Wow, I am overwhelmed with the response this has gotten so far! Thank you all for the reviews. It's so nice that there are people invested in this story. I'm very new to writing (I only have one other story that's a work in progress), so I wasn't sure if this would turn out to be any good. I have a pretty good idea of where this is going though - I just need to get it all written out!

Oh and there was a little speculation about what extent the unsub might go to. I just want to assure everyone that this story won't be sexually graphic. There are plenty of other ways to torture Reid, but I'm not planning on going there. Reid's really not this unsub's type, anyway ;)

Enjoy and please review! They make me smile :)

Prentiss and Rossi joined the rest of the team in the conference room. "What do you guys have so far?" Prentiss asked as she took a seat at the round table.

Morgan stood and paced the room as he talked. "Well, based on the handwriting on the whiteboard in the photo, the unsub appears to be male. Though Reid is better at handwriting analysis than I am." Morgan paused. He hadn't meant to mention Reid. Thinking about Reid just led his mind to start imagining all of the possibilities of what Reid might be going through at the moment.

Hotchner picked up where Morgan left off. "Our unsub is clearly organized. He likely has something against either Reid, myself, or the entire BAU. He wants us to feel helpless, so we know he seeks control. The handwriting analysis also indicates he is angry." I don't like the idea of Reid at the mercy of an angry, vengeful unsub, Hotch thought.

It was Garcia's turn to pitch in her limited information. "Reid's phone was shut off at 2:02am. Let's assume that's when he was abducted. The photo was sent at 3:52am, giving the unsub one hour and 50 minutes between taking Reid and sending the photo. Assuming he kept to the speed limit to avoid unwanted attention, here's a radius of how far he could have gotten in that amount of time." Garcia pulled a map up on the screen with a big circle on it. Too big of a circle to be of much use at the moment. "I'm sorry but that's all I have at the moment." Garcia's lip started to tremble and it was clear that she was holding back tears.

"Hey baby girl. Look at me," Morgan said as he kneeled down beside Garcia and took both of her hands in his. "We are going to find Reid. This team always finds each other. It's what we do. He's going to be okay."

Garcia sniffled and tried to put on a brave face. "I know you're right. I'm just so worried about him. We have no idea what is happening to him right now." She took a tissue being offered by JJ and wiped her nose and eyes. "Thanks JJ." The technical analyst shot a half smile at the blonde woman and let go of Derek's hands as she turned back to her computer. "Okay, back to work. I'm sifting through traffic cameras, hoping to catch something that looks suspicious. But it's a needle in a haystack until I have more to go on."

"More like a needle in a pile of needles…" Morgan mumbled. The rest of the room looked at him questioningly, so he elaborated. "Oh, it's just something Reid said once. 'A needle would stand out in haystack.'" Derek looked like his emotions were about to get the better of him. He swallowed the last of his coffee and left the room under the guise of getting more. But Hotch knew he needed a moment to collect himself.

There was a moment of stillness in the room for half a second, and then everyone went back to trying to figure out where Spencer Reid was, and who could possibly have taken him.

Please don't. Please. Anything but that, Reid thought to himself. He knew that his eyes were reflecting his plea. If only he could pull away from the man who was approaching him with a syringe. What it contained, Reid could only guess.

"Don't worry doctor. It's not dilaudid." He smiled and waited for a reaction from Reid. "Oh yes, I know all about that. This is just something to keep you, shall we say, complacent. A special mix you no doubt remember." The man pushed Reid's left sleeve up further and injected the drug into his vein. Reid pushed down the flashbacks that threatened to surface in his mind. This was not the first time Reid had been injected with something against his will. I can't believe this is happening again.

"Relax, it's just a neural inhibitor. I don't want the effects to wear off during this next part." The man walked behind Reid, who could once again hear something on wheels being pushed closer towards him. As the metal tray came into his peripheral vision, he could see that it held an electroshock therapy machine. I should have seen this coming, Reid thought.

From everything he knew about this man, this was almost predictable. To distract himself from the fear building in his mind, Reid thought back to when he first encountered this man. It was two years ago during a case in Atlantic City. A very disturbed young woman named Samantha had been abducting women and using neural inhibitors on them. The women were surrogates for Samantha's doll collection that was taken from her by the man currently holding Reid hostage - her father, Dr. Arthur Malcolm. He was a therapist who, among other things, raped his daughter and then used electroshock therapy on her to keep her quiet. Reid remembered that he had been very confrontational with Dr. Malcolm on that case. It was necessary though – the information he gained by doing so had helped the team to rescue three women from Samantha's twisted game. Samantha had been taken to a sanitarium for the help that she so desperately needed, and Reid had thought that Dr. Malcolm went to jail for the rape of several of his patients.

"I'm going to make this easy for you, Dr. Reid. Here's your cell phone. And here's your gun." Malcolm smirked as he set Reid's gun and phone on the tray beside the electroshock machine. "Right in front of you. All you have to do is reach out and grab them." He laughed. He clearly got a sick sense of satisfaction from Reid being completely helpless. Reid had everything he needed to escape right in front of him – but he couldn't move. It was infuriating to Reid. He shot daggers from his eyes.

"I guess you want to stay and have some therapy then. Let's see if this thing still works like it did when Samantha was little. You remember Samantha, right? My daughter? You took her away from me." Dr. Malcolm was starting to get angry as he spoke. He edged closer and closer to Spencer's face until he was inches away and practically spitting on him as he spoke. "You took my daughter, my practice, my esteemed place in the community. My lawyer managed to get me out of the charges laid against me, but the damage was done. The community ostracized me. I lost my psychology license. I can't even see my daughter anymore – Samantha's doctors won't let me. They say it upsets her too much. It's all your fault. Everything is because of you and that meddling team of yours. And you are going to pay!" Dr. Malcolm had clearly become unhinged in the past couple of years. Spencer couldn't move away when Dr. Malcolm picked up the electrodes and attached them to each side of Reid's head. He then pulled out Velcro straps and began attaching Reid's chest and arms to the chair. Reid knew that, drugs or no drugs, electric shock would force him to fall out of the chair if he wasn't strapped to it. Lastly, Dr. Malcolm put a cloth in his mouth. So I don't bite off my own tongue. How thoughtful of him, Reid thought.

"Of course, it's not all your fault. Your entire team is to blame. So let's conference them in so they can join our group therapy session, shall we?" Dr. Malcolm walked behind Reid again and reappeared with a laptop and a folding table to set it on. Malcolm set it up so that Reid was in centre frame on the webcam. "Perfect. Let's see what your team is up to, shall we?"

Please don't make them watch this, Reid silently begged. He was helpless to do anything to stop it though. He couldn't even move.