In the midst of catching an unsub, the team had lost track of you. No one knew where you went, it was like you vanished. Where were you exactly? Tied up in a shed in the backyard, your hands above your head and standing, and you were passed out as well. No one knew about this shed.

When you came to, you were scared and lonely. You tried screaming for Hotch, or even Spencer. Someone. Anyone. You tried to budge the ropes around your wrists, they didn’t come undone.

The team had to evacuate, the unsub was in custody. In the interrogation room, Hotch was trying to break them, trying to find you.

“Where are they?” He slammed his hands onto the table. The unsub flinched, the cuffs around their wrists clinking. The team, who were behind the two way mirror, were watching. They hadn’t seen Hotch so angry before.