. He wanted desperately to be able to see her face…to remember who she was. He'd seen her before…knew her but it was just a blur.

"Reid?" Hotch called his name again.

"There's something…another person…a woman I think…I…can't…see her…I'm sorry."

He was frustrated and exhausted he knew it was important that he remember but no matter how hard he tried the woman was nothing more than a haze.

"It's okay. It's getting late you need to rest. We'll be back in the morning." Hotch said.

"Hotch, we've got to find Morgan! They hurt him and the woman…she wanted him…I've got to remember! He was trying to protect me! If he hadn't been worried about me than he they probably wouldn't have been able to beat him!"

"Reid, there were five of them! Derek's is good but you were both outnumbered!" JJ responded.

"I tried to fight, I tried to help but I couldn't…I'm so sorry."

"You did your best and you're alive! That's what will keep Morgan going; knowing that you are alive." JJ added.

Reid relaxed trying to calm down as he lay heavily against his pillow. Garcia looked at him worried knowing that it was killing him not to be able to help Morgan. She was so worried about Derek. He had to be okay. He was strong and stubborn…he had to be okay, he had to be.