Had the captor known much of anything at all about Rossi, he would have realized it was the absolute worst lie. The doorbell had roused Rossi a little, though, and he caught the tail end of what the man was saying. It certainly put Rossi at an advantage. Whoever was at the door would see right through it.

Reid. Reid was at the door. His stomach tightened into a knot at the thought. He'd find a way out of this on his own, or at least try to stall him until the rest of the team could get here, but the thought of Reid getting anywhere near the unstable man was extremely distressing.

He'd been gagged, too, and attempting to shout wasn't in any way effective. But he worked at his binds, trying to loosen them at least a little bit.

"He's sleeping," the man said again, this time with deadly calm. He knew Reid was on to him. The only chance he had at the moment was trying to stall him. He moved forward in the doorway, trying to push Reid back. "Come back later."