In case you haven't figured it out I kind of go to sleep thinking about Reid stories lol. As pathetic as that is.
Reid woke with a massive headache. He felt something sticky on his hands. He looked down and his eyes widened as he held a knife caked in blood. His own clothes were covered in blood as well.
"What the..."dazed and confused he looked beside him and jumped as he saw a dead body next to him.
He wanted to hurl. Suddenly a noise made him jump.
"Drop the weapon and put your hands in the air!" Dazed he realized he was surrounded by cops.
"What...I don't understand..." He felt sick.
"Put your hands behind your head!" Shaking he obeyed.
"There's been some kind of mistake! I'm an FBI agent." He started to show them his badge but he was ordered to keep the hands where they could see them.
"Lay your body on the ground!"
Again he obeyed.
He felt rough hands grab his own hands and handcuff him. He was trembling like mad. This was all a bad dream. Just a bad dream.
"There's been some kind of mistake!" He repeated. "I was set up!" They ignored him.
"You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you..."
Was this really happening?
He felt himself being stuffed into the car.
How did he get there? Did he remember anything of last night? Everything seemed blurry.
"I want my phone call," he said as soon as he got to the station.
"Relax, you'll get one," one of the officers sneered. He had to call Hotch.
Hotch would know what to do. He grabbed the phone when he was allowed one.
Please pick up, please please please...
"Agent Hotchner speaking."
"Hotch? It's Reid."
Hotch paused. The kid sounded scared, really scared.
"Reid? What's going on?"
"I'm in trouble Hotch, big trouble."
"What do you mean?"
"I'm at the police station...I woke up next to a body Hotch...with a knife in my hand...I didn't do it! I was set up...I don't remember how I got there...Hotch, they think I killed him!"
Panic siezed Hotch as he grasped his desk for support. Reid arrested for murder.
Goddamn it.
"I'll be right there, Reid. And I'll be bringing you a lawyer. Do not say anything until we get there. Anything, you hear me?"
Reid nodded. He felt comforted knowing now that Hotch was on the case.
"Hotch, I'm scared."
"It's gonna be okay, Reid. I'm going to get you out of this. It's going to be okay."
"You're time is up," Hotch heard an officer say over the phone.
"I'll be there as soon as possible, Reid! Everything's going to be okay-" he heard a dial tone.
He closed his eyes.
He felt sick to his stomach. He wished he was as conifedent as he sounded. Everything had to be okay because Reid wouldn't be able to survive in prison. The place would kill him. In a daze he walked out to find Reid a lawyer.
Everything was going to work out.
It just had too, for Reid's sake.