This has been dancing around my head for a while and I finally decided to write it. I am finishing a majority of my other stories so decided now was a good time to start it.

I'm not sure if anyone has done anything like this but I just needed to get it out of my head.

I don't own Criminal minds, CBS does.

Enjoy and I hope that you review as feedback is brilliant and helps.

All mistakes are my own.

Hotch felt the morning feeling slowly fade away as he made his way to his office. He walked in to see the familiar vacant desks, he smiled knowing it would be at least another hour before his team would be in. The smiled soon faded when he noticed a satchel hanging on one of the chairs. More specifically Reid's chair.

Hotch walked over to the desk and touched the mug of coffee, he frowned when he noticed it was ice cold. Hotch felt panic rise as he noticed all of Reid's possessions were still at his desk but Reid himself was nowhere to be seen.

Hotch placed his suitcase by Reid's desk and made his way down into the parking lot. He had parked on a different level to where Reid usually parked. He turned the corner and stopped dead at what he saw. Reid's car was there and the front windscreen was smashed and cracked.

Hotch pulled out his phone and dialled Reid's number. Every ringing noise causing him to worry. The ringing stopped and Hotch expected to hear Reid's voicemail message. He almost stopped breathing at the message that came.

"To the members of the BAU. I suppose you were expecting to hear Dr Reid's voice, I'm happy to disappoint you. You should be proud of Dr Reid he put up a very good fight but not good enough. Enjoy the present I left in the front seat of Dr Reid's car" the voice, clearly a man's voice, mocked.

Hotch closed his phone slowly and stood frozen for a moment. He pulled open his phone and called for a forensic team to come and examine the scene. Hotch then noticed Rossi's car pull into a space across the parking area.

"Rossi" Hotch shouted.

Rossi turned round and noticed Hotch standing near Reid's car. He could tell by the look on Hotch's face that something was not right. He ran over and stopped dead when he noticed the windscreen.

"What the hell happened? Where is Reid?" Rossi asked Hotch.

"Someone has taken Reid. I called his phone and his voicemail message was from the guy who took him. He said that Reid put up a good fight and to enjoy the present he left in the front seat" Hotch explained quickly.

Rossi could tell that Hotch was extremely worried about the youngest of the team. Rossi knew how Hotch was feeling as he was feeling the exact same way.

"I called a forensic unit down here" Hotch told him still in a unfocused state.

"What present did he leave?" Rossi asked Hotch. He needed to bring Hotch back to a focused state of mind.

Hotch knew he should wait for the forensic team but he needed to know what the unsub had left. He pulled off his tie and used it to touch the handle of the car. He pulled the handle and found it was unlocked. He pulled open the door and saw a small manilla coloured envelope with the word 'BAU' in black ink.

Hotch carefully opened the envelope still using his tie to avoid leaving any prints on it. He looked inside and looked back up to Rossi with a expression that screamed trouble. Rossi walked over and looked inside the envelope.

A small memory car placed in a small sealed plastic bag. The other item was Reid's silver watch coated with blood that with no question belonged to the young genius.

"Tell the team to get in as fast as they can. We need to know what is on this now" Hotch ordered with his eyes still staring at the bloody watch.

Reid

Reid didn't want to open his eyes. The memories of his attack still piercing his memory.

The previous night

Reid sat at his desk and waved goodbye to Hotch as he left the bullpen for that evening. He was still going through some of the reports that had been added to his pile. He didn't mind though. His apartment had felt lonely for the last weeks, he had even considered getting a pet but had decided against it.

Reid went through two more files before a headache began to emerge. He looked in his satchel and cursed himself as he remembered he had not put any aspirin in his bag that morning. He looked on Morgan's desk and found none. He sighed as he started to make his way down to his car. He knew he has some in the glove compartment he just hadn't really wanted to go to his car to get some.

He took the elevator to his parking level and made his way to his car. He unlocked the car and sat down in the driver's seat and leaned across the seat to the glove compartment.

"Good evening Dr. Reid" a voice said from the backseat.

Reid tried to grab for his gun but panicked when he felt something wrap around his throat, Reid realised it was piece of rope round his throat. Reid wheezed and grunted as he felt himself yanked backwards. He struggled against the force pulling him backwards. He kicked his legs up and kicked the windscreen. He faintly heard the glass smash. He yelped weakly as he was pulled forcefully into the backseat.

"Stop struggling. The game has only just begun, your going to need your strength" his attacker whispered in his ear before he felt something grab his hair. Reid tried to fight back but felt nothing but pain as his attakcer smashed his head into the door.

Reid finally opened his eyes and whimpered slightly at the pain in his head and the tight feeling around his neck. He looked around and finally took in his surroundings. He froze when he realised what he was in. He was a clear box about the size of a coffin, he also noticed he was in small basement. He was slightly relieved when he realised he hadn't been bound. He pushed up against the lid of glass box but screamed in fustration when he couldn't budge it. It had been locked. He noticed five holes in the lid. They were in no doubt to ensure he had oxygen. He noticed that his head had been bleeding from the blow the unsub had dealt him.

"You are finally awake. I was beginning to think that I had hit you too hard" a man said before standing above the box. He could tell that it was man but he couldn't see his face. The unsub was wearing a white mask with a single black tear drawn on the mask.

"Please...please let me go" Reid rasped before grimacing at how painful it was to speak.

"Why would I let one of my players go? Your team hasn't played my game yet" the unsub told Reid. Reid hit his palm against the glass lid causing the unsub to back away slightly.

"Leave my team alone" Reid rasped again but slightly louder.

"Its nice to see you have some fight in you. Your team are also players, they have to play the game to get you back" he said again almost as if he was talking to a child.

"What game?" Reid asked fearfully. He didn't want to be an unsub's pawn in some sick game.

"Tell me Dr. Reid. Have you ever played Hangman?"

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