I know I haven't been updating my fics recently and I am sorryMy niece was born during the holidays so I've been helping my sister and brother in law out when I can and school has started so both have kept me busy,plus being sick...but with Corazon I HAD to write a few AU fics with this. And this is to make up for the lack of updating which I really am sorry for! I have not forgotten them, I promise! This is making up for the long absence!

Hotch groaned when he found himself tied to the chair, sitting next to Rossi who was also tied and who's head was bleeding. His eyes widened when he also saw that in front of them was Reid tied to a chair as well and still out of it.

Rossi turned towards him.

"Rossi, are you all right?" Hotch whispered and Rossi nodded.

"So much for being on our toes," he muttered. They had just gone on another investegation since the Miami Florida one, this time in Chicago. The UnSub was harder to profile. The victims were all very random and they had no real lead on anything. Hotch warned them all to be careful and on the look out. It was when he, Rossi and Reid were going to one of the vans did they get jumped in an empty parking place did they get jumped. They looked around. It was clear they were in a basement.

Reid groaned when he lifted his head.

"What happened?"

"We got caught," Hotch told him. "Reid, are you okay?"

Reid swallowed and nodded, deciding to ignore the piercing headache slowly growing again.

He looked at Hotch and Rossi.

"Have you...talked to anyone since this happened?"

"No," sighed Rossi. Hotch studied Reid who kept grimacing.

"Are you sure you're okay?"

"Yes, I'm fine," Reid said as sincerly as he could. "My head just hurts, I did get hit with a baseball bat after all."

Hotch nodded. Suddenly the door opened. Footsteps appeared downstairs. The light was turned on and Reid gasped in pain which caused Rossi and Hotch to look sharply in his direction. Two men came into the room wearing masks.

"Agent Hotchner, Agent Rossi, it's good to see you again," one of them snarled.

Rossi and Hotch stared at each other.

"I'm sorry," said Rossi. "I don't beleive I know you."

"Oh?" The second man laughed. "You should know us. You tried to catch us, and failed 10 years ago."

Rossi and Hotch stared at each other. They had only worked with each other once but during that time the Wendell twins were out at large and terrozing neighborhoods. Both Hotch and Rossi were deteremined to catch them, but that never happened. The twins secret, to keep the murders as random as possible.

"The Wendell's," Hotch hissed and Reid stared at the two older men, feeling like he was left out of something.

One of the men laughed.

"Very good."

"Okay fine," snarled Rossi, fire in his eyes. "You have a vendetta against us, I get that-"

"Damned right we do!" Snapped the other. "You put our father away!"

"He was a druggie and a serial killer as well," Rossi shot back. "Just not as clever of one as his sons were. You have us. The kid is nothing to you, let him go."

"He's right," Hotch said quickly. "He has nothing to do with this history between us."

"No?" Whispered the taller one. "You took something away from us, we're going to take away something from you."

"What the hell is wrong with him?" The shorter one said suddenly and all four glanced at Reid's direction. Reid was grimacing and closing his eyes, sweat trickling down his face.

"Reid?" Hotch asked, sharp concern in his voice. "Reid!"

"Turn off the lights," Reid suddenly begged. "Please...Turn off the lights."

"Turn off the lights damn it!" Rossi suddenly shouted. "Can't you see he's in pain?"

"Why should that matter to us?" The taller one snapped and nodded to the other one to untie Reid.

"Leave him alone!" Growled Hotch as they went over to the young man who was doubled over in pain. The taller one threw Reid to the ground. Reid instantly curled into an almost fetus position while covering his face with his hands as he moaned loudly.

Both Hotch and Rossi were terrified for Reid's safety as they watched him squirm and wither in pain.

"Damn it do something! Help him!" Hotch bellowed.

"Why?" One of the Wendells asked. "When this is so much better than what I expected it to be? Seems to me you have a sick agent on your hands. Not good in a captive position. The one now speaking was obviously the older one, Robert, as Rossi recalled. The other's name was Carl. Robert walked over and kicked Reid stomach with his feat. Reid doubled even more in pain. He continued to kick the young man over and over.

"So much easier to beat the crap out of someoen when they're in pain like this," Robert snickered.

"Stop!" Both Hotch and Rossi shouted, fire in their eyes. Carl noticed that there was blood coming out of Reid's nose.

"Come on." he said to Robert. "I think he's had enough for now."

Robert stared at Reid's crumpled and moaning body.

"Yeah, I guess you're right." He dragged Reid to his feet. "You're coming with me."

"What?" Both Hotch and Rossi shouted at the same time.

"Don't worry," Robert laughed. "We just want to ask him some questions in a bit. You'll get him back, hopefully in one piece." Reid was too weak to protest as he was dragged up the stairs by Robert and Carl leaving Rossi and Hotch alone, desperatly trying to figure a way out and a way to save Reid.