Garcia's knees buckled. She truly wished at times that she was not as quick on the up take as she was. Her body, acting of its own volition began to shake. She understood exactly what the voice was intending to make them do. And by the reactions of the three men, they understood as well. The guys, her guys, would never be able to handle the mental anguish that it would cause them. She had to get them out of this situation. Morgan was crushing her and she feared Reid had just died and went straight to rigor the way he tensed up against her back. Hotch, well she never knew what was going on in Hotch's mind. However, the way the skin over his pulse was jumping and the clenching of his jaw gave her a good idea of how he was feeling. She had to figure out a way to save them.

Morgan was enraged. Clutching Penelope to his chest so hard it seemed he was trying to fuse their bodies into one. He began to swear at the bastard. He knew rationally that it was a waste of breathe and would do nothing but potentially put a target on his back, but he knew, he just knew what this scum bag was wanting. Maybe if he was so focused on Derek, then the others would be able to make it out unscathed. Trying to shield Penelope from the ball-less wonder's view, Derek wondered if he would be able to kick out the double window. Closing his eyes briefly he gave into a small sigh. He knew that there was no way that he would be able to achieve such a feat. They were going to have to do something, and fast.

Reid went still. Like Garcia, Reid wished at times that he didn't understand things quite so well. The man was going to make them violate her. Possibly even make them torture her and each other. The blood drained from his face and he tried to subtly take another look around the room for any possible escape routes. His eyes scanned the small room they were in looking for any sign of a door or accessible window that could be used. There was one door at the far end of what he deemed the observation window, that had to lead to the interior of the building. Reid peered up at the small windows. Judging by the amount of light coming into the room and the strength of the rays along with the angle, he deduced that it was around noon time. That meant that they had already spent well over 12 hours in their current location if they were all taken when they were leaving the BAU. After the first 24 hours abductees chances of survival were drastically reduced. They had to find a way out if they were going to make it out alive and unharmed.

Hotch went on profiler autopilot. It was obvious that the unsub was obsessive if he had been stalking the team for the amount of time that he claimed. His focus was primarily on Garcia, yet spanned out to included them all. There also may be more than one since subduing 4 Federal Agents, 3 of which were armed, and transporting them somewhere unknown, and positioning them into the room would have taken time, opportunity, and strength. He was also clearly sadistic. Not causing harm himself, but having them hurt each other while he watched showed cowardice and contempt. It was also very possible that the unsub was impotent since it was clear that himself, Morgan, and Reid were supposed to rape Garcia.

"Glaring at the window will do you no good Agent Hotchner. I assure you that I have taken great pains to bring you all here. I will see to your every comfort and need. Please think of this as a much need and deserved vacation."

"This is NOT a vacation. You have taken four FBI agents against their will and are planning on using them to torture and assault each other. How exactly is that a fucking vacation?!" Morgan yelled.

"Morgan don't." Hotch said, putting his hand up toward Derek. "We need to keep our heads. It's the only way…" Hotch's sentence was interrupted by the squeak of the door opening. The occupants all tensed and stepped back. The men's hands automatically reaching for their side arm that was of course missing.

"Please follow the signs to your room. Your lunch will be getting cold." The voice instructed.

"What are we going to do?" Garcia whispered unwrapping one arm from around Morgan to link her fingers with Reid's.

Squeezing her hand reassuringly Reid began to pull her along. "We follow the signs."

The agents made their way cautiously through the door and out into a hall. Looking around it was obvious that they were in what looked to be an old abandoned police station that had been painted and decorated crudely to look like a residential home. Hotch lead the group with Reid and Garcia behind him, and Morgan covering their backs. Along the wall there was a signs made from poster and marker simply stating 'This way'. Slowly they followed the signs through the station until they entered a large room.

It had obviously been the LEO's locker room when the station had been in use, however most of the lockers had been removed and it was turned into a strange makeshift apartment, for lack of a better word. Carpet had been thrown down on the cement floor and the open doorway leading from the gaudy room was no doubt the entrance to the shower racks and restroom. A couch was placed close to the door that lead from the hallway, a large dining room table and chairs stationed behind it. A large bed dominated much of the other half of the room.

Hotch entered the room cautiously and immediately began clearing it. Eyes grazing over the objects in the room searching out danger. Reid followed close behind pulling Penelope close to his side, ready to throw himself him front of her if need be. Eyes sharp, he took in each detail committing it all to memory. His gaze slide over the bed and pushed it to the back of his mind not wanting to think about the intentions that the bed represented. Penelope's eyes however automatically went to the gigantic bed. She knew what the man wanted to happen to her. She was terrified what it would do to her friends if his desires came to fruition. Morgan entered the room last scanning the room as he did. His eyes lingered over each piece of furniture, taking in everything. Like Garcia, Morgan's eyes settled on the bed for a long moment before moving on to the rest of the room. Seeing Reid examining the table, Derek followed to investigate.

Reid continued holding Penelope's hand as he examined the contents of the table. It appeared that a full course meal had been spread out across the table and it was obvious that the meal was meant for them.

"What the hell is this all about?" Morgan asked as Hotch came out of the shower hub.

"It seems that the unsub is trying to "reward" us. He wants us to believe that we have done something that he deems worthy. In his mind he is trying to give us what he feels we are missing and need."

"Reid's right. He claims that he has been watching us for a while and feels that he knows our desires and needs." Hotch explained further.

"You are very perceptive my friends. I have told you that I will provide everything for your comfort and pleasure. Please sit, eat. You will need your strength."

Morgan had had enough. "Just tell us what the hell you want!"

"I would like for you to all have a seat and enjoy the wonderful meal that I have had prepared for you all."

"We don't want your damn meal. We want nothing to do with your insane sense of relaxation. As a matter of fact you can…" Morgan's rant was cut off as the door to the hallway slammed closed and a foul smelling gas began to fill the room.

The four agents immediately begin covering their nose and mouths in order to lessen the amount of gas that they breathe in and dropped to the floor, crawling toward the shower room door. In the end though it was ineffective as one by one they each fell victim to the sleeping gas.