A/C: Hey guys! I can't thank you enough for all your wonderful reviews. I'm so glad you're enjoying this story (especially since I'm particularly cruel to our favorite agents). Sorry for the delay, but college work consumed my life for a while. I'm home for the summer now and I've regained a bit of muse so I hope to update regularly!

Prentiss and Reid

The sight of her rapist leading Reid into the cage was both horrifying and relieving. He looked as though he was in pretty bad shape, but he was alive. She spent the past hour down in the depths of the dungeon restlessly asserting herself that her friends were going to be alright. Reid was far from alright, however. His shirt was torn open, hanging loosely on his thin frame, exposing his bloody chest. It took her a moment to look past the carnage, but she began to make out the letters: FAG. A surge of anger ran through her.

Reid looked completely in shock by her current state in the cage. She supposed it did look pretty awful. Their unnamed patriarchal captor imprisoned her directly after violating her. Holding her by her hair, he forced her onto the ground and fastened a metal collar around her neck that was attached to a chain in the cement wall. There was another one of the collars on the other side of the cage suggesting the structure was meant for two. She guessed he was about to force Reid into the same position.

Her friend, however, seemed to be frozen in a state of panic. Her heart dropped as she knew this would prompt and excuse for an attack. Part of her just wanted to scream at him to snap out of it and just do what the redneck wants. And then he started to beat him. She couldn't help but scream for him to stop even though it would do no good. After a few blows he was thrown into the cage and chained up. It looked as though he lost consciousness. Adding insult to injury, their captor spit directly on his face.

"I thought you were supposed to be feds," he said with a chuckle. And then he left them.

Emily clenched her fists with rage and anguish. She studied these people for most of her life and yet in the seat of a victim it is so easy to wonder why this is happening. Could they have avoided this? It just seemed like the odds were never in their favor. She wished to god that Reid wasn't with them. Even if they managed to get out of this she could not imagine the aftermath on his psyche. Tobias was bad, but this… this was a different level.

She crawled over to him as far as the chain would let her, ripping a piece of her shirt off to wipe his face. Repulsed by the saliva of the man that assaulted her she tossed it towards the bars.

Prompted by her touch, Reid began to stir. Although their only light source was a hanging light bulb on the other side of the bars, he winced as he opened his eyes.

"Hey," she said with a weak smile.

"Emily…" he started before fully coming to terms with their surroundings. His hands jumped to the metal collar around his neck. She didn't know what to say. They both knew this was a horrible situation. They were also both mentally and physically fatigued which left little energy to conjure some sort of plan.

"I'm so sorry," he said in a dazed voice. It was evident he was blaming himself which she expected due to the way his mind worked.

"Reid, don't do that to yourself. None of this is your fault," she asserted as she grabbed his hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. He looked away with an expression of shame.

"Reid, please. We need to focus and try to get out of here alive. Blaming yourself isn't going to help," Emily stated a little more firmly than intended.

Surprisingly enough that seemed to put him in a better mindset. With his traditional expression of deep thinking he looked around the room to analyze their surroundings. The room that held the cage they were in had only one doorway in or out. Past that there were winding hallways of other space which led to the stairwell. Any escape would be extremely difficult.

"We have to overpower them," he said bluntly. "If it's just the parents and Angie I think we can do it, but she said there's a brother."

"I can only imagine what breed of redneck he is…" she remarked with a hollow laugh.

"And J.J… we have to get to her. I haven't seen her since we were knocked out, have you?" Reid asked with intense worry for their friend.

Emily knew that she was alive. They wouldn't kill someone as pretty as her right away. She just hoped she wouldn't have to endure what happened earlier.

"No, I have no idea where they're keeping her. I was with that backwoods asshole the whole time."

Reid's eyes grew larger with that statement. He knew. She could tell he wanted to say something, some words of comfort, but they didn't come. Instead he pulled her into a long embrace.

"You need sleep," she said after they parted. "It looks like you've lost a decent amount of blood. I'll watch over you."

Despite the gentlemen he was, Reid didn't argue. He lay down on the cold ground and tried to find some solace in a place that was far from here.

The Rest of the Team

Hotch, Morgan and Rossi stood around their makeshift Montana conference room in a tense silence. It had been hours since they last heard from the rest of their teammates and they remained untraceable. They contacted authorities in the town the threesome were headed for to check with the people they were supposed to interview, but there was no sign of their teammates.

"We need to go out there and find them," Morgan asserted.

"There are miles of terrain out there and we have no idea where they could be or what happened to them," Rossi noted. "It's going to be difficult."

"Well we know something must have happened to result in all of their phones and the GPS to break down… but what?" Hotch added. He was filled with frustration and worry. This was nothing like his team. It was a standard interview and now they were nowhere to be found. He couldn't put his finger on it, but there was something terribly wrong going on.

"I'm no Reid with a map," Morgan said pulling one of the area off the wall, "But I say we divide up the area between the three of us and take some men with us. It's better than sitting around here waiting."

"I agree. Alert the station that we need backup for this," Hotch commanded as Morgan took off with a nod.

"We'll find them, Hotch. They can take care of themselves," Rossi said with a supportive pat on his shoulder.

J.J

J.J lay on the bed staring at the boarded up window as light began to pour through the cracks. It was sunrise. She was so filled with anxiety about Reid and Prentiss she wasn't able to sleep at all. She hadn't seen anyone since Luke came into the room last night with the tray of food. She figured it was only a matter of time before he returned.

All she wanted was some sign that her friends were alive. That would keep her going. She could take a beating or something worse, but this seclusion was defeating her.

Another hour passed before she heard the familiar creak of the stairwell. From the sound of the steps it wasn't Luke. He had a much heavier sound. It was Angie.

She had a smirk on her face as she looked at the full grown woman in the silly ruffled dress.

"Good morning," Angie exclaimed in an irritatingly chipper tone.

J.J wasn't sure how to react. This girl was one of her captors and she most likely spent part of the night hurting her friends. She didn't want to have any reaction.

Before she knew it Angie gave her a strong slap across the face she did not expect.

"When I say something to you, you respond," she commanded in a sickeningly sweet tone.

J.J had the urge to hit this brat right back, but she knew that her family could easily defend her with worse punishments. She nodded at Angie's words.

"Okay, now that that's settled, I'm here to make you look acceptable for breakfast. Mama and Pa always expect us to look our best… especially you since you're not that pretty to begin with."

She was rather baffled by the way she was going about this. It seemed like she had the mind of a child, but the sadism of Ted Bundy. But she didn't care what this monster thought of her. She just needed to follow her directions well enough to get downstairs and possibly plan a way out.

For the next ten minutes Angie went around humming familiar children's song melodies as she coated J.J in makeup that gave her the appearance of a china doll. J.J didn't understand why it mattered how she looked if they were eventually going to brutalize her, but she stopped being surprised by the action of people like these a long time ago.

As Angie began to pack the makeup back in their respective cases she dropped a brush which rolled under the bed. With a sigh she bent down to retrieve it. J.J knew this was her chance. With adrenaline pumping through her veins she bounded out the attic door with her heart beating a mile a minute.