A/N: Ahhhh my first attempt at a Xover… and my second story! This will have A LOT of Whump… and Vampires…

Disclaimer: I don't own Criminal Minds if I did Reid and Hotch would've hooked up in '100'… I also don't own Twilight, or any of their characters!

"This is bad; this is really, really bad." Hotch muttered, gasping for breath.

"But it is so good, so very, very good." The young lover next to him in bed whined.

"It was a mistake! It never should have happened again!" Hotch shouted.

"Fine Aaron! Next time you want an escape, even if you may call it a mistake, don't come to me. I try and I try, but it's never as good as him, is it? My god, you just keep using me like a plastic bag, but you worship him like he's god! Just go call him now; I'm sure he's waiting." The now crying person shouted.

"Stop, please! Spencer come back, please!" He pleaded.

"No Hotch. You're lucky we're on a team that I don't want to jeopardize, or I would never want to see your face again!" Spencer Reid grabbed his stuff, got dressed in a mad rush and stormed out slamming the door behind him.

"Crap!" Hotch got his baggy sweats and white T-shirt on and followed suit. "Spencer?" He shouted down the hallway, hoping he wasn't too late.

Spencer rushed out of the door and angrily wiped the tears off his face.

"He had no right to treat you like that." A familiar voice announced.

"I'm fine… what are you doing in D.C.?"

"I'm here for some…unfinished business. I'm sorry Dr. Reid, but I have to do this, you killed my son." The words didn't have the chance to sink before the man drove a long knife deep in to Spencer's abdomen, over and over again. He heard a shuffling on the other side of the door and drove the knife in to the body once more and left.

"Spencer?" Was heard on the end of the hallway, and he smirked throwing the knife over his shoulder with his gloves.

Hotch walked out of the door and called Spencer's name. He heard a raspy breath below him.

"What the…?" He looked down and his world shattered. "Spencer!" He dropped to his knees, tears already in his eyes. "Who did this?" he asked him.

"M-mi-Michaels," he whispered weekly. He gasped in pain when Hotch put his hand over most of his wounds.

"How many times?" he asked.

"Tw-twen-twenty t-two, A-Aaron, I'm s-sorry." He gasped out.

"You don't have to apologize for. We'll get him, I promise. I need to call an ambulance and need to get a CSU here, ok? Just hold on for me." Hotch frantically pulled out his phone.

"9-1-1- what's your emergency?"

"My colleague was stabbed multiple times time, he's losing a lot of blood and is fading quickly. Hurry, he needs medical attention now."

"Ok, sir where is current location?"

"86543 east state street, apartment 4E."

"Keep him breathing sir. Paramedics will be there within ten minutes." The narrarator hung up.

"Hold on Spencer." Hotch pressed Morgan's speed dial.

"Morgan." Came his gruff greeting. Hotch put the conversation on speaker.

"Morgan I need you at my place, bring CSU and only you, not the team." Hotch rushed at Reid's harsh breathing.

"Hotch what the hell happened?" Morgan asked seriously, worry barely masked in his voice.

"Spencer was attacked. He's in bad shape… I-I am n-not even sure if he'll make it to the h-hospit-tal, th-that's why I'm asking for ju-just y-you." Hotch admitted, tears finally breaking through the tough barrier and running down his face.

"What?" Worry and despair now painfully evident in Morgan's voice.

"H-he was st-stabbed, 22 times a-nd he is bar-barely breathing." Hotch failed to keep the stutter out of his voice.

"22-Oh my god, I'm on my way, I called a CSU. Makes sure he stays alive, Aaron." Morgan hesitated at his other lovers' first name.

"I will Derek. Stay on, please, so I can tell you what happens." Hotch looked down and panicked, his eyes were closed. "Spence?" he asked frantically.

"Aaron, what's going on? I'm almost there?" Morgan panicked.

"He's unconscious." Hotch gasped out, worriedly.

"Check his pulse!" Hotch put his sweating fingers to Spencer's blood covered cold neck and checked his pulse.

"Oh my God." Hotch whispered.

"What, Aaron, please tell me he's still alive!" Morgan shouted, his composure slipping quickly.

"It it less than 30, Spence, please wake up, I can hear the ambulance, just wake up." Hotch pleaded.

"Hotch, I'm here, and so are the medics… they have a body bag? Why, he has a pulse!"

"I know." Hotch said simply.

"I'm around the corner. Hotch, I found a knife, covered in blood…"

"Bag it, I hope they found prints. Oh thank god. Reid, was he wearing any type of gloves? Leather, latex, winter? Any?" Hotch asked, though he already knew the answer.

"Y-yes, l-leath-er. I-it w-was e-Eli-jah m-m-Michaels f-fath-ther." Reid gasped. "H-Hotch, A-Aaron, I-I-m c-c-cold… tha-at's s-so cli-cliché." He breathily chuckled.

"Spencer, please just hang in there. We'll get you warm." Hotch pleaded at his fallen lover. "Morgan!" He shouted.

"I—I lo-ve you A-a-ron." He gasped and his eyes fluttered closed.

"NO!" Hotch shouted.

"Hotch! Do CPR, please man!" Morgan shouted suddenly, falling to his knees by Hotch. "We can't go on without him, Aaron, please… Don't make it so they have to use that damn body bag." Morgan pleaded. He pushed Hotch aside and applied pressure to Reid's still bleeding wounds, meanwhile Hotch started CPR. After 5 minutes of heart stopping silence, Hotch finally broke.

"C'mon Spence, don't leave Morgan and I without our third musketeer." Hotch pleaded, tears running down his face. He checked Spencer's pulse and let out a choked sob of relief. "Derek- get him breathing again… I—I can't, I'll go talk to the Medics."

"Aaron!" Derek pleaded, after breathing air in to Spencer's breathless body.

"I'm sorry Derek, what he said- I can't." Aaron mumbled stumbling towards the Medics down the hall. "He's down the hall, I'm not sure if he's breathing yet, I just finished CPR. Pulse is weak, slow, and thready. Hurry, this way." Hotch rambled.

"Aaron! He's breathing!" Morgan's shout announced.

"Let's go." The Medics rushed and gasped. "Oh my GOD, David! Get a tube!" One paramedic demanded. David nodded and reached in to a bag and pulled out a long, clear, plastic tube. The other Medic grabbed it rather harshly and quickly glided it down Reid's blood covered throat.

"We have to go now." The nameless paramedic said. He hefted Reid on the stretcher and was met with a spurt of dark crimson blood.

"We tore an artery when we lifted hi! Call an OR; tell them to have three units of o-negative!" David shouted.

"I'm riding." Hotch announced in a do-not-mess-with-me tone. The still nameless medic nodded. They jumped in to the waiting ambulance, leaving Morgan in the dust. He pulled out his phone and dialed a number.

"Penny, send the team to the closest hospital to Hotch's apartment."

"Hospital? Why, what's wrong with Hotch?" The eccentric TA asked with worry in her voice.

"Not Hotch… Reid. He was stabbed…a lot"

"What? What do you mean by a lot…More than Hotch was?" She asked, referring to the time when George Foyet attacked the unit chief. You could practically hear the tears running down her cheeks.

"Yes, yes. A lot more."

"How many?" She nervously asked.

Morgan sighed, "Twenty-two." He cringed at Garcia's strangled cry.

"Oh my God. I'll call JJ and Prentiss and you call Rossi."

"Got it, Garcia he'll make it." The I hope, hung in the air. He hung up and dialed Rossi's.

"David Rossi." He greeted.

"Dave, its Morgan. Something happened."

"What happened?" He sounded uncharacteristically worried.

"Reid was stabbed…multiple times."

"How many times? Are you and Hotch ok?"

"Twenty-two, Hotch and I are fine… He was singled out." Morgan gasped when he saw something wrapped in bloody cloth."

"Rossi, come to Hotch's apartment. We're looking in to this, he is unintelligent and disorganized. He will mess up. I just found his gloves and a standard issue Glock .17."

"I'll be there in less than five minutes… Don't kill anyone." Rossi added.

A/N:Sooo… *Biting nervously on her lip* Read and Review? This WILL NOT BE A DEATH FIC… Sort of. Also, this won't be put in the Xover archives.