Title: Hostage
Ratings: R
Characters/Pairings: Reid/Morgan
Spoilers: none
Warnings: angst, drama, violence,
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Summery: It's the very last place in the world that would teach you to hope.
You can hear Hotch trying to negotiate from the outsides. The gunmen are standing by the window just listening, you know their waiting for the point where they've got nothing left to loose and everything to gain from letting you go.
But you honestly don't care what happens, you don't care if you spend the rest of your life in this hell, you don't even care if the son's of bitches that did all of this to you walk away free.
You just want his blood to stop running through your fingers.
You actually have to think about it to remember how you ended up in this dirty living room on your knees putting pressure on his chest.
When victims of crime say it happened all so fast, they aren't kidding. One moment your sitting together having the history of coffee told to you then the next you've got a gun pointed at your head and you see a bullet go through his chest.
"Is everything Ok in there?" You hear Hotch shout over the microphone.
You can't help but answer it that question in your head.
No, it's not ok. And nothing ever will be again.
But you don't say anything, you just lean down and press your face against his wavy hair and try to whisper something soothing. You don't even know if he hears you or not, his body going through shock, shaking and losing blood. You know he's not going to be with you too much longer.
"It's ok," he whispered through a mouthful of blood.
You blink and pull back to stare down at him, surprised that he's even aware of you.
"It's ok," he says again, his eyes unfocused but somehow you know he's looking right at you. "We're going to be ok."
You want to agree with him to be supportive; you want to agree with him to give him hope. But you don't. You can't manage a lie while he's dying in front of you.
"Don't talk, kid, save your strength." You whisper.
He lifts a bloody hand and runs it over your face; you let your eyes fall closed to his caresses. His fingers leave a trial of warm blood down your face and you're not sure if you can hold it in any longer.
When his hand falls from your face you screw it all.
What do you really have left to lose anyways?
Your life? Another few hours with these crazy S.O.B's and you're dead anyways.
Your job? They can have it, just as long as you get this moment.
You lean down and kiss him before you even decide to do so. It's surprisingly warm and comforting, and you had to take a mental double take to remember its Reid you're kissing.
When you pull away he's smiling, the blood and rumor of death still apparent but a little more life is in his eyes.
"When we get out of here…" he falls short due to either embarrassment or exhaustion. You can't tell which but decide to finish what he started.
"We'll do something. Don't worry Reid. Just relax and let me take care of you." When you finish his eyes close and for a brief moment fear racks your body, then you hear him exhale then inhale. He's sleeping.
You look down at your hand, surprised to see the dark red blood collating under your dark hands.
You sigh deeply, relieved and overjoyed. You tear your eyes away from his face and look around. The gun man are still determined to hold you hostage, the situation still looks hopeless. But his blood has stopped seeping into your hands.
Getting out of this, getting Reid to a hospital, watching him recover…spending a life with him, none of it feels to far off anymore.
You lay your head on his chest and suck in a breath that's mixed with him.
Suddenly everything seems possible.