Thanks to W.S.C. Magica De Spell for reviewing.

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The ride to the killer's house was quiet. The tension in the air was obvious. All three of the men just wanted to find their coworkers before anything happened to them. Once inside they split up to search the house.

In the living room Rossi was looking for personal items that might point out who the second unsub was when he heard footsteps. "I haven't found anything yet," he said, not even bothering to look up.

The man behind him did not respond. He raised his baseball bat and hit Rossi hard on the head. Rossi fell and did not get up. The man left the room as silently as he had entered it.

Up in the bedroom Reid picked up a picture of the killer with another man. They were both smiling and the other man had his arm around Jonathan's shoulder. Thinking that this could be the second unsub he went downstairs to report his findings to Rossi. Entering the living room he called Rossi's name, he was nowhere in sight. Stepping forward to see around the couch he saw Rossi lying on the floor. He stepped forward again, intent on helping Rossi, when he was struck on the back of the head. He dropped the picture he was holding and fell to the floor unconscious. The man bent down, picked up the picture Reid dropped, and eyed it with interest. He put it in his pocket, and then bent down again, this time to pick up Reid.

First he loaded Reid, then Rossi into his car, making sure to bind and gag them, just in case they woke up. He could hear the other man they came with in the house, looking for them. He wasn't important. Just like that woman hadn't been important. Oh well, she had simply been in the wrong place at the wrong time. He went up and hid on the porch.

Nick had finished searching his part of the house and gone to ask the others if they had found anything, only to discover they weren't there. He searched the house again, this time looking for his partners. Thinking maybe they were waiting at the SUV he walked out the front door, surprised to see a second SUV in the driveway. Thinking someone else had showed up he kept walking. He didn't see the man behind him as he swung a baseball bat at his head.

For a second the man considered leaving him there, then realized he might have seen his car's license plate and quickly loaded him up with the others and left, hoping the neighbors hadn't noticed anything. Then again, he was just going to ditch the car anyway.

Back at the lab they were no closer to finding anything. They had questioned Jonathan again but he had revealed nothing new. The autopsy of the latest body also hadn't revealed anything. Hotch had sent Morgan to JJ's and Emily's hotel room and it had been clear they had never arrived last night. Their car was also in the lot.

"Shouldn't they be back by now?" Morgan questioned, looking at the clock in the corner of the room. "It's not that far away."

"It's not," Hotch agreed. "Call Reid, maybe they found something."

Morgan picked up his phone and dialed the familiar number. He sat there, listening to the phone on the other end ring. "Come on Reid, pick up," he muttered to himself, trying to ignore his gut feeling that something wasn't right. His plea went unanswered as Reid's voice mail started to talk. He hung up, hoping he hadn't lost more of his teammates.

"He didn't pick up?" for once Hotch was showing emotion and looked worried at the thought of two more members of his team being kidnapped.

The man heard Reid's phone ringing and quickly pulled over. As soon as it stopped he turned it off. He then proceeded to search the other two men, then throw all three phones out the window. He had already switched vehicles.

Another call to Reid and a call to Rossi proved to the profilers something was wrong.

"I'm going over there," Morgan announced.

"You can't go-" Hotch began to speak to his subordinate.

"You can't stop me, our teammates could be injured and you're telling me not to go check on them!" Morgan was getting angry now.

"I was going to say you can't go alone, the unsub could still be there. I'm coming," Hotch responded with no change in his tone.

"I'm coming too," Grissom said, getting out of his chair. Both of the profilers looked at him. "My colleague is there too." And with that the three of them left the building.

Once at the house they quickly noticed that the SUV was still in the driveway, they weren't sure if that was a good thing or not. There were no sounds coming from the house.

"Be careful," Hotch warned as they approached the front door. There was no sign of their colleagues, though they couldn't help but notice the two small bloodstains on the living room floor or the small bloodstain that had been on the porch when they entered.

"Hotch!" the call came from the kitchen, where he had last seen Morgan. Thankfully it didn't sound like he was injured.

Hotch entered the kitchen to see Morgan staring at a note on the table. He moved forward to see what it said. The two words on that lone piece of paper were enough to send a chill through his bones. It was a simple enough message, just two words. But they were two frightening words.

WHO'S NEXT?

"Don't touch it," apparently Grissom had heard the call and also entered the room. "We should check it for prints."

Hotch nodded and they silently resumed searching the house, looking for the same things their colleagues had been looking for only two hours before.

Emily watched in anticipation as the door opened. Catherine had woken early and the three of them had search the room for anything. There was nothing in the room but themselves. Eventually they had fallen asleep. The sound of the door opening had woken her. She had pretended to be asleep; she wanted to learn as much as she could about this unsub. Soon a man came in, carrying someone else bridal style. It was Reid. She tried not to react as he was dumped unceremoniously into the room. Nick, and then Rossi followed Reid shortly. She waited a while, but when it became clear the unsub was not returning she set to work trying to wake them up.

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