He's getting tired of being drugged and kidnapped. Twice in ten days is enough for a lifetime.

Reid opens his eyes in dim, damp quiet, staring up at a cold gray concrete ceiling. Everything around him smells of slowly rusting metal and mildew. A single light bulb is tucked into a small socket above him, but it is dark. The only light he sees comes from the same direction as his feet.

He tips his chin, looking toward the illumination. Bars. To his right another slab ...