JJ entered the conference room containing Hotch, Morgan, and Garcia. Garcia had set up two laptops, opting to work from this room with the rest of the team instead of out of her normal office. Morgan and Hotch stopped talking when the noticed JJ had something to say. "I've reached out to all of my contacts. Reid will be on all of the morning news broadcasts. If someone has seen him, We'll know about it. What can I help with here?"

Hotch got straight to business. "Morgan and I have started building a profile, but we don't have much to go on. As we narrow down who we are looking for, I was hoping you could start going through recent case files to try to find anyone who might have a vendetta against Reid."

Morgan spoke up. "This guy might not have something against Reid specifically. Look at this note. 'You can only watch.' He's trying to get under our skin and make us feel helpless. He may have something against you Hotch, since you're the one he sent this to. Or the BAU in general. Reid could have just been deemed the easiest target." Morgan looked down at the photo of Reid that he held in his hand. He clenched his jaw as he fought down the anger that was building towards the unsub, and the worry he had for his friend. Why does it always have to be you, kid? I know you can hold your own, but I wish you didn't have to prove it so often.

JJ nodded. "I'll start sorting case files so we can eliminate possibilities as we build the profile." She grabbed a stack of brown folders sitting on the conference room table. Hang in there Spence. We'll find you.

"Sir?" Garcia said, pulling Hotch's attention towards her.

"What did you find, Garcia?" Hotch asked. He knew it wouldn't be long before she had some information.

Garcia spoke as she typed. "Sir, I tracked Reid's car. It looks like it's at his apartment. His cell phone is off the grid, I think it's been turned off. But the last place it pinged was at his apartment as well. I'll keep a trace on it in case it turns back on."

"What about the photo, were you able to track where it was sent from?" Hotch asked, knowing that if she had, she probably would have led with the good news.

"I'm afraid not sir. It was sent through a burner phone. All I can tell you is that it was taken at 3:50am, right before it was sent you to, according to the embedded data. But the location information has been wiped. I'm not sure there's anything else I can do with it sir," Garcia sadly stated.

"Okay Penelope. Keep working to see if there's anything else in that photo that will give us a clue as to where Reid is or who has him," Hotch ordered. He knew that she was already doing this, but it helped him to feel like he had some control over the situation to give orders to his team members. And he needed to feel in control or he wouldn't be able to keep himself together.

Prentiss got in to the driver's seat of her SUV as Rossi jumped in the passenger side. They were finished at Reid's apartment and heading back to the BAU. Rossi called Hotch to fill him in. The phone rang only once before Hotch picked up.

"Dave. You're on speaker with me, Morgan, JJ, and Garcia. What did you find?" Hotch asked.

Rossi sighed before telling them everything he knew. "It looks like Reid didn't even make it into his apartment. He was taken from the parkade. His car is here. The back driver's side door was ajar. His keys were on the ground beside the car and his messenger bag was still in the backseat. Reid's cell phone isn't here, neither is his gun. There's a small amount of blood on the pavement, no doubt from the head wound we saw in the photo. My best guess is that Reid was opening the back door to grab his bag when someone snuck up behind him and knocked him out."

Garcia jumped in to the conversation at this point. "Rossi, are there any security cameras in the parkade? If they can send me the images, maybe I can get a visual on the unsub, or at least a snap of his licence plate?" Garcia was hopeful, but that feeling lasted all of two seconds.

"Unfortunately not, kitten" Rossi answered. "The parkade has no security cameras, and there don't appear to have been any witnesses. I'm afraid we've reached a dead end here. Forensics is pulling samples, hoping for a fingerprint or some DNA. The cops are going to wait until first light and then start knocking on neighbour's doors to see if anyone saw anything. But I don't think they are going to find much. This guy seems too organized to leave a trace of himself behind. Emily and I are headed back to the BAU, we will see you soon." Rossi hung up the phone and stared out the window. The sun was just about rise. He hoped that Reid would be safe again before it set.

Reid did everything in his power to keep his fear from showing in his eyes. He stared the man down as he hovered in front of Reid's face. He was searching Reid's eyes for something – a look of terror. Reid was determined not to give that to him. Unable to turn away, he looked straight ahead, unblinking.

"Do you know why you're here, Dr. Reid?" The man asked. He paused as if expecting an answer. He turned away from Reid and began pacing the basement floor. He never left Reid's field of vision. "No answer, Dr. Reid? You were so talkative last time we met." The man laughed. "You and your team took everything from me. My daughter. My practice. My LIFE." He was beginning to get agitated, Reid noted. "Now you're going to pay for what you did."

The man walked behind Reid, out of his line of vision. Reid could hear metal clanking behind him, and something moving on wheels towards him. What is he doing back there? Reid was still unable to move a single muscle, try as he might. He was completely unrestrained. The door to the basement had even been left open. If he could just MOVE, he could escape, he was sure of it. But in his current state, he was completely helpless.

"Now Dr. Reid, it's time for your treatment." The man appeared back into Reid's line of vision, and Reid couldn't help but let out a muffled moan when he saw what was in his hands.