A/N: It's been ages since I've written a fanfiction, but I had a really good idea for one! Anyways, here's the first chapter, hope you guys enjoy it, review if you like it, review if you hate it! I don't care, just review! 3 3 3 - Shiloh

Bravery is the capacity to perform properly even when scared half to death.
-Omar N. Bradley

The day before her birthday, she was taken.

She turned 22 in a dungeon.

The room she was kept in was next to empty. Made of concrete walls with just a trapdoor in the ceiling. There was cot on the floor, dirty and stained. There was a bucket in the corner, and three huge jugs filled with water. In the early morning hours someone dropped a loaf of bread in the trap door.

The only other thing was a phone that didn't work. An old phone, with push-button dialing, from the nineties or something.

She tried it.

She tried it lots.

She screamed, and cried, and begged into the receiver, dialed every number she could think of, smashed the phone on and off, un-plugged it and re-plugged it in desperation. She hated that phone. She hated it for not working.

She doesn't know how she got there

The last thing I could remember was walking out of my apartment, and turning down the alley way I went down as a shortcut to get the the diner.

That was one comfort. Someone had been expecting me, Hal and Giovanna, maybe Joyce or Katherine. Dave? Tyler? They would know I was missing.

Wouldn't they?

Yes, yes of course they would.

I was numb now. I couldn't keep track of time. I hated that, I always wanted to know what time it was. Always. But my favorite watch was off my wrist, a small, thin, golden bracelet was there instead. I don't know how it got there.

I didn't like knowing.

She was curled up on the cot, daydreaming about my favorite place in the world. Luis Camp, in the Rockies of Colorado. She just wanted the cool breeze, the smell of pine trees, the babbling of San Llamos Creek.

She wanted that place.

Suddenly, a noise.

She jumped terribly, sitting up straight.

The phone.

It was ringing.

4 hours earlier

"Our victim's name is Cassidy Tyler, she's 22 and a college student at Colorado University. She was reported missing yesterday by her boss, Hal Ketchum, at a local coffee shop. Our team has been called in because they believe the unsub is the person responsible for a series of murders in the Grand Junction Colorado Area. Three girls in the past month, all dark haired, blue eyed, 20-something women. It seems their appearances are the only things connecting them, they have extreme different careers, education and financial levels." Penelope Garcia read quickly from her iPad, scrolling through different images on the TV. "The MO is the same every time, the victim is kept alive for 2 days, tortured for another, and murdered by means of blunt force trauma."

"Here's where things get freaky, the victim's bag was found in an alleyway, presumably where she was taken, and the only thing left inside the bag was a piece of paper with a phone number written on it. It's currently disconnected."

"Have you traced it?" Hotchner asked

"I tried, but no luck. It's an old phone, an old system. Whoever is doing this is a smart cookie." Garcia replied.

"Alright, wheels up in thirty, we've got just a couple of days before there's another victim. Let's stop him before we get there."

She scrambled towards the phone and picked it up, and nearly screamed a raspy "hello?"

"Cassidy? Cassidy Tyler?" a deep voice said on the other end. She was hesitant, not sure if she should tell the truth. What if this was her captor?

She shook the thought away.

"Yes, that's me." Tears sprung in her clear blue eyes. "Help, please, can you help me?"

"My name is Dr. Spencer Reid, I'm with the FBI." the voice breathed, almost sounding relieved. "We're going to help you."

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