A/N: Hi! my handle is ayrangel1221, and by the graciousness of this profile's owner, Gothina234, I welcome you to our collaborative effort! You heard right guys, this is a story co-written by gothina and I and I hope you enjoy it! Please read and review! Thanks!

Hey everyone, Gothina234 here too. This is a brand new story that I hope you all enjoy and I am looking forward to working with ayrangel1221. She is doing the first chapter and then we'll be alternating. Enjoy and please review!

There will be scenes of intense torture and non con. You've been warned.

Chapter One

Technical analyst Penelope Garcia giggled with delight as she imagined the look on Reid's face when he saw everything she had prepared. Balloons and streamers decorated Reid's desk with color. She had secretly coated the inside of Spencer's coffee mug with glitter and only at Morgan's request. Garcia hadn't wanted to go along with this particular prank, but her Chocolate Adonis had promised to take all the blame and a small, mischievous part of her couldn't wait to see Reid's face when he took the first sip of coffee.

Hotch came in just as she finished arranging three huge, blue-iced cupcakes on the desk with a surprised look on his face. Not only was someone at work before him, but Reid's desk now looked extremely colorful and Garcia-esque. He allowed one of his rare smiles to show as he climbed the stairs to his office and closed the door.

Within half hour, first JJ, then Emily and Rossi and finally Morgan showed up. Spencer usually came in second, but perhaps since it was his birthday he had slept in. Garcia kept telling herself that over and over, but she couldn't help but feel slightly nervous. It didn't help that she could hear the others just outside discussing the very same thing.

"Isn't Spence usually here by now?" JJ asked.

"Yeah, where is the birthday boy?" Emily agreed.

"Let the kid sleep in a little bit. Maybe he'll even come in with his hair in some ridiculous new style. Remember when he came in that one time and Hotch asked if he had made it into a boy band?" Rossi said, sounding calmer than the others, but then again, Garcia knew he was rarely outwardly ruffled.

"Still, it's weird to not have him here spouting off something random about birthday statistics or strange facts about the traditions," Morgan said. It was enough to relax Garcia just a bit.

"Call him if he's not here in fifteen minutes. Until then, enjoy all the work Garcia put in to make his desk look as colorful and happy as possible," Rossi said as his voice faded as he headed up to his office.

"That's my baby girl, although I might just have to steal one of these cupcakes. I could always take the one with his name on it and he'd never know the difference. The remaining two will still say 'Happy Birthday'. What do you think Emily?" Morgan joked as he moved his hand near one of the blue cupcakes.

"Don't you dare!" Garcia called, to which laughter replied. It made her feel better. The laughter brought clarity to her memory as she remembered the package. She had found it outside her door that morning with a label in Spencer's slightly illegible, slanted handwriting.

Don't open till you get to work. S.

She smiled. Only her junior G-man would think to get her a gift on his birthday. Leaving her sanctuary, she went out to the bullpen and called the others around her to watch her open the little brown box. The thread came off, the lid flipped up and some pink tissue paper crinkled as she pulled it aside. Then, the box fell to the floor and Garcia vomited violently into the first trash can she came to. As she stood back up, panting, she whispered, "Oh God, please not him." The others turned pale and Morgan ran to Hotch's office. Out of the box rolled a finger, roughly chopped off and bloody with a label tied around it.

Your move Penelope. AG

~Spencer's POV~

Opening his eyes felt as if he was lifting a thousand pounds of weight with each eyelid, but he managed despite the sluggish feeling covering his face. Not that it did any good. Reid was in a room of unknown size, completely devoid of light and with a tight feeling around his wrists and ankles that told him he was restrained. A dull throbbing came from one of his hands. Luckily, his hands were cuffed in front and not behind. Blearily, he cleared his throat and listened to room echo back so quickly that he could tell he was in a tiny space. He had to remain calm. His heart was already pumping out of control as the darkness seemed to squeeze the air from his lungs. Taking a few deep breaths, he closed his eyes again while telling himself the darkness was from that and not from the lights being out. He tried to sort out his blurred memories.

A normal morning with the sun streaming between the curtains, it was setting up to be a great birthday and Reid loved it. He yawned, luxuriating in the fact that there was no rush on this day. He hadn't been called to say there was a case, he had worked hard yesterday to complete his paperwork and he just knew Garcia had done something special.

He dressed and grabbed his bag, locked his door and stepped outside. As he began to walk down the street, he saw a woman trip and spill a bag of groceries across the side walk. He rushed forward to help her, scooping things up and handing them to her as she babbled and blushed over her clumsiness. Just as he stood though, he watched her eyes flick to something behind him and he turned just in time to see the pipe coming at his head.

As he lay, stunned and bleeding on the ground, he felt a lone thought trip drunkenly across his mind, something about how the street hadn't seemed so devoid of traffic when he had stepped out. The darkness swallowed him before the fear could fully take over his mind.

As he regained his sense of reality, he realized his face was lying in a puddle of smelly, oily water, but he barely noticed. His mind was intent on containing his terror. It was only partially successful. His head was throbbing horribly and his mind was jumbled enough to know that he had a concussion. The unsub had obviously blitz attacked him, as was proved by the blood matting his hair on the left side of his head above his ear. Stretching out as much as he could, he discovered that he could only half unfold his legs and that he could barely turn over because the walls were so close. Trying to swallow down the claustrophobia, he curled close, both for warmth and comfort, and lay as still as possible.

~Unsub's POV~

He swallowed down a little bit of bile as he washed the blood from his hands, then shivered as he remembered the pleasure that had filled him as he used that knife. His body felt overflowing with energy, slipping between thrills of pleasure at red-tinted memories and bouts of nausea at just how much red had come from such a small wound. After a while though, he realized the sickness was just as much from holding back the memories as it was from seeing them. So he gave over to it, letting his mind's eye fill with blood.

It had felt so… he wasn't sure what word would describe it. Exhilarated? Nervous? No, peaceful. He had felt a deep and utter peaceful wholeness from placing that shiny dagger against the slim finger and slicing with all his might until a long, dripping digit lay on his palm. Something about it had felt so right. He allowed himself a bit of yearning to feel that completeness again.

His self-control drew him back, and feeling drained and detached, he came back to the present, taking a deep, satisfied breath. Time to prepare the next stage. Time to prepare for some more lovely, scarlet blood.

~Spencer's POV~

Reid didn't know how long he lay like that, but after some interminable period of time, a hissing sound followed by a ray of dim light touching his eyelids sent him into a state of total wakefulness. Wriggling until his face was towards the light, he saw a tray of unknown stew-like substance and a small Thermos of what he assumed was water. He knew better than to eat anything offered by an unsub, but the smell was enough to send his mouth watering. How long had he been down here?

"Who are you?" he said with a hoarse voice. "What do you want?"

A bright light flashed into his eyes and he closed them, feeling tears spring up in response to the painful blinding. When he opened them, he saw a pair of eyes glaring in at him for the barest of instants before the slide closed and he was plunged into darkness again.

Reid shivered, barely resisting the urge to scream from a combination of terror and frustration. His head swam and the smell of food was driving him nearly insane. He made a deal with himself. If he got out of here – when, he corrected himself – he would convince Rossi and Garcia to make him a meal fit for a king and he would eat it all. He allowed his mind to be carried away into warm, light-filled dreams, relaxing slightly in his tiny cell. He didn't even care that a sweet smell began to fill the room and his senses.

Hours later, once the unsub had decided his prisoner had inhaled enough of the substance, he flicked a switch on the panel beneath the screen and pressed another button to turn the camera from night-vision to regular. The switch flicked on an intensely bright, white light in the cell. He watched the skinny agent startle awake, rubbing his eyes with tears dripping down his face from the shock of the light. Patiently, he watched the doctor's hallucinations begin and what started as panting turned to muttering, then babbling, and finally incoherent screaming. The unsub felt detached from it, and when the thrashing agent had finally managed to bash his head against the wall in terror one too many times and had slumped down against the floor, he paused the filming.

Now came the fun part. Turning on a camcorder in his dark observation room, he spoke quietly, in that tone he knew terrified the little clever-clogs once known as the Black Queen.

~At the BAU~

A ding signalled an incoming email and Garcia clicked on it more out of habit than on purpose.

For you with regards – AG.

There was an attachment.

"Guys!" She screamed and in a moment, everyone had squeezed into the room. She opened the clip.

Horrified, the little group watched as Reid, who obviously saw something they didn't, began to talk before babbling and screaming in terror. Various words were clear among the mess: Tobias, please, stop, Mom, sorry. Garcia's heart tore. Then, nearly as quickly as it had begun, it ended as Reid hit his head against the wall causing him to pass out. The video cut to a vague silhouette, from which issued a somehow familiar voice.

"My dear, this is only the beginning. You know what I want, and if you send it to me before you get the next clip, perhaps he can be saved from more pain. Otherwise I will have to get physical as well as mental. You know I don't like to get my hands dirty, but I will if I must, and I happen to be quite good at it. Till tonight, child."

Garcia choked and buried her face in Morgan's chest as he bent over her. She hit her hands against the table as she cried harder. "How can I know what you want?! I don't know who you are!"

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