Okay so this is my first Criminal Minds fic! Yay! I don't really like this chapter and I assure you the chaps will get longer and more interesting! This is mostly going to be Reid whump, but there might be a little Morgan whump later.

Also, all the colleges and buisnesses mentioned are real places, just so you know.

Disclaimer: Nope, don't own Criminal Minds.

Thanks to Little Miss Artist for beta-ing and thanks to my mom for also reading it over!

Warnings: First off let me say, I am not a profiler in any way, so sorry about mistakes in that area! Also, later chapters will contain torture! But, this one is pretty clean.

Enjoy!

An action doesn't have to be wrong just because it is not logical. And it doesn't have to be right just because it has logic.

~Lion Feuchtwanger

The Logic Game

Chapter 1: Abductions

"We have a case," JJ informed the group.

Everyone made their way to the conference room and took their spots around the table.

"What have we got?" Hotch asked immediately.

"Right now we're looking at four victims in Manchester, New Hampshire. All the victims died of blood loss and all of them showed signs of extensive torture. All the bodies were found in the woods in the past three weeks. The first victim is Katie Young." Two photos appeared on the screen. "She was twenty-one years old, a full-time student at Southern New Hampshire University, which is in Manchester. She had received a full scholarship for outstanding academics and was currently working on a major in Business Administration and Management."

"Obviously the work of a sadist," Prentiss pointed out as they all looked at her bloody, mangled body.

"Her body is positioned similarly to the fetal position," Reid observed.

"Trying to degrade her?" Morgan suggested.

"Most likely."

"Also the body being in the woods suggested the Unsub didn't want her body found immediately," Rossi pointed out.

"He doesn't seem to have any affection for the victim."

"What about the next victim, JJ?" Hotch asked.

"Mark Tyler, 43 years of age. He was one of the leading doctors at Doctor's Park Pediatrics, also in Manchester. Found in the same position with similar marks of torture. The third victim was Melissa White who was a professor at Hesser College. She was 45 years old and taught biological sciences. Also found in a similar position with similar marks. The last victim was 32 year old, Ryan Glover, who was an engineer. There was also another murder that fits the time frame, but that victim died of dehydration and showed no marks of torture."

"So most likely not the same person?"

"Most likely," JJ agreed.

"How long were they missing before their bodies were found?" Hotch asked, dragging the point back to what they did know.

"It varies from three to as much as ten days," JJ informed them.

"Probably keeps them as long as he can before they die from whatever sick torture he does to them," Morgan concluded.

"Also, all the victims were found with injuries to the back of their head."

"Suggesting the Unsub knocked them out from behind."

"He's probably either incapable or feels incapable of taking them head on. Also, women are much more likely to drug or attack a victim from behind because they tend to lack the physical strength required to take a person down head on," Reid quickly supplied.

"So we're either looking at a woman or-"

"This level of torture isn't commonly found in women," Hotch pointed out.

"Look at the marks on the victims," Prentiss said suddenly, having been focusing on the images for the last few minutes. "He likely has some sort of medical training because most of these were done with medical precision. He knew how to cause the most pain with the smallest chance of the victim dying."

"But he probably couldn't control his sadistic urges and got carried away. That would explain the difference in the length of time the victims were held."

"What about victimology?" Rossi asked.

"All the victims have jobs or positions that would require a fairly high level of intelligence," Reid said.

"Maybe the Unsub is targeting people they view as smarter than themselves," Morgan suggested

"That would explain the degrading position in which the bodies were found."

"Plus torturing them would demonstrate dominance," Morgan added.

"What's the timeline between abductions?" Hotch asked.

"A new victim was taken immediately. After one body was found, the next day someone new would go missing," JJ informed them.

"When was the last body found?"

"Early this morning," JJ replied.

"Alright, we don't have much time. Everyone grab their go-bags and be ready to leave in twenty minutes, we'll continue the profile on the plane."

Everyone nodded then headed off to gather their stuff.

"Heading out, Pretty Boy?" Morgan, who had just been getting ready to head back to the hotel, asked as he spotted Reid also packing up.

"Yeah," Reid supplied as he shoved the last of the case files into his messenger bag. They both headed off down the hallway of the police department. Just as they got out to the black SUV, Reid suddenly stopped walking.

"What?" Morgan asked.

"I forgot my cell phone, just give me a few seconds," Reid said before dashing back towards the office.

Morgan slid into the driver's seat and started the vehicle. He drummed along to the beat of some song on the radio.

But when it ended, almost three minutes later, Reid still wasn't back. Morgan hopped out of the vehicle and walked briskly to the front doors which he quickly pulled open.

"Reid, man, what is taking so long?" Morgan demanded as he turned into the conference room the BAU had set up headquarters in.

Morgan froze at the sight before him.

Reid lay on his side on the ground obviously unconscious. Blood was pooling around his head from a gash on the back of his head.

Morgan barely had time to register what must be happening before he felt pain explode in the back of his head and he too fell unconscious.

Reid slowly cracked open his eyes. He almost screamed when he saw the single bulb hanging from the ceiling. Oh god, I'm with Tobias again…but no, that doesn't make sense… He had never had a single bulb hanging from a cord in his apartment, not even in a closet. And if he ever did, they were gone as soon as he was back from the hospital after being kidnapped.

So where was he?

Slowly the memories returned to him. The case, going back for his cell phone, the incredible pain in his head. Reid prayed that he had been taken before Morgan came looking for him. Otherwise it would be all his fault that Morgan was kidnapped.

Reid began to look around and with dismay his eyes came to rest on Morgan laying a few feet away with a gash to the back of his head.

"Morgan, Morgan," Reid called, trying to awaken his partner. It suddenly occurred to Reid that he wasn't tied up or restrained in any way. He didn't take time to question the reason behind that and quickly made his way over to Morgan, ignoring the pounding in his head.

"Morgan, come on, wake up," Reid said, shaking his shoulder lightly. "You have to wake up…come on…Derek!" Morgan made a faint groan and slowly his eyes flickered open.

"Reid?" he mumbled as he brought a hand up to his head, which was no doubt also pounding.

"Yeah, I think we've been kidnapped by the Unsub," he said unsurely as he looked around warily.

"What?" Morgan cried as he jerked up into a sitting position, causing him to groan and cautiously finger the wound at the back of his head. "Oh crap," he said as he took in his surroundings.

The room was about the size of an average bedroom, but the walls were cement suggesting they were in a basement. There were two bare bulbs suspended from the ceiling that cast a yellowish glow about the room. Other than that, the room was empty except for two blankets in the corner which both looked incredibly old and scratchy. A large metal door faced them. Reid had no doubt it was locked from the outside.

"Great," Morgan said sarcastically as he looked around.

"Morgan, did you know that in in 1982, there were only 154,341 reported kidnappings in the US. But in 2000 alone there were 876,213? That's a 468% increase. If kidnapping was a disease, it would have been declared an epidemic," Reid babbled.

Morgan turned to look at him and realized that Reid was clearly getting nervous and scared causing him to jabber on.

"Don't worry, we'll get out of here," he said.

All conversation was halted by the sound of the locks on the door being opened.

TBC…

I'm really really nervous about this, so please review!