Hey guys! So this is the 6th chapter now and I just want to say for those of you who have kept with the story through my annoyingly long periods of time between each chapter, thank you.

Reid:

Reid's hotel was huge. It pushed him down a lot money-wise, but he figured that the team, if they decided to come looking for him, wouldn't expect him to pay so much for a hotel, and he was pulling all the stops to make sure they stayed as far away from him as possible. It took all the strength he had not to run out onto the tarmac at the airport and steal their jet. Knowing how to fly a plane didn't help fight the urge. As he entered the lobby of the huge hotel, his eyes drifted towards the ceiling. It was a very high ceiling, with a Sistine chapel style painting which reid found fascinating. He himself had never been to the Sistine chapel because he simply had no interest in travelling all the way to Italy when he had work to focus on. Now however, he was reconsidering. Maybe once he was done with this rescue mission he would take a holiday and relax. He definitely needed it.

Once he forced himself to look away from the beautiful ceiling, he realised that he was already at the front desk. He couldn't remember how long he had been standing there, and he was verging on embarrassment, so he quickly told her his name and room number. Reid had booked the room that morning, and fortunately there were available rooms. He thought that this was probably because of the expense of the rooms, so he didn't question it any more. As the young girl at the front desk handed him the key to his room, he began to think up tactics and plans. He already knew that as soon as he worked out where Jessica was, he would go on his own. He had left the remains of his badge at his destroyed apartment in D.C, so he couldn't flash the badge and demand authority like hotch would usually do. The police department would just screw up his plan and go in guns blazing. Reid wasn't usually a judgemental person, but over last last few months he had been noticing things while on cases that he hadn't before. He realized that the cops were the babies of law enforcement and in a crisis, most would make it messy by trying to act tough. It wasn't an appealing plan to go to the police, so Reid would have to do it all on his own. He wouldn't ask the team for help unless he knew that Jessica was in life threatening danger.

As soon as Reid walked through the door to his room, he walked over to his bedside table. In most of the hotels he had stayed in, there had been a map of the area, so hoping that this was one of those hotels, he pulled open the drawer. Bingo. The map was a large folded piece of paper that covered the entire bed. Perfect. Reid grabbed a marker out of his messenger bag that was still hangng from his shoulder, and placed the bag on a hook by the door. He may be in a crisis but he would still try to stay a tidy as he could. He went back over to the bed where he had unfolded the map, crossed his arms, and stared intently at the lines and green patches.

The phone call that he had with Jessica was short, but it was all he had to work with, so he would just have to make do. He thought back to the phone call and focused on any tiny details that could give any clues as to where she was hidden. He remembered that there was a slight echo when she spoke, so she was in a large room. No carpets, most likely a cement room, because he had heard the chilling smack that sounded when the unsub threw her across the room. There was a series of clicks before a bang when the unsub entered the room, which told Reid that the door had more than a couple of locks, and was heavy which explained The bang. Reid was standing there trying to pinpoint a location for hours before he had an idea. He couldn't believe he hadn't thought of this sooner, but once it came to him, he couldn't hold back. He removed his mobile from his pocket and dialled a number which he hadn't used in weeks. As he put the cell to his ear, he could hear the rings, one, two, three, four. After four rings, a male picked up.

"Hello Agent Webber?" His voice was music to Reids ears.

"Jack? I need help. Its about Jessica" Reid paused. " She's in trouble"

There was another pause, a long one, before webber answered. "Where are you?"

Finally. Someone who could help.

Hotch:

They had been in Texas for 2 hours now, and Hotch had already been interviewing the unsub for 1 of those hours. The rest of the team had looked at the evidence, been to the crime scene, and talked to the detectives involved, and had all come to the conclusion that they had the right unsub. They were just waiting for Hotch to come out of the interview whilst doing some case files. Hotch knew in the first 5 minutes of interviewing this guy that he was the unsub, but he wanted to be thorough. He didn't want to get it wrong and have to come back to more murders because of a careless mistake, so had stayed in there for an hour, asking the unsub ,mindless questions about the victims. Eventually, he had come to a conclusion that this was definitely the unsub and he couldn't do any more re-checking. Leaving the room, Hotch glanced towards the conference room. He could see his agents in there, hunching over case files, no conversation, so laughing or joking. Hotch sighed. Why couldn't everything just go back to normal.