Clara ran for her life through the woods. She prayed he was behind her like he said he would be. She stopped in a small clearing to catch her breath. Her lungs burned with every breath. It wasn't until she stopped that she noticed the pain shooting through her leg. She looked down and saw a deep gash just above her knee, and blood coating her pants. She cursed under her breath, the adrenalin was beginning to wear off and there was no way she could keep running.

Clara didn't hear footsteps approach until he grabbed her waist, she tried to scream but his hand covered her mouth. She struggled and kicked trying to get free from his grasp. "Hey, hey, baby, it's me." Clara relaxed a bit and he released her.

"Spencer!" She threw her arms around him. "I was so scared that he got you."

He hugged her back, "I'm here."

Spencer Reid held her for the first time since they were taken. He stroked her hair and whispered reassuringly in her ear.

The sound of twigs snapping brought them back to the present. "He's coming." Reid took her hand and they ran.

"Spencer," Clara stopped abruptly. "Spence, I can't run anymore." She indicated to her leg, which was bleeding more now.

"Clara! Why didn't you tell me before?"

"You have to go, Spence." Tears streaked her face.

"Clara. Baby, I won't leave you."

"You have to run." She leaned into him, "He's coming."

"Clara, there's a road not five miles from here. We can get there and get help."

"I'm injured, Spencer. I'll only slow you down and then neither of us will get away."

"Clara." He pressed his forehead against hers. "How can I run and just leave you here?" he kissed her lightly, tears flowing down both of their faces.

Clara pressed something into his hand, "Run." She breathed. "Run you clever boy, and remember."

He kissed her once more, "I'll come find you."

Then he ran. He ran through the woods, stumbling and tripping in the dark. He ran and ran until his legs ached, and only stopped when the sun had risen.

Derek Morgan slammed his fist on the table in anger, the four other agents jumped at the unexpected jumped at the unexpected sound. "We've been at this all night!" He all but yelled. "Have we got anything?"

"Morgan, calm down." Hotch stood up downing the last mouthful of his fourth coffee. "We all want to find him just as much as you do."

Morgan sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. "We've got nothing, Hotch."

"I've got something!" JJ exclaimed, bursting through the door of the office they were using. She laid a map out on the desk and pointed.

"JJ it's just woods. There's nothing there."

"Yeah, but the Sheriff mentioned that there was one or two hunting shacks in this area." She indicated the area.

"There's no way of knowing where to look, JJ. And that area is far too large to search without knowing where to look."

"Yes, but look." She traced the line of a creek running through a small section of the woods. "Moving water, so," she pulled out her tablet, "I brought up satellite images of the area and look." She showed the team the image on the screen. "The woods are less dense in this area."

Rossi turned to Hotch, "Could be worth a try."

"We don't have anything else." The boss replied. "I'll call Garcia." He walked away, dialling the number.

"Did you find him? Is he okay?" She answered, not bothering with her usual playfulness.

"Not yet, Garcia. We need you to find someone."

"I'm on it, give me a name."

"We don't have one. I need you to find anyone in this area with registered guns for hunting," He began.

"Sir, that's going to be like everyone!"

"I know it's going to be a long list, but I need you to narrow it down as much as possible. He's a narcissist, violent so look into priors, he will have a big car like a van or an SUV something he can take off road and transport someone in. He won't be able to hold down a job, most likely fired for violence."

She was silent for a few seconds clicking away at the keyboard. "I got one name, William Tolhurst."

"Address?"

"Sending it to you now."

"Thanks, Garcia."

"Find him, ok?"

"We will." He hung up the phone.

He turned and faced the four other agents in the room, "We got a name and an address. Blake and I will take the home address, Morgan, JJ and Rossi you find the hunting shack. Let's move."

The team hurried to the SUV's knowing that every minute they wasted their friend was in danger.

Rossi drove. Morgan sat in the passenger side staring anxiously out the window the whole drive. They were just driving past the outskirts of the woods when Morgan spoke, "Rossi, stop the car!"

"What?"

"Just stop the damn car!" He yelled.

Rossi pulled the car to a screeching stop, sending dust and stones flying from the unpaved road. "Moran what is it?"

Morgan didn't reply, he just jumped out of the car and ran into the woods. The other two agents followed him. Once they saw what he did, they hung back giving Morgan space. JJ grabbed the radio out of the SUV, "Hotch, we got him."

Reid, physically and emotionally exhausted, collapsed against a tree on the outskirts of the woods. His breathing picked up as the nights events truly sank in. Panic set in and his chest tightened as he started hyperventilating. He tried his best to try and steady his breathing and barely noticed the black SUV come to skidding halt on the nearby dirt road. Nor did he notice someone approaching, until he felt a hand on his shoulder.

At first he flinched away from the contact, but then he heard his best friend, "Hey, Reid. It's me."

Reid looked up at Morgan standing above him. "I couldn't…" He tried, "I couldn't save her, Morgan. He still has her!" another panic attack came over him.

Morgan knelt next to him "Hey, hey, hey." He reassured his friend. "We'll get her. We will. I promise!"

Reid either didn't hear, or didn't believe because his breathing continued to be strained.

Morgan tried a new tactic. "Hey," He forced Reid to look at him. "What's in your hand?"

Reid looked down at his hand. It was closed so tightly around something and his knuckles were white. "Clara, she gave me something." He had almost forgotten the object that Clara had pressed into his hand the last time he saw her.

"Show me."

Slowly Reid loosened his grip and opened his hand. On his palm sat a diamond and sapphire ring. He closed his eyes. "She doesn't think that she will survive." He opened his eyes and looked at his friend, "She thinks she's going to die." His emotions got the better of him and he began to cry. For the first time in a long time he felt truly defeated.