UPDATE: I reposted this because there were a bunch of oops! and it bugged me. Still the same story. Hope it's less distracting now and that yall like it. Peace out! ;)

A/N: Okay, I seem to be getting ahead of myself. I already have this new idea and am going to start writing it before I have even fished my first fanfic- ever. I'm sorry, but I promise to keep updating my other fic "Untraceable" steadily, but this just won't leave me alone and the sooner I get it out of my head, the better. Plus, this is going to be WAY shorter than my first fic. Most likely a one shot, a long one shot but a one shot- but subject to change should enough interest be shown. ;) I got the idea from a mix of the rumor that either Mathew Gray Gubler or Spencer Reid is allergic to latex- though I'm pretty sure it's MGG, but I'm gonna play off on it and an inspiration from "Afraid Of The Dark" by omalleyanatomy26.

Warnings for this would be somewhat harsh violence, anaphylactic shock and a curse word here or there.

Well, you read the summary- I assume- so you know what it's about, so I'll just get to it then. ;)

Disclaimer: Oh yeah, and if you recognize anything in here (AKA- Reid *hint hint*), then it's not mine. Unfortunately. ;)

It's not like he had had a bad day, quite the contrary, but Reid couldn't deny that he was happy to be home. It had been a tough couple of days and a rather rough case. But they caught the guy right before he was about to kill another poor girl. She was able to be held by her loving parents again as they cried over her when they saw her at the station. Thanks to the team and their efforts she would be able to go home. Though she would never be the same.

Granted, they had saved her but not before the unSub had raped her. If that weren't bad enough, they had to shoot him in front of her- right in front of her. She had been covered in blood, his blood. Though she had washed it away she said she could still feel it on her. It was cruel irony to call her saved and even crueler to admit that, given the situation, that was the best outcome they could have hoped for.

It was days like this that made the job murderously frustrating from the clashing of emotions of failure and reward. But there were many of those days. More than any of that the team cared to count. They got over them in their own ways, and came back day after day for seconds.

It was Reid's time to get over it. He would eat a bowl of Lucky Charms and read a book- the entire book, then go to bed. He would clear his head and think of nothing about the last few days and only on the words on the pages in front of him. He would relax in the steady rhythm of inner speech and the soft turning of the pages. He would let everything go and not think but simply know that he and the team were making a difference and that was why he would go to work the next day.

Home sweet home- well, more like empty apartment sweet empty apartment. But it wasn't empty.

As he walked his typical path down the hall to his sanctuary, Reid could see that the door was open, no more than an inch. He quickly drew his gun as he approached, ready for anything. The door had been forced open visible by the multitude of scratches and chips in the paint in front of the deadbolt. The inner door frame was completely detached from the wall. Spencer could hear murmured voices coming from inside as he heard things being moved around in a rushed delicacy, trying to go unnoticed.

Spencer slammed his shoulder against the door and threw it wide as he entered the apartment gun raised. There was a man standing in his living room in a dark hoody and a Richard Nixon mask holding a vase that he promptly dropped as he threw his hands up in the air as a sign of surrender.

Reid only saw the one man but knew he had heard at least two voices, and before he had time to turn his gun and gaze into the kitchen on his right, he was promptly punched in the face. Spencer was knocked completely off balance sending his gun flying across the room as he collided with the wall, braking a framed pictured of the team there.

The man who had punched Reid was wearing a Spiderman mask and came at him. Reid prepared for this, ducked the man's tempted right hook and rammed his shoulder into the man's gut and pushed him into the divider of the kitchen. Reid stumbled backwards from the effort in shoving the man and amazement at his own forcefulness when he was once again punched in the face, though this time by Richard Nixon.

Off balance and face burning yet again, Spencer stumbled and spun around slightly before he flung out his fist widely unable to aim at anyone due to the fuzziness clouding his vision. He was pleased to hear the groan telling him he had hit someone until he felt the pain in his own hand.

Suddenly, there were hands yanking his arms back while Spiderman punched him repeatedly in the gut and then twice more in the face. Spencer, completely dazed hung limply with a bloody nose in Nixon's grasp as he wondered how he had not yet been knocked unconscious from the multiple blows to his now painfully throbbing head. He was fairly certain he had a concussion.

Spencer heard the sound of tape being pulled away from the roll as his vision swam and he was able to make out said roll of tape in Spiderman's hand- duct tape. The man had undeniably brought it with him because Reid didn't own any. He hadn't used duct tape in years- it was too risky. Reid's eyes widened in horror as he saw the man approach, knowing what was to come.

"No. Don't-" Reid began panicked but was cut short.

"Shut up!" Spidey shouted before he torn off a large piece and bent down to tape up Spencer's legs. Reid kicked out and pushed against the man holding him. They didn't understand. They were going to kill him!

"Don't! Please!" Spencer tired again shouting, begging. "You don't understand!"

"I said 'shut up!'" Spiderman yelled at him before he struck him again. Reid's head flung violently sideways as he gasped in pain before his head was yanked back up by his hair where the tape was jammed forcefully across his mouth and wrapped around the back of his head.

It was too late now. His only chance was to break free and get to a hospital. Reid tripled his efforts tenfold. He was kicking and pushing and squirming. Anything to get away. He shoved against Nixon hard enough that his feet came off the ground and the man lost balance for just a moment.

"Hurry up!" He called to his partner as he tried to restrain the struggling Reid.

The man had ripped off another piece of tape and was now trying to wrap it around Spencer's flailing feet which finally struck the man in the face. The man holding Reid laughed at his partner's pain and continued to do so when Spencer was again slugged across the face, snapping his head to the right.

Barely conscious, Reid hung limply as Spiderman finally succeeded in taping Reid ankles together, far tighter than was strictly necessary. Now unable to support himself properly from the awkward placement of his feet, Spencer too, was unable to fight his attackers as Nixon ripped off his bag and forced his arms behind his back while Spiderman tore off yet another piece of tape and wrapped it around Spencer's wrists binding them excruciatingly tight and digging into his flesh.

"Stuff him in the closet!" Spiderman told Nixon and Reid felt himself being dragged down the hallway.

He couldn't let them stick him in the closet. He would never get out and no one would come looking for him for at least hours to come. He would be dead by then. It was already becoming hard to breathe. Spencer doubled his efforts and fought again against the man dragging him to his death. Reid writhed and twisted in the man's arms and then put all his weight against the man as he raised his bound feet and pushed with all his might against the wall, hopping to jar the man's hold, grunting with his effort.

"Will you help me with him?" Nixon shouted at his partner in frustration.

Spiderman came over and threw open Reid's supply cupboard in the hall. The man reached in and pulled out the vacuum, broom, and mop and threw them to the side as Reid continued to struggle against his attackers. How did they know this was the closet? Undoubtedly they had already opened it looking for hidden treasured and valuable items to steal.

Spencer wrestled and yelled at the robbers through the tape as they forced him into the cramped closet where he fell to the floor unable to balance under his own weight. Reid gave the robbers one last pleading look and begged them again through the tape.

"Please!"

The door was slammed in his face and he was thrown into darkness. Reid hated the dark. He hated tight spaces. And most of all, he hated being tied up with what would very well kill him. One of the most basic ingredients in almost every brand of duct tape, was latex, to which Reid was deathly allergic.

He knew all the bumbo- jumbo about how allergies don't always surface at a young age and can spring up on people as adults, so he wasn't too surprised to learn after he had join the FBI and was examining a crime scene, wearing latex gloves, that his hands turned a ghastly shade of red and itched something terrible. Morgan had been there and it scared him to death.

After much insisting and one order from the team, Hotch, Reid had gone to the hospital to be told by a doctor of his diagnosis. The doc had said the allergic reactions can and often do get worse with every exposure and that this being Reid's first reaction and so strong, the doc insisted that Reid keep an EpiPen on him at all times in the future and to make sure his co-workers knew where it was in case something did happen. So Reid switched to those goofy blue latex free gloves for crime scenes and hadn't touched anything with latex since. Almost.

He got a pretty bad reaction once previously at the office after his diagnosis. Reid was pretty sure it had come from his easer. It had been far more severe than the last time. It had started to get hard to breathe- very hard, and he had needed to stab himself in the leg with the pen that he kept in his bag. Always. Garcia was so freaked out she had started crying. But the pen did its job and Reid was fine. After that the team had gotten together and did some sort of warped intervention and purged Reid's home and office of all latex products from a list of which Garcia had compiled during her worrisome mother hen mode.

All that and Reid still had managed to get caught up in this. He didn't get. One way or another, everything humanly possible, all bad at least, seemed to happen to him. Reid heard something scraping across the wood floor and then slam up against the door to the closet. The robbers had barricaded the door with one of Reid's table chairs. There was no way he was getting out of here. Not alone.

Alone!

That's it! He need to let someone know he was here and something was wrong!

How?

Phone! Where's my phone?

How was he supposed to talk to anyone let alone press the buttons to make the call when his hands were bound behind his back and tape across his mouth? He was just going to have to try. Feeling and remembering that his phone was in his pocket from the last call he made that day, Reid started to try to fish it out.

With great difficulty Reid managed to get his back on the floor, trying to turn the opening of his pocket upside down. But it wasn't enough. Reid pushed of the ground with his feet arching his back with his hips up turning the pocket a further 20 degrees. Reid felt the phone begin to slip free but still seemed to be clinging inside the pocket.

Reid shook his body and jostled around as much as possible trying to stir the phone lose, banging his head, kicking his feet and knocking things down causing quiet a ruckus. Though not nearly as loud as the robbers who Reid could now hear ransacking his place, braking glass and over turning his bookshelves. Finally, with a blessed clattering of plastic on the ground, Spencer's phone came loose of his pockets.

Reid scrunched around, scooting up into a sitting position and fumbled around the ground behind his back for the phone. He couldn't find it. He turned this way and that feeling around but only seemed to be finding handfuls of dust. He was staring to panic. The tightness in his chest was building and his throat felt as if he had swallowed a Brilo-pad. His wrists, ankles and mouth all had a pens-and-needles kind of numb tingly that was furiously itchy, and he was sure if he saw himself that Reid's skin around the tape would be flaming red and swollen. He knew what was happening; it had been inevitable ever since the tape had first touched his skin. Spencer was going into anaphylactic shock and there was nothing he could do to stop it.

Forcing himself to calm and to take a strained deep breath, Spencer's hand finally clasped around the small heavenly object. Faintly Reid registered that the other sounds in his apartment were now gone and the robbers had left. This phone really was his only chance now.

Spencer didn't need the phone in front of him as he felt around for the buttons of a number he knew all too well behind his back. Thank God, he hadn't gotten a touch screen phone.

Reid leaned back and carefully set the phone down speaker up before he gave it a small shove so that it slid out in front of him and he twisted his body around to bend down and listen to the ringing of the phone telling him it was trying to connect to the desired number.

Come on!

Pick up.

Pick UP!

"Hey, Reid? What's going on?"

Spencer had never been more happy in his entire life to here Morgan's voice than he was in that moment. Reid started to try to talk, to say anything behind the wretched tape. Anything that would make noise and let Morgan know something was wrong.

"Reid, I can understand you." Morgan said slowly, concerned.

Reid again jumbled and grunted words through the tape louder, begging Morgan to come help him- save him.

"Reid! Are you in your apartment?" Morgan asked completely horrified at his friend incoherent words and obvious struggle to speak.

Reid thanked God realizing Morgan understood and was going to come to him; he just had to know where. Spencer's whole body relaxed as it set in that at least Morgan would find him, maybe not in time but he would find him.

"Mmhm!" Reid managed to get across. It was becoming too hard to hold his head up. His eye started drooping and Spencer realized that that terrible sound he was hearing was his own wheezing breath.

"I'm coming, Reid! I'm coming! Hold on!" Morgan shouted through the phone, but Reid hadn't heard him. He was leaning against the side wall of the closet his head lolling onto his chest, his wheezing slowly becoming less and less audible.

Morgan's SUV came screeching to a halt outside Reid's apartment complex, mere inches away from the entrance door. Not at all parked straight a legally, like the other government vehicles, police cars- six of them, outside the building. What they were doing here, he didn't care. He had to get to Reid. Now!

"Sir! You can't-" A police officer began to shout at Morgan as he ran towards the building entrance, but was ignored. Another policeman and his partner talking to a tenant right outside her door stared at him as he rushed by as another just passed them stuck out his hand to try to stop Morgan's progress.

"Sir!"

"FBI! Get out of my way!" Morgan shouted at the man ripping his wallet from his back pocket and shoving it in the officer's face before he hurried on leaving the man stunned. Fuck the elevator, Morgan's mind shouted as he dashed around the corner and flung open the door to the stairwell and began to take the steps three at a time.

Once on the third floor, Morgan threw open the stairwell door again and full out sprinted down the hall. All he could think about was that phone call. Reid couldn't talk. His voice was muffled and incoherent, like he was gagged. Morgan wouldn't let that phone call be the last thing he ever heard from his friend. He wouldn't. Just outside Reid's apartment, Morgan stopped, horrified.

Sense finally it him and Morgan drew his gun.

The door was wide open and hanging off the hinges. Pieces of the doorjamb were on the floor and through the door frame, Morgan could see the ravaged remains of what had once been Reid's home. Morgan slowly crept forward into the apartment and devastation. His mouth was open as he took in the overturned bookshelves with their contents everywhere: the floor, the couch. One of the shelves had fallen over onto the couch and now was propped up by it. The other bookcase had come crashing to the floor, smashing Reid's coffee table into shards.

The kitchen was totaled. All the cupboards where open, a few off their hinges. It seemed as though some had opened them just to slide out what was inside and send it cascading to the floor where it crumpled into powder. There wasn't a single dish left unbroken.

Living room. Clear.

Kitchen. Clear.

"Reid!" Morgan cried out to the apartment. No answer. "REID!" Nothing. Morgan entered further into the apartment and looked down the hall. He froze in horror as he saw that there was a chair tilted up against the wall, under the door knob to a door.

"Oh my God. REID!" Morgan screamed running down the hall. Why wasn't he answering? Morgan threw the chair aside and wrenched open the door.

"Oh my God." Morgan cried again and fell to his knees. Reid was on the floor of the closet, the phone next to his bound hands, the sound of a disconnected call and no service filling the small space. There was blood coming out of his nose and a gash right above his left eyebrow. His eye was a hideous shade of purple and was swollen shut and there was the beginning shadow of a bruise on his chin. His ankles and wrists were taped and there was tape wrapped all the way around his head across his mouth. His eye were closed and Morgan could hear him wheezing.

"Jesus." Morgan gasped horrified and reached into the closet, pulling Reid out and up against Morgan while he pulled off the binds and the gently pulled off the tape from Reid's mouth. Spencer hadn't moved and when the tape was removed the wheezing didn't stop.

"Reid? Come on, man." Morgan said, shaking the kid lightly as he held his shoulders and tapped his cheek. "Come on, man." Morgan said more forcefully, near tears.

"Where's your bag, Reid? Huh? Where?" Morgan asked. The kid needed his EpiPen. He knew he kept it in his bag. Reid had told all of them like the doc had asked, just in case. Just in case.

No answer.

Morgan finally accepting that Reid couldn't or just wasn't going to answer, set him gently down in the hallway and ran back into the living room.

"It's gotta be here. It's gotta be here!" Morgan said to himself. He had to find it. Reid needed it. He was going to die!

No! He wasn't! Right then by a miracle of God, Morgan saw the strap of the kid's side bag that was practically his third arm. It was under the fallen bookcase. Not even considering getting help from the multitude of officers or tenants Morgan grabbed the case with both hands and threw it across the room like he was in a "Strong Man" competition, though the case had no back and was empty of its books that now lay on the floor, where it landed on the other case. Morgan shuffled some of Reid's belongings off the bag, and snatched it up, clutching it tightly as he ran back down the hallway to his fallen brother.

He hadn't moved and was in the exact same position Morgan had set him down in- his legs slightly bent and arms away from his side.

"I got it." Morgan told the unhearing Spencer, as he collapsed to his knees and over turned the bag completely, shaking it violently so that its contents came spilling out, crashing to the floor.

With a small clatter of plastic Morgan threw the bag to the side as he made a mad grab for the capped syringe. Morgan's trembling hand nudged the needle as he tried to grasp it sending it inches away leading him to fumble for it and again pushed it away in his panicked state.

Morgan growing more and more fearful by the second slapped his hand straight down on the EpiPen, clasping in firmly in his hand and brought it to his mouth where he bit firmly on the cap at the same time he pulled the syringe away, leaving it bare and open, ready for use.

"Here it comes, kid." Morgan said, and grasping the EpiPen firmly in his fist, trust it down, plunging the epinephrine into Reid's leg. Reid didn't flinch, cry out or even move. He just lay there, deathly still. The syringe was empty and Morgan yanked it out, waiting.

"Reid?" Morgan begged softly, tears in his words, choking on them.

Still Reid did not move. And for one trembling moment, Morgan thought he was gone as the wheezing stopped. But he was wrong and he had never been so happy about it. Reid's body jerked on the floor as he gasped in fresh lungfuls of air and his one good eye fluttered open slightly.

Morgan gave out a shaking, gasping sigh in tears and grabbed Reid, pulling him off the floor hugging his back to Morgan's chest as he wrapped his arms around the kid, his body shaking from the relieving stress and Reid from his heavy breathing.

They didn't say anything as Reid continued to pant like he had ran a marathon and Morgan bit his lip to keep from sobbing and rested his chin on the kid's hair as he continued to hug him and rock gently side to side. Spencer brought up one hand and patted Morgan's arm around him, silently telling him how grateful he was and let it fall back down as he smiled.

Morgan could tell from the change in the tone of the kid's heavy breathing that he was smiling and Morgan couldn't help but let out a wet laugh.

"I hate you, you know that?" Morgan choked out playfully still rocking.

"I know." Spencer heaved.

Morgan chuckled again and they were silent again, at ease in the rocking and the sound of each other's hearts that they feared they would never hear again.

They were found that way by a policeman who barged into the room gun draw, but quickly holstered it, seeing the pair. It was the officer who Morgan had shoved his badge in the man's face, but he didn't seem upset.

"Heard yelling." He explained as he walked over and knelt down next to the pair. "Is he alright?" He asked Morgan motioning to Spencer in his arms.

"He needs to be check out at the hospital." Morgan replied, enough to let the man know he would live in the immediate future but still needed professional medical care.

"I'm fine, Morgan." Spencer said softly not opening his eyes.

"Shut up, Pretty Boy." Morgan chided softly, the way you would tell a child to go to sleep, not even braking rocking rhythm.

Reid didn't respond knowing it was a losing battled and caved in to let Morgan smother him protectively. He had to admit he probably did look a little worse for wear and he had almost died, so maybe going to the hospital wasn't such a bad idea. But they were so boring when you were a patient and Reid was tired of being in hospitals. He should get a frequent customer discount or something.

"I'll call an ambulance." The officer told Morgan.

"Thank you." Morgan said as the man got up and walked away to call it in, leaving the two alone. Morgan figured now was probably the best time to get a description of the men that did this while they were still fresh in Reid's mind. Too bad, Reid remembers everything perfectly anyway. Well, still- Morgan wanted to get answers soon. The sooner he knew who these guys were, the sooner he'd be on their asses.

"Reid, who did this to you?" Morgan asked finally stopping the rocking motion.

"Richard Nixon and Spiderman." Reid said very seriously and Morgan wonder briefly if Spencer had hit his head. Well, they would figure this out one way or another, no matter who it was.

"You sure do bring out the weirdoes, kid."

A/N: Okay, there you go! Hope this holds you off until I update my other fic "Untraceable."

I took some leeway with the whole anaphylactic shock thing- it does happen and is far more common than you think. I did do some research for this but I twisted it to make it more fun- I mean, you gotta make a story right. ;)p I'm sure those of you who actually do have a severe allergy and need an EpiPen know how I tweaked things and I in no way mean to upset/offend you or overplay/undermine your conditions.

BTW- The whole Morgan/Reid relationship in this is not intended to be a romantic one- just friendship but you can look it at that way if you want. ;)p

So- I originally intended this to be a one-shot, but now I really want to keep going with this, so I want yall's opinions. NOW- before you say yes keep going or nah quit, let it be known that if I do continue the Morgan/Reid scenes will remain purely friendship fluffy and never SLASH, and the fic will be centered around Reid of course, AND that the plot is gonna get crazy wild intricate.

Well, I've said my peace. What do you guys want. Tell me an a review or PM