AN: I don't own Glee or Criminal Minds, Lord knows if I did I wouldn't be so broke.

I look out through the blinds as the boy walks to his car. He is parked under the streetlight in the corner of the parking lot. I watch as the boy struggles to hold his bag, talk on his phone, and unlock his door. I watch as he bends down to pick up the keys that he dropped. I just watch him. I watch him like I have watched him every day for the last week. I watch as the blond boy shouts something and runs out to meet him. That was when my angel had started coming around. When the blond boy moved in to the building, I thought that he was annoying. He wasn't my type either…too big, too bulky. Nothing like my angel. My angel is perfect. And soon…he really will be mine. You see, I have grown tired of just watching him. I want him for myself. To be able to touch him…smell him. The need has grown too strong, and I cannot resist anymore. So I came up with a plan. A perfect plan. A foolproof plan. One that will allow me to have my angel. All I have to do is wait a little longer.

"Reid, your phone is ringing."

He waves his hand dismissively while continuing to search the board for…something. Some clue that they've overlooked that will help find the Unsub before he kills again. In the background the phone stops ringing. He sighs a little and turns to go get more coffee. "This is going to be a long night."

They've been following this particular Unsub for a while. He killed a young woman and her daughter over a week ago, and they just can't get that extra step ahead that they need to catch him.

"Are you okay, Reid? You seem a little stressed…well more so than usual anyway."

Reid turns to look at Garcia. She's smiling at him, so he knows she's joking. Well, he assumes she is.

"I'm fine. This is just a weird case. I hate when it takes this long to catch them," he says, pouring the bitter coffee in his mug.

"I do too," Garcia agrees. "I just keep thinking about what he could be doing. If he's going to kill again…" She shudders.

In the background, Reid's phone starts ringing again. Garcia rolls her eyes, "You seriously need to answer that phone. It's driving me crazy."
Reid nods and walks over to his desk. He picks up the phone and places his coffee down. "Reid here," he says as he fixes a stray pencil.

"Thank God. Spencer, I've been calling you all day! I went to the police, but they said that they would do what they could, but I don't trust the Lima Police as far as I could throw them! If I wait too long, I just know that something bad is going to happen. Carole and I don't know what to do. I know that we don't really talk anymore, but I'm desperate. Please. I need you to help me find him. Please, Spencer. Please, God, please."

"Uncle Burt?" he asks, as he checks to see if he recognizes the number.

"Yes, Spency, it's me. Please. Please say that you'll help."

Spency? I haven't been called that in years.

"Uncle Burt, you need to calm down. I won't know how to help you unless you explain to me what you're talking about."

Burt explains, Reid listens, and it feels like his world tilts.

"I'll be out there as soon as I can, Uncle Burt. Just stay calm. If you see anything unusual, write it down for me, okay? I'll be on the first flight out. It'll be okay, Uncle Burt."

Reid only hears silence before the click of the phone disconnecting rings in his ears. He flops down in his chair, running his hands through his hair. He takes a deep breath and heads towards Hotch's office. He has to explain why he needs time off in the middle of a case.
The only thought running through his head as he leaves is, 'Kurt's missing.'

My angel looks so pretty when he cries. He is starting to realize that struggling is futile. He is mine now, and I plan to keep him. He will learn to love me as I love him, of that I am sure. If he doesn't…well, he will. My plan worked beautifully. He was halfway home when he realized that his tire was going flat. I know that he can change a tire. He changed one for the blond boy's mom once. He was exquisite. His lithe little body was working so hard, and he had sweat dripping down his face. I couldn't help myself. I came unexpectedly quickly that time. But I digress. I took him when he got out of his car to change the tire. He had walked around to the back to release the spare tire, and I grabbed him. I put the rag over his mouth and waited for him to go limp. He was surprisingly difficult to maneuver like that. But now I have him. Now he's mine. Forever.

Reid lifts his hand to knock on the door, but he doesn't get the chance. The door flies open revealing a tall boy Spencer doesn't recognize.

"You must be Spencer…right?"

"Yes. Right. Is Uncle Burt here?"

"Yeah, come on in. Burt! Spencer's here!" The tall boy shouts up the stairs.

Burt comes running down, and doesn't stop until he pulls Reid into a big hug. "Thank you so much, kiddo, for coming all the way out here." He pulls back from the hug to look Reid over. There's a brief, gentle smile before it falls from his lips. "Finn, this is Spencer, my nephew. Spency, this is Finn, my stepson."
Reid looks up in surprise at that. He hadn't even known that Burt had gotten remarried. "It's nice to meet you, Finn. I wish that we were meeting under better circumstances."

"Burt, the coffee is ready." Carole walks into the entryway and lays her hand on Finn's shoulder.

"Carole, this is Reid. Reid, Carole."

Reid nods to Carole. They walk into the living room and sit down around the coffee table. Reid looks around at all the pictures of his family. Part of the family that he never sees anymore. 'A lot has changed.' He zeros in on a picture of Kurt. It seems to be a pretty recent one that was taken at Burt and Carole's wedding. If he didn't know that it was Kurt, he wouldn't have recognized him.

He looks over to Burt and Carole. "Okay. Tell me exactly what happened."

Kurt wakes up in an empty room. He's lying down and something is crawling over his hand. "Where am I?" He tries to sit up, but the room is spinning.

"If you feel a little woozy, that's from the drugs that I gave you. Can't have you running away now, can I?"

Kurt spins his head around quickly and immediately regrets it. The room tilts sharply and he can feel his stomach lurch just as he starts to vomit.

"It'll be okay, Angel. I'm going to take such good care of you." Kurt flinches as the stranger runs a wet towel over his forehead. The smell of bile is strong in the air, and Kurt is afraid that he is going to be sick again. The room gets really shiny as everything goes dark.

My angel is sleeping again. I spent so much time yesterday just watching him sleep. The drugs keep him quiet. I have to keep him quiet until I move him. Nobody can know that he's here yet. Soon everything will be ready for the move. Then I won't need the drugs anymore. Then it won't matter if he screams. I think he will look beautiful when he screams.

Reid looked over the police report that was filed after Kurt had been missing for around 24 hours. It was still warm from the copy machine. He pulled one of the officers aside as he reads, "This says that Kurt most likely 'ran away'. I can assure you that is not the case. Kurt is strong and willful, yes, but he would never hurt his father that way."

The officer glanced at the report then looks at Reid. "Look, kid. I know that with the job you have a missing child is usually a victim of kidnapping. But this is Lima, Ohio and we aren't the FBI. If a kid is missing, then usually they ran away."

"But…"

"Now I know that this is your family, and maybe that's clouding you're judgment a little, but there is no evidence to say that he was kidnapped. His car was found abandoned, yes, but it had a flat. No evidence of a struggle was to be seen…no glass, no blood, and no sign of violence. All that I can think is that he called a friend, and they picked him up. I don't know where he went after that. Now unless something else crops up and we change our minds about him running away, there is nothing that I can do. We have enough trouble in this county without having to chase down strays."

The finality in the officer's voice let Reid know that the conversation was over. The fact that the officer left and slammed his door was probably another clue. Reid walked out of the police station and got in his car to drive back to his uncle's house. When he walked in Burt and Carole were sitting in the living room surrounded by a great deal of unknown teenagers. When the heard the door shut all hell broke loose. Reid couldn't hear one voice out of the din of sound coming at him. Burt recognized Reid's look of being overwhelmed and his loud "QUIET!" immediately stopped the noise.

"What did the police say, Spency?"

Reid didn't want the relay the message. He may not ever see his uncle anymore, but the legendary Hummel temper doesn't change. He knew this was not going to go over well. "They are officially saying that Kurt ran away." He waited for the noise to die down again before he continued. "They said that there was no evidence of foul play and they had nothing to go on. He most likely ran off is their conclusion."

"But you don't believe them do you?"

Reid looked at the young black girl, "No, I don't."

He looked back to Burt, "I know that the vehicle has been towed to your shop, and I want to take a look at it, but first I was wondering if you could bring me to where Kurt's car was found?"

"Sure. Let me get my keys." Burt walked upstairs with Carole and left Reid with what he soon found out was Kurt's glee club and closest friends. After the introductions an awkward silence fell over the room.

"So you're Kurt's cousin that we have never heard of?" The adamant girl named Rachel asked.

"Yes." She looked at him like she wanted a better answer, so he continued, "We don't spend as much time together as we probably should. But I'm busy with work, and my mom doesn't get out much so…"

She nodded and went to sit next to Finn, grabbed his hand, and laid her head on his shoulder. 'Obviously Finn's girlfriend. Bossy, obnoxious, possessive, and nosy, but she means well by it. Self-proclaimed leader of the group.'

"You're really hot. Are you really an FBI agent?"

Reid looked over at the Latina on the arm of the couch. "Yes I am, Santana." 'Likes to pretend to be tough but that's just a cover. Cares for the blonde girl named Brittany if the linking of pinkies is anything to go by. Probably unusually observant.'

"Wait so he hunts aliens?" Brittany asks.

"No, Brit. That's an MIB agent," Santana says while patting her head. "He's an FBI agent, and he's going to help us find Kurt. Right?"

"I'm certainly going to try." 'Brittany…unknown.'

"This is my fault. He was taken while he was driving home from my house. If I wouldn't have asked him to come over, this never would have happened."
Reid watched as the blonde boy held his head in his hands. Quinn, the ex-head cheerleader, reached over and rubbed his back in understanding.

"Sam," Reid began, "You can't blame yourself. If Kurt was kidnapped, it probably wasn't a spur of the moment decision. The unsub had probably been watching him for a while."

Reid heard Burt coming down the stairs, so he said goodbye to the club and went to wait by the front door.

My angel is so much better than I imagined he would be. Just being around him is enough to push me over the edge. I feel like I can't keep my hands to myself much longer. I can't wait until I don't have to keep him drugged. I want so badly to be with him, but not like this. I want him to touch me too. I know he won't at first, but eventually, he will touch me back. Love me back. Let me love him back. Love him in ways he has never been before. My angel, pure as the moonlit snow. An untouched fruit that is ripe for the taking. And I can't wait to take it.

Reid walked around the area where Kurt was taken. 'The police were right. There was absolutely no sign that Kurt had been taken. No glass, no…anything.' He walked a little farther out to circle back around.

"Where are you going, Spencer?" Burt asked from beside the truck.

"I'm going to expand the search area a little. See if I can see something that they missed." He walked out of the open area and into the trees that surrounded the road. 'There is nothing here. I don't understand it. Maybe … what's that?' Reid hurried to the spot he was looking towards. "Burt! Come here!"

Reid heard Burt running through the brush before he saw him. "What did you find, Spencer?"

"I think that these could be tracks from Kurt's shoes. Like maybe he was dragged away from the car. I know he's on the small side, so maybe whoever took him carried him as far as they could. Then he got too heavy, so they had to switch to dragging him along. Come on."

Reid led Burt through the trees as he followed the drag marks. They followed the tracks all the way through the trees till they reached another road. Reid looked around, but there were no tire marks on the road to prove his theory. "I can't be sure, but the unsub most likely dragged Kurt this way to their car. But after that, they could have gone anywhere. I'm not going to get anything else from here. Can you take me to see Kurt's vehicle now?"

Burt looked a little put out at Reid's jumpy attention span, but agreed anyway. The ride to the garage was quiet. Reid used that time to type up his findings on his laptop and makes his observations on the police report that he had. He also typed up an email to Hotchner to keep him apprised of the situation.

When they parked the truck in the garage, Burt took Reid over to Kurt's navigator. Reid took a preliminary walk around the car. "You can wait in your office if you want to. This is going to take a while." Reid didn't pay attention to whether or not he left after that.

He spent the next hour taking notes about what he saw, or rather what he didn't see. 'No scratches on the exterior of the vehicle, no broken windows, no forced entry into the car, no slashes in the tires. There is nothing here.' Reid threw his pen down in frustration.

"What's the matter, kid?"

Reid started a little. Burt was still standing in the same place as before. 'He's so worried, and I can't do anything to help.'

"I can't find anything. There is nothing wrong with this car. I can't even figure out why the tire is flat."

"What do you mean? It isn't slashed or something like that?" Burt started walking towards the flat tire. He bent down and ran his hand over the tread of the tire. Reid watched as Burt inspected the tire, waiting for him to find something that he missed.

Burt sat back on his heels. "That's weird. There has to be a reason that the tire is flat. These were new tires. I just put them on two months ago. So something had to have punctured the tire. I just can't find where."

Together they put the car on the lift so that Burt could see all the tread of the tire. After another half hour, they still hadn't found anything.

"This makes no sense. It's not usual for a tire this new to go flat for no reason! We must be missing something! Damn it!" Burt slammed his hand against the tire in frustration. "Ouch! Son of a bitch!"

Reid saw the blood that was dripping from Burt's hand when he pulled it away. "Uncle Burt?!"

Burt walked over to the bathroom to get some paper towels for his hand. When he came back, Reid was looking at the tire again.

"Do you see something, Spency?"

"Yeah, actually, I think I figured out why the tire is flat." He reached into his bag for his camera and snapped some pictures before reaching onto the workbench for a pair of pliers.

"What are you doing?"

"There is something in the air shaft. That's what you hit your hand on. There's blood on it now. They aren't normally sharp, are they?"

"No, they aren't."

Reid used the pliers to wiggle out what was stuck in it. He struggled for a few seconds until he came up with a long needle. "Huh. Could this make the tire flat?"

"Sure. It would take time, but eventually enough air would leak out and the tire would go flat."

Reid put the needle down on the workbench and took some more pictures. "It would also be virtually undetectable. It would work in the unsub's favor. No one would suspect foul play if they had no evidence. Obviously. They had this planned for a while then. This is the proof that we need to re-open the investigation. I need to go back to the police station. I'll come back by the house afterwards and let you know how it went."

"Get in the truck and I'll drive you. There's no reason for you to take a cab. I want to stick with you anyway."

Reid put the needle in a plastic container from his bag, and they left.

I almost have our house finished. I know that he'll love it. I decorated it just for him. I hope he likes the view that he'll have. The bars on the windows may get in the way, but he'll realize eventually that they are for him. I have to keep him safe. He will be safe with me. I'll protect him. I'll keep him away from the outside. They hate him. I hear him talking to the blonde one all the time. Why he is scared of people…bullies…I'll keep him safe from all that. If he can't get out, then they can't get in. He'll be protected. We'll be a happy little family.

"Damn it!" Reid exclaimed as he slammed the door to the truck. "This police station is ridiculous."

"What did they say?" Burt asked meekly.

Reid exhaled heavily and ran his hands through his hair. "They said that they'll reopen the case, but that if this was all the evidence that we had then they 'wouldn't be able to do much'. More like they won't do much. I can't decide if they are lazy or just incredibly stupid."

The ride back to the Hummel house was spent in silence.

When they opened the front door, they were immediately surrounded by teenagers.

"What happened?"

"Did you find anything?"

"Did you find Kurt?"

"Are you both okay?"

"Did you kill any aliens? Because that's not nice."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, kids. Let's go to the living room."

After they all found places to sit and Carole brought them all coffee, Reid told them that Kurt was definitely taken. But that was all they knew.

"What do you do now?" Mercedes asked him. She looked worried. They all did.

"I don't know." Reid answered her honestly. He really didn't know what to do next. "Burt, how long would it take for that tire to go flat?"

Burt thought about it a minute. "Well, it's hard to say exactly. It would deflate faster once he was driving, but I guess about four to five hours."

"Sam, how long was Kurt at your house that day?"

"He was there all day. He was helping me watch my little brother and sister. He got there at like 11 in the morning."

Reid did the math in his head. 'Kurt was supposed to be home by seven. He left Sam's at six. If it takes twenty minutes to get from Sam's to Kurt's, and his car was found halfway between the two. So he had been driving for 10 minutes when the tire light came on. Tire lights come on when the tire has lost 75% of their pressure. So the tire had to have been sabotaged between 3 to 3.75 hours before then so…'

"So Kurt's tires were messed up between 1:00 and 1:45."

Everyone turned to look at the boy that spoke. Puck just shrugged. They all looked at Reid with question in their eyes.

"He's right, actually." 'Puck…mathematical genius.'

"So somebody rigged his tires while he was still at Sam's house then." Rachel piped in.

"Right. Sam, I'm going to need to talk to everyone that was at that motel between 12:30 and 2:30. Maybe somebody saw something."

"Maybe somebody there is the one that has Kurt." Finn added.

"That might be true, but it might not. I won't have a warrant though, so I can only talk to them. I can't make them let me in or search their hotel rooms. It's only 5:00…if I can; I'd like to get started tonight. Sam, would it be okay if I follow you home?"

"Sure. Let's go."

There is a small hiccup with the plan. There is a rather attractive man asking questions of all the people living in the hotel. I hid my angel rather perfectly. The bathtub was comfortable enough I hope. I know that he can't feel anything when he's on the drugs, but… The man came and went rather quickly. I suppose he didn't find anything suspicious about me when I told him that I did not see anything during his time frame. He is accurate in his assessment though. I did slip the needle into my angel's tire at 1:30. They had just sat down to lunch so I knew I wouldn't be bothered. Where he was parked, they were the only ones that would've been able to see me. I am not worried. We will not be here much longer anyway. Once we move into our house, no one will ever find us. My angel and I will be together forever.

Reid walked into the Hummel's house in a somber mood.

"Reedy. Did you find anything?"

Reid looked into his Uncle's eyes. They had an almost dead look about them. "No, Uncle Burt. I'm sorry. No one saw anything. According to their stories, only four of them were there at that time anyway."

Burt nodded his understanding. "I made up the guest room for you. You should get some sleep, Reedy." With that Burt turned and walked up the stairs and into the bedroom. The click of the door nearly echoed in the silent house.

Reid slept fitfully for about four hours before he decided to just give up. He got his computer out and logged online to check his email account. There was some spam that he deleted and a message from Hotchner.

Reid, I got your message. I'm sincerely sorry about your cousin. As soon as we catch the unsub we're after, I'm sending the team down there to help you. Good luck.

Reid smiled at Hotch's concern. His loves the team he works with, he really does. With that thought a request for a video chat came up. When he recognized Garcia's call name, he clicked on it.

"Hey there, baby boy. How you holding up?"

"I'm okay. Better than my Uncle anyway."

"Did you find anything?"

"There is some evidence, but it's not enough for the local cops to get involved. I'm kind of on my own here."

"It will be okay, Reid. You'll figure it out. You always do."

"Thanks, Garcia."

"If you need me to take a look at somebody for you, just send me what you have. Okay?"

"I might take you up on that. Thank you."

He watched Garcia look down at her desk before she told him that she had to go. They said goodbye, and he was alone again.

When Kurt woke up, the first thing he realized was that he was tied to a chair. The second was that he was gagged. He tried to get loose, but it just caused the ropes to pinch at his wrists. He looked around the room he was in. With a start, he realized that he was still in the hotel where Sam lives. He heard the door open and watched for somebody to come where he could see them. His eyes widened in shock when he saw the man that lives across the way from Sam. Kurt had seen him around the hotel when he was there. Unloading groceries, sitting on the balcony reading, watching Sam's little brother and sister playing outside. There was nothing special about him. He was probably in his late 30s, brown hair, brown eyes, average height, average weight…incredibly normal.

"Ah, Angel. You're awake." He smiled when he said it and Kurt shivered with an unexpected chill. "I'm sorry that you have to be tied up, but I had to make sure that you wouldn't try to run away from me."

He sat on the bed in front of Kurt. He reached out to run his fingers along Kurt's cheek. Kurt jerked his head out of his reach and glared at him.
"Tut, tut. Is that anyway to treat your savior?"

Kurt just continued to glare at him.

"Don't look at me like that, Angel. I am your savior. I'm keeping you safe here with me. I can protect you better than any of them." He got up and walked over to the night stand next to the bed. He got something out of the drawer, but when he turned around Kurt couldn't tell what it was because he had hidden it between his hands. He sat back down on the bed and looked at Kurt. The look in his eyes was a frightening one.

"You have two choices. One, you can continue to be difficult and I can drug you again. Or two, if you promise to be quiet, I'll ungag you and we can talk. What do you say? Are you going to behave?"

Kurt nodded and the man reached over and pulled the gag out of his mouth. Kurt licked his lips to moisten them and stretched his jaw muscles before looking back at the man. "Why?" he croaked out.

"Because I could," he replied simply.

"What do you want with me?" He hated that his voice sounded so weak right now.

"I just want you."

"Are you being obtuse on purpose or are you just that oblivious?"

The man started laughing. "There's that spunk that I like so much. That's one of my favorite things about you." The man leaned forward on the bed. "I can't wait to get to know you better. Now that we can talk, it's going to be so much more fun. Watching you sleep is wonderful, but hearing your voice is even better."

'This guy is crazy. I have to find a way to get out of here.'

"Martin. My name is Martin. You can't just keep calling me 'this guy'."

Kurt's head flew up. 'How did he know that I called him 'this guy'?'

He started laughing again. "It's a side effect of the drug I give you. You can't keep your thoughts to yourself. It's been most illuminating," Martin purred as he reached out to caress Kurt's face again. When Kurt flinched, Martin grabbed his chin roughly in his hand. "You're going to have to get used to my touch sooner or later. I plan on touching you a lot."

With that he pushed the gag back in Kurt's mouth and left. Only when the door closed behind him did Kurt allow himself to cry.

My angel is being difficult. However, our house is finally ready for the move. I'm taking him there tonight. It's a little sooner than I anticipated, but that annoying boyfriend of his is trying my patience. I should not have sent that message. It was a moment of weakness. Now I'm paying for it. My plans are going to have to change. And I hate change.