I'm in the mood to write a creepy fic :) Forgive me for not being terribly accurate with what happened in this episode, been a while since I saw it.

This case was bothering Reid more than he should. There was just odd about so many people being killed in the woods like that and one of them missing. It made him nervous. He had to grab some of his files on the cases at the motel they were staying at which was a little ways out of the small town.

The road was empty.

He felt something pop in the back. Damn it, flat tire. He was never very good at those things. He reached for his cell phone to call Morgan. He knew that was pathetic but he really couldn't change a tire. He had tried many times in the past. He cursed when he saw there was no signal.

He sighed as he got out of the car. There was nothing else to do expect try and attempt to change it. It was then when Reid heard a car coming up. Finally! Help!

"You need any help?" A man asked as he got out of the truck.

Reid nodded quickly.

"Yeah...flat tire, not sure how to change it."

"Flat tire? Bummer dude." The man was giving him an odd smile. A smile that made him uneasy. He shifted.

"Yeah um...if you could help..."

Before he knew what had happened he felt arms grab him from behind and press a cloth against his mouth.

The two men smiled at each other before tossing him in the back of their car.

Reid felt himself being slapped.

"Wake up!" He heard someone shout. He did so and found himself laying in the back of the car, his wrists tied. His eyes widened at the two men in front of of him, grinning savagly.

They grabbed him and untied his hands. He realized they were in front of the woods. He stared at them.

"You're...letting me go?"

One of them snickered.

"What's the fun in the kill if you don't have the hunt?"

Reid felt sick to his stomach.

"The...what?"

'The hunt." One of this captors looked at his watch. "You're gonna get a 10 minute headstart."

Reid stared at them with horrified shock.

"10 minute headstart of what?"

"Of us hunting you," said the other.

Hunting...as in some kind of animal...he wanted to hurl.

"I suggest you go," added the older one as he pointed his gun at Reid. "Go!"

Trying to control his shaking Reid turned and ran and tried to ignore the menacing laughter behind him that made his skin crawl.

He finally understood what was going on.

They were hunters and he was game.