JJ woke herself up with a deep cough that burned from deep inside her lungs. It took another two careful inhales for her to catch her breath. She groggily lifted her head, winced, and felt a painful kink in her neck. Oh God, she thought as she realized something was very wrong. She couldn't move. Her hands were tied together behind her as she sat on an old wooden chair and her feet were bound so tightly against the front legs of this chair that she couldn't feel her toes.

Her vision blurred as she stared across the room at the staircase that led up into what she could only assume was a house; the room she was in looked like an old basement. Her breathing became rapid as she began to remember the last few moments she was conscious before she woke up here. It was just confusion and chaos met with chloroform. She was out before she could gain an upper hand.

She continued to breathe heavily as she tried to study her surroundings. There was a concrete wall to her left and another wall to her right, but behind her, she could see shelf after shelf after shelf. There were tools and old car parts. She could see a chainsaw and gas can on the floor just behind her as well as old clothing and animal crates.

The basement was humid and JJ could feel the sweat forming on her face. Every breath she took made her feel like she could suffocate in this place. The air was so heavy and thick and God did it reek… It smelled musty and dank. The smell was so strong that it threatened to turn her stomach.

She wondered if it would be of any use to scream for help. She licked her lips as she considered it… but after some thought, she came to the conclusion that doing that might be a mistake because she couldn't tell if her abductor was in the house or not. Does Will know I'm gone? Oh, my God… Henry. Her eyes welled up and began to spill immediately. She let the tears fall freely for about a minute, but then told herself to buck up. I have to find a way out of here. She began to struggle against her restraints, but after a few moments of rigorous attempts, she had only managed to tip herself over, landing with a hard thud on her right side. She sighed in relief, thankful she was able to keep her head from impacting the concrete floor.

This was when she noticed that she was wearing her FBI issue bullet proof vest. Her mind raced for a reason as to why; she wasn't wearing it before she was attacked. She tried so hard to think… waiting for an unsub from her past to come to mind. Maybe someone held a grudge.

As she attempted to roll onto her knees, a loud bump sounded through the flooring above her and she froze in absolute terror, staring up at the ceiling. She felt a light dusting of dirt float downward onto her as the floor creaked and groaned. After another twenty seconds, another loud thump shook the floor above her. Then she could hear something being dragged and her eyes followed the noise all the way to the door at the top of the stairs.

Her body began to shake with panic as she lay on her side not knowing what to expect. Being tied up, she was helpless. She knew there was no way she could escape an attack.

The door slowly opened and she could see yellow light shining down the stairway and she watched intently, listening as she heard someone moving something to the top stair. Suddenly a limp body began rolling, end over end, all the way to the bottom of the stairs where it finally rested. JJ didn't recognize the man, but she could see that his neck was broken. She held back her urge to scream, not daring to make a sound.

The person that sent the body down to the basement floor took one deliberate step down onto the first step. Then another. JJ's heart began to beat so hard, so fast and so loud that she thought it might just stop. This person… this man, she could see, had long legs… and long fingers… and long arms…

It was Spencer Reid.

"Spencer!" she let her tears fall freely again. Thank God! Spencer is here! "I'm over here!"

He moved very slowly down the stairs, but his movement was relaxed and confident, not cautious. He stepped over the body of as if it meant nothing to him and then continued his slow pace toward her, stopping a foot from where she lay.

"Oh, my God, Spencer, help me…" her voice trailed off because the most frightful thought made its way into her mind as she looked up at him. She couldn't see his face; it was covered entirely in shadow. And he was making no effort to help her. "Spence… What… What are you doing?"

As he crouched down, the low hanging light on the ceiling behind her lit up his features only to magnify the fear inducing expression on his face. The man looking back at her wasn't the Spencer Reid she knew. His eyes were void of any concern for her. "Let me ask you something, Jennifer."

"Spence, what's happening?"

He wouldn't help her back into a sitting position. He just left her to lay on the floor to stare up at him. "Have you spoken to any of your colleagues lately?"

"My colleagues? What are you talking about? Help me up," she said in a more demanding tone.

"Answer the question."

As far as she knew, it was Sunday. "No… I haven't. Not since Friday."

"Do you have any guesses as to why that is?"

She couldn't believe he was trying to carry on a conversation. "Spencer, just please untie me. Get me out of here."

Reid had a very precise look in his eye and he stared her down with it. "I would have never guessed that Hotch or Morgan would have begged for their lives… but they did." He watched the horror reach the surface in JJ's eyes. "Blake… she tried to reason with me. Garcia just cried. How are you going to stand out in this crowd?"

When JJ swallowed, she almost choked. "Spencer, I don't know what happened, but everything is going to be okay. Just… Just untie me and we'll get out of here and- …and we'll talk about this."

"Are you going to ask about Rossi?"

JJ was so confused. Was he serious? As she stared up into his terrifying eyes, she tried to read him, but couldn't. All she could see was every cold and calculated unsub she had ever looked into the eyes of. "Spence, it's me… JJ…" She naively hoped that if she kept called him 'Spence' that he would snap out of this.

"Buried alive…" he told her as he ignored her words, "but…" he glanced at the time on his watch, "he's dead by now."

JJ began to cry because something deep in her gut told her that he wasn't lying and she wasn't going to survive this. "Will and Henry, Spence… Pleeease…" Panic felt like it had just seized her heart. She could actually feel chest pains as her lungs emptied of breath. She was crying so hard, but making no sounds.

Reid was not affected. "They'll be fine without you."

"Spence, please… please…" she choked on the lump in her throat. "I love you... We all love you so much. Why are you doing this?"

He finally took her by the shoulders and lifted her from the ground, placing the chair on all four legs again. "Call it a personal challenge."

"Let me go, Spencer. Please…" she begged.

Even as he fixed the strands of hair that stuck to her sweaty, tear soaked face, he was still able to ignore her words, so easily. "You're so beautiful. I've always thought that about you."

She squeezed her eyes shut tightly as she cried and then forced a deep breath in and out, wanting to try again to reach him. "Please… Spencer. I promi-"

He cut her off as if she wasn't speaking to him at all. "I'm giving you three options." He stood up and moved to one of the shelves behind her. He came back holding a couple things in his hand. "Manual strangulation…" as he continued, he held up a capped syringe, "heroin overdose or… and this might be my personal favorite…" He held up a vial with a bio-hazard label on it. "Pick your poison."

No rhyme or reason to this one. I just really wanted to write an Unsub!Reid and JJ happened to be the one I pictured him with, the one he would save for last. If you guys want more, I may write more. I just don't know which direction to go… There's several doors opened here.

EDIT: Chapter 2 is written. Will post soon.