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3... 2... 1... action!

Reid huddled in the corner, Makaia's screams echoing through the walls. What still bothered him more than the darkness was the nature of her screams. They weren't cries of pain or fear; they were yells of anger. The agent strained his ears to hear, but even with his senses amplified by lack of sight, he couldn't make out any words escaping Makaia's lips. However, he could hear the defiance in her tone and knew she was standing up to this unsub. But it was killing him that he didn't know what the bastard was doing to her.

'That's the point, I suppose.' He thought to himself. 'It's psychological torture. I can't do anything to help.' he let out a sound of frustration and slammed his fist into the wall behind him. He could see why Morgan punched walls so often, it felt good to let some anger out on something that couldn't feel pain or punch back.

After what seemed like days of just sitting in the dark and listening to Makaia's anger, the screaming stopped. A second eternity later, a whimpering Makaia was shoved into the room. The light was clicked on again and it seemed unnaturally bright to Reid's darkness-prone eyes. He had to squint in order to see the unsub dragging Makaia back to her spot near Reid. He relocked her cuff and pulled out a syringe, eyes set on Reid.

Horrible flashbacks tore through his mind.

Tobias tightened the belt around Reid's upper arm before preparing the syringe.

"Please," Reid begged. "I don't want it. I don't want it." He struggled against the belt attaching him to the chair.

"Trust me, I know." Tobias looked at Reid, reassuringly, believing he was helping.

"Please don't!" sobbed and tears began to fall as the needle was pushed into his arm.

"Come on, let's get you out of here." Gideon supported his weight to lead him out of the cemetery.

Reid pulled away. "Can I have a second alone?"

Gideon nodded and walked a few feet away. Reid knelt down and reached into Tobias' pocket for the dilaudid.

Reid locked the door behind him and checked the stalls to make sure nobody else was in the bathroom.

He stood in front of the mirror, pulling out the vials, resisting the urge to plunge the needle into the bottle and let the drug flow through his blood stream.

"Has anybody seen Reid?" he heard Morgan's voice from the hallway.

"I've never seen you act like this." Emily said while they stood outside of the homeless shelter. Concern laced her voice and that irritated Reid.

"Oh, really? So, in the months that you've known me, you never seen me act this way? No offense, Emily, but, you don't really know what you're talking about, do you?"

He stormed off.

Reid stared at the needle, paralyzed with fear. The unsub's lips curled into a cruel grin as Spencer's eyes widened and his breathing started quickening.

"What's wrong Spencer?" the unsub asked, mock sympathy in his voice. "Afraid of needles?" He pulled his belt from its loops and roughly grabbed Reid's arm, wrapping the belt around his upper arm in a tourniquet fashion.

"Please." Reid begged. He did not want to go down this path ever again. "No."

"Oh relax, it isn't dilaudid." The unsub shrugged. "It's heroine."

Reid pulled harder against the unsub, but his grip was firm and before he knew it, the agent was slumped back against the wall, both dreading and welcoming the fast approaching high.

Reid barely registered that the unsub left.

Fifteen minutes later, he turned his head to see Makaia slumped on her side, silent tears sliding down her cheeks. Fortunately, the unsub had given spencer a small dose, much less than he was used to when he took dilaudid, so he came down from the high quickly. Unfortunately, however, he knew the withdraw symptoms would kick in soon.

A few more minutes and the high was almost completely over. Once he determined that he was able to think straight, he moved closer to Makaia.

"Hey." He said quietly. "Are you okay?"

She sat up nodding. "Yeah."

"What happened?" Reid prodded gently.

"Um…" Makaia furrowed her eyebrows and looked at the ground in an attempt to recall what had happened. "I'm not entirely sure. I remember him holding a gun to my head and then…" she looked back up at Reid apologetically. "I was on the floor in different room and he was kicking me. I don't remember leaving here though."

"You were yelling. A lot." Reid said, trying to help her remember. "But you didn't sound scared or hurt. You sounded mad. Defiant screams."

She looked down again, picking at her fingernails. When she tilted her head, Reid could see the shadow of a freshly forming bruise under her eye.

"Makaia." Something was very clearly bothering her. Other than the whole hostage situation. "What happened in there? I know you know. I'm a profiler remember."

"No, Doctor Reid, I really don't know." She brushed the question off and Reid could tell that she obviously didn't want to talk about it. He had his suspicion, but he wasn't going to press her. "Why did he give you heroine?"

Reid hesitated, but figured it wouldn't make anything worse by telling her. "Because he's been watching me. In two thousand six, I was abducted in Georgia by an unsub with dissociative identity disorder." Reid wasn't sure if it was his imagination, but it seemed that Makaia tensed up when he mentioned DID. He ignored it though. "The actual man, Tobias Hankle, had two alternate personas; his father Charles and the ark angle Raphael. Charles and Raphael tortured me to try and get me to confess my sins, while Tobias wanted to help. He… he gave me dilaudid and when my team found me, I was addicted."

"Oh my god." She mumbled, absolutely stunned. "So this isn't you first time being abducted…"

"No. However, it's what I signed up for. Being a field agent in the FBI, I could die at any given moment. I signed off on it."

"I realize." She looked as if she suddenly remembered something. "Who's Maeve?" she looked up at him, curiously. "He said I was just like her?"

"He was referring to the situation." Reid sighed. It was his turn to look down at his hands. "Maeve was… the woman I loved. She had a stalker, an undergrad student named Diane Turner who resented Maeve for rejecting her thesis. Diane took Maeve to get to me and… she committed murder suicide because I loved Maeve and not her. I couldn't save her." Even two years later, it hurt to talk about Maeve. He resented himself for not being able to save her, even though, logically, he knew he couldn't have done anything more.

"I'm so sorry." Makaia's empathy was genuine, and Reid knew that was because she knew loss. She knew lonely. She knew what it was like to feel like the world was against you. Reid hated that she had to know these things at such a young age, but he was also grateful to have someone to empathize with.

"Thank you." He looked back up at her and saw true understanding in her eyes. Understanding that was just barely overshadowing terror. "Hey." He spoke gently as he reached for her hand, grasping it gently. He found it odd that he wasn't uncomfortable with the gesture. "We're getting out of here."

The fear in Makaia's eyes pushed the understanding away as she gripped the other genius' hand. "I know. But, eidetic memories and criminology classes aren't really useful in this situation. Statistics keep bouncing around in my head."

"I know how you feel."

With that, the pair lapsed into silence, taking comfort from their entwined fingers until the unsub came back.

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"Makaia Alcina." Garcia said quickly, glancing at documents popping up on her screen. "Oh this poor, wonderful girl."

"Talk to us Garcia." Hotch said, wanting to either connect her to Reid or make sure they were part of two separate cases.

"Where do I start…" she wondered aloud. "Okay, bad news first. Her mother was diagnosed with Paranoid schizophrenia five years before Makaia was born, when she was nine, her father walked out on them and when she was ten, her mother had an episode and chase her out of their house with a hammer. Social services stepped in and put her in foster care where she bounced around to thirteen different homes in five years due to abuse and neglect." Garcia whimpered. "Onto semi-positive aspects. Her IQ is 185, she jumped from fifth to tenth grade, finished high school at age thirteen and is starting her third year of criminology and first year of psychology. Also taking classes in mathematics and just finished four years-worth of biology in two years. Wow. She's like a female version of our Boy Wonder Spencer Reid."

"Well, this is definitely our unsub." Blake slouched back in her chair, feeling defeated.

"Which means we have until Thursday to find them." Rossi said, also leaning back and feeling helpless.

"Guys." Morgan said, hesitantly. "We still don't know the method behind his madness."

"Morgan's right." JJ sighed. "We need to figure out why he's doing this in order to find them."

"Well," Hotch looked at his team, seeing the exhaustion written all across their faces, "we need to take another look at MO. Andrews, can you bring in Makaia's foster parents? I'd like to speak with them."

"Sure. I'll call them now." He left the room and Hotch turned to his team.

"Let's find this son of a bitch."

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