Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds. :( I write this only for fun.

Its my first attempt, I hope it's good. Please review. ^_^ More chapters to come.

The house was dark and appeared empty when B.A.U. agents Dr. Spencer Reid and Rhiannon Skie pulled into the drive-way.

"Creepy," said Skie, turning off the engine and looking up at the house."Well, Dr. Reid, shall we?"

Reid swallowed hard and bit his lower lip as he too looked up at the house.

"Actually, Rhea, I think we should wait for Morgan to get here" he said quietly, glancing behind him as though the mere mention of his name, Morgan would suddenly appear. Reid frowned when no one was there.

Skie rolled her eyes and opened her door, climbing out of the black SUV, she turned and gave her partner a weary look.

"Reid, its a house. An empty house at that, nothing is going to happen. Don't tell me you're still afraid of the dark?" she said, giving him a playful smile and a quick wink before shutting her door and walking up to the front door of the house.

Reid felt his face grow hot and he knew he was blushing. "Of course I'm afraid.." he muttered, also leaving the vehicle and followed her.

Skie reached her left hand forward, turning the doorknob, as her right hand slowly reached for her gun. She was a little surprised to find the door was unlocked, giving Reid a quick glance before slowly entering.

"Rhea," Reid whispered, following her inside. "I really think we should wait on this one, there could be traps or something just waiting for us...For all you know the un-sub could still be here."

She let out a small laugh, moving further inside.

"Reid, you really do worry too much." She said, stopping at the stairs and looking at him. "Look, why don't you wait down here for Morgan and I'll go check upstairs?"

He sighed, forcing a small smile and nodded, glad it was dark in the house, hiding his embarrassment. She smiled again and slowly ascended up the stairs to the second floor.

At the top, she peered down a dark hallway, it seemed darker then the rest of the house, if that was even possible. She pulled out a small flashlight, clicking it on, and started to walk down the hall, her gun out in front of her. Looking around, she noted the floor was covered in discarded clothing, garbage, and other items. What really got to her was the scent. It reminded her of something rotting, with a hint of death, it was so thick in the air she had a hard time not throwing up as the foul odor invaded her nose, gagging her. As she neared one of the bedrooms, she noticed dark, wet-looking spots in the carpet. Leaning down for a closer look revealed it to be what she could only assume was blood. A cold shiver ran down her spine as she stood and turned to the door of the first bedroom, reaching for the doorknob.

Reid paced back and forth by the front door, mad at himself for letting his fears get to him like that, and in front of Skie. Minutes seemed to tick by and he started to wonder where his other team members were. Lost in his thoughts, he didn't notice the figure standing in the shadows of the corner behind him, didn't hear as it moved towards him, and certainly didn't see the object coming at him. Pain, that's all he felt as something hard connected with the back of his skull, knocking him to the ground. Pain and confusion, then nothing..

As Skie pushed the door open, her hand immediately moved to cover her nose and mouth as the smell overwhelmed her, and she felt her stomach turn violently as she turned away. It took her a few moments to compose herself and once again turned to the room. Shining her flashlight inside, she took a step further in and her mouth fell opened in shock. Blood, that was the first thing she noticed, the walls seemed painted with it. As her hazel eyes swept the rest of the room she felt her stomach turn again. This was a torture room. Various types of tools hung on the wall on her right, instead of a bed there was a big metal table in the middle of the room equipped with five heavy leather straps and a smaller table next to it. Swallowing hard, she walked over, stopping next to the table. She saw what looked like a plastic container sitting on the smaller table, it appeared to have something inside, she bent closer to get a better look. Her eyes widen and she let out a startled gasp, jerking away, her hand flying to her mouth. Fingers! Human Fingers!

At that thought, Skie fled the room.

"Reid!" She yelled, as she hurried down the stairs, wanting nothing more than to get away from the gruesome scene. "Reid!"

She stopped dead at the bottom, her eyes wide in fear. Reid lay motionless on the ground, a small pool of blood on the floor under his head, behind him stood a tall man holding a bloody baseball bat and he was looking directly at her. She pointed her gun at him.

"Put the bat down!" Her voice shook slightly, and she took a step forward."Put it down now and step away from him!"

The man continued to stare at her, a smile crept over his lips but he released the bat, it clattered loudly against the tile as he took a small step backward. Skie relaxed some, but kept her gun on him.

"Put your hands behind your head and get down on the ground," She ordered, breathing a sigh of relief when he did, moving closer to him. This is almost too easy she thought as she reached for her cell and scrolling down contacts, stopping at the name "Hotch".

"You fail, Agent Skie." a voice came from behind, followed by a familiar clicking sound.

She turned quickly, aimed her gun, her finger twitched against the trigger.

BANG BANG