Hey everyone, here is the new story that I promised for you all. As many of my regular readers know I like to get on with the action quickly so I hope you all enjoy this chapter. I will update this next when I update my other stories. I've got into a nice little pattern now so I'm trying to keep to it. I'm very nervous about starting this story but I promise you there will be my usual dash of evil and plenty of Reid whump. I will also say now that there will be no slash in this or non-con. It's purely a torture story. Enjoy and I look forward to hearing from you all.

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Reid signed off on his last report before closing the file and placing it in his out pile. He yawned as he looked at the clock on his desk. The Sandman's melody was calling him. It was only seven o'clock and he was already exhausted. Being thrown around by Morgan during a mandatory training session would do that. His desk became shrouded in darkness as he switched off his lamp. The rest of the team had gone ahead to a bar with his blessing. Alcohol and exhaustion wouldn't be a good mix for him so he'd chosen to pass on the night out. As he made his way out of the FBI office and down the street, he wished he'd been able to bring his car into work that day. The Metro had been his chariot home for over a month now. He just didn't have the time or energy to do the repairs on the engine of his classic car.

He turned the corner to walk down the street. He wasn't surprised to see that he street was empty. There was a big game on. He expected some of the team was most likely watching the game at the bar.

"Hello, Dr Reid," a voice called behind him. He turned but failed to see the owner of his voice as his head exploded with pain. As his body collided with the pavement, his vision began to go dark. The concrete pavement dragged against his cheek as his body got pulled into an alley.

"No," he moaned before he succumbed to the pain and lost consciousness.

As he began to regain consciousness, he began to hear a radio. Pain filled his mind as he tried to open his eyes. His lips felt dry and his shoulders ached. He tried to move his arms but found them tied behind him. His vision blurred as finally opened his eyes to see trees rushing past a dark tinted window, only illuminated by some light. He slowly turned his head to find himself in the front seat of a car with his wrists tied behind the seat with tape.

"Nice to see you awake."

Reid blinked to try to relieve the pain in his head. He saw the person driving the car had one hand on the wheel while the other hand had a gun that was pointed at his stomach. The man had brown eyes and black hair. "W-Who are you?"

"You can called me Dell but that's not my real name. You're Dr Spencer Reid. You're going to help me get someone out of prison."

"You kidnapped me," Reid said angrily pulling at the tape around his wrists. "I'm a federal agent. You'll be in prison for life after this. No-one will give you what you want."

"I've followed you for a long time," Dell sighed before letting out a chuckle. "Your friends are very close to you. You're almost like a family. How far do you think they'll go to get you back? I imagine very far. You think the hit to your head was the worst I can do. I can do much worse. We're going to be in the car for a few days and you won't see your family again till I get what I want. Here are some ground rules. You piss me off or try to draw attention to us, I'll kill the person who you bring to my attention and then show you the meaning of pain. You make any sound while I talk to your superior, I'll cut that pretty little tongue out. As of now, you're going to be an obedient little agent."

"What do you want?" Reid said calmly even though every part inside of him struggled to stop panic from taking over him.

"You'll see," Dell smirked. "Don't worry about your head. I've cleaned it up and bandaged it. I don't need you attracting attention."

Reid stayed silent as Dell suddenly pulled into wooded area. He turned off the car and brought out Reid's phone.

"Put my phone down," Reid snapped. He didn't want this man talking with his team. He didn't want to be used by Dell to get what he wanted. Reid grunted as Dell slapped him across the face.

"Be a good little agent and shut up!" Dell yelled before scrolling through Reid's contact list and pressing Hotch's name. Reid scrunched his eyes closed as he tried to control the pain in his mind. He fought off the nausea that tried to overcome him. He looked up as Hotch's voice came from his phone on speakerphone.

"Reid, it's the middle of the night," Hotch yawned down the phone.

"That's sweet," Dell chuckled. "Big top agent is sleepy."

"Who is this?" Hotch snapped down the phone, his voice now alert. Reid desperately wanted to call out but kept his eyes on the gun pointed at his stomach.

"You can call me Dell. Listen, I'm going to get straight to the point. There is a prisoner in a Las Vegas prison by the name of Carey Lock. I want him released. Until he's released, you're lovely agent will be my companion and the longer you wait to release Carey, the more pain I deal to little Spencer."

"I can't agree to your demands without talking to my superiors. I need proof that Spencer Reid is still alive. Kidnapping a federal agent is a serious crime. We can do this without anyone getting hurt," Hotch said calmly. Reid knew his boss wasn't calm inside but shouting at Dell wouldn't help things.

Dell didn't say anything as he placed the phone on the dashboard. He kept the gun pointed at Reid but used his free hand to pull out a long sharp and thin piece of metal.

"I'll give you proof of life," Dell smiled before thrusting the piece of metal into top Reid's arm.

"Ahhh!" Reid screamed before moaning as Dell began to wiggle the piece of metal. "Hotch!"

"Stop! Just please stop!" Hotch yelled through the phone.

Dell gave the piece of metal one last twist before ripping the metal out causing Reid to let out a small scream. Reid couldn't help the tears that ran down his cheek. A warm sensation traveled down his arm as he felt blood leak from the hole that Dell had inflicted.

"Reid! Are you okay?" Hotch called down the phone.

Reid whimpered as the gun got pressed into his head wound. "Go ahead," Dell taunted. "Tell him how well you're doing."

"I'm f-f-fine," Reid stuttered before letting out a little sob. "I'm okay, Hotch."

"Carey Lock," Dell sighed before bringing the gun away from Reid's head. "You have a job to do, Agent Hotchner. Do it or I'll hurt your boy again."

Hotch shook as the dead tone filled the room. The sound of Reid's scream echoed through his mind as he rushed to his closet and quickly got dressed. He pressed Morgan's number as he ran down the steps to grab his keys. Jack was staying with a friend for the night. He gulped and rushed out of the house. Morgan's phone went to voice mail.

"Dammit, Morgan. Pick up!"

Morgan moaned as he heard his cellphone buzzing next to his bed. He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes before untangling himself from Savannah and grabbing his phone. He quickly answered the call. "Hello."

"Morgan, I need you at the office now."

"Hotch, it's the middle of the night."

"Reid's been kidnapped."

Morgan threw aside his bed covers and ripped open his closet. "How do you know? Who took him? Is he okay?"

"No, he isn't. Someone called Dell called me from Reid's phone and he wants someone called Carey lock released from jail. Look, Morgan, he's been hurt. I don't know how bad but the son of a bitch has hurt him. We need to get to the BAU and get this sorted. I'm going to call the rest of the team and have Rossi go to Reid's apartment. I need you to meet him there."

"I'll kill the son of a bitch for hurting Reid. I'll get to Reid's apartment."

Garcia rushed into the office and into the BAU room where the other members of the team had gathered. She immediately began to set up her laptop at the table. Hotch came over to her and held her hands as they shook. She was near tears and struggling to stay calm. "I need you be strong and calm. We all need to keep our minds clear so we can find Reid and bring him home."

"I'm sorry," she said. "It's just that he barely survived being shot and I don't want to think about what's being done to him. You said on the phone that he's been hurt."

"He's been hurt but he's alive. I need you to retrace Reid's footsteps from last night. I checked with security and they said that he left at seven o'clock. I need you to see where he went after he left here. Morgan and Rossi are checking his apartment and they didn't find any signs of a break in or struggle."

"We'll bring him home, won't we?" Garcia said.

"Yes, we will. He's a survivor and I'm going to catch this Dell bastard if it's the last thing I do," Hotch promised.

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I'm setting this before the start of Season ten as I feel there hasn't been great development in the new season so far. Where's the Reid goodies?! Anyway, you all have the choice of having Blake in story or not having her in it. I can make it that she did leave or she never left. I can't write Kate Callahan. I'm not really liking her character so far.