Hey everyone, this is a request from Hp Dork FreakaZoid . She requested a small fic that focused on Reid being permanently paralysed and I hope I have done her proud. This is a three shot so expect the next two chapters over the next two days. Enjoy and I'd love to know what you think. Hope you like it, Hp Dork Freakazoid.

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Reid laughed as Morgan did his impression of Rossi, he closed his mouth and managed to stifle his laughter to a small, quiet chuckle.

"I do not act like that," Rossi said, shaking his head with a small smile tugging on his lips. "You laughed at that quickly, Spencer."

"It was funny and you know it," Reid defended himself quickly. "Besides, Morgan also does a very good impression of me. Show him, Morgan. Level it out between us."

Reid passed his glasses to Morgan, the glasses he kept in case his lenses gave him trouble. He watched Morgan put them on and point his finger up. "Did you know that Spencer Reid has an IQ of 187 and is so hyper because he puts about three tonnes of sugar in his coffee. He also knows that lightning does indeed strike a place twice."

Rossi let out a loud chuckle, as did everyone else at the table. Blake took the glasses from Morgan's face and looked through them. "I don't know how you see through these," she said as she passed them back.

"I wear contact lenses to make my job easier but my eyesight is very bad. I take after my aunt," he shrugged before taking a gulp of his drink and finishing it off. "I'm going to head home. I've had a great night out with you all."

"Oh, baby boy," Garcia pouted. "Can't you stay out a little longer. Please, you know you want to."

"I've loved tonight but I need to get home and check over a paper for friend. His son is trying to get into college and he wants me to take a look at his son's personal statement. I'll see you tomorrow. All of you, just remember to drink safely and get home safe too."

"To our baby boy," Garcia raised her glass before almost dropping it. Morgan managed to catch it.

"I think she's had enough," Reid smiled. "Night guys!"

Reid walked up the stairs to his apartment, buzzing with happiness at the night he'd had. He had intended to come straight home from work but the others had talked him into going out and he was happy that they had persuaded him. He opened his apartment door and stepped in.

"Argh!" he cried out as pain ripped through his head. He crashed to the floor and clutched his head as he struggled to focus. His vision blurred violently but he made out the boots of someone approaching him. He also heard someone behind him. He brought his hand away and saw blood smeared across it. He let out another cry of pain as something slammed into his back, forcing him to lay on the floor.

"J-Just take what you want," Reid wheezed. He grunted and lost the ability to breathe for a few seconds as a foot kicked him in the stomach and then the chest.

"Thank you for the offer, Spencer," a voice came above him. "We aren't here for your things. Tell me, do you talk with your father?"

"No," Reid coughed as he regained the ability to breathe, it hurt so much to breathe. It felt like someone was forcing a knife through his chest with each breath he took. "How...do...you...know...him?" he struggled to say before coughing and letting out a moan of pain.

"He owes us money," the man smiled. "A lot of it. He thinks he can do what he did and get away with it. I don't think so. He's hiding at the moment and we needed a way to bring him out. We're going to send him a nice little message through you. Let's connect father and son again."

Reid could barely struggle as a piece of tape got placed over his mouth. He screamed into it as a foot brutally stomped on his back.

Pain. Pure, obliterating and searing pain filled his body. He heard a knocking sound and sluggishly tried to open his eyes, he found that only one would open. He looked around the ceiling and found his eye sight tinged with red. A sound came through the thick fog that his mind kept around him.

"Hey, kid. I know last night was fun but you're late for work," Morgan's voice called from outside his apartment. Reid tried to speak but the tape was still over his mouth. He didn't have the energy to reach up and take it off. He moved his arm but cried out at the pain that came through it.

"Reid! Open the door or I'm gonna kick it down," Morgan yelled. Reid waited for about thirty seconds before he heard his door crash open.

"Oh, god!" Morgan gasped. Reid cried as he saw Morgan above him with wide eyes. The tape got peeled from his lips. His breathing was wheezy and he felt something dripping down his chin. "Reid, don't move. Don't move, I'm going to get you help. What happened to you? Who did this to you?"

"Men," Reid gasped before he coughed up a small amount of blood. "Legs!"

"They look okay, kid."

"Can't...feel...them," Reid cried. "I can't feel...my legs."

Reid began to lose consciousness again as the fog on his mind began to take over. He faintly heard Morgan calling for an ambulance.

"Hey, Spencer. SPENCER! You need to stay awake. Don't you dare close your eyes."

Reid closed his eyes and let the darkness take over him again.

Morgan felt completely helpless as his hands hovered over his best friend, he watched Reid's head fall to the side and blood drip from his mouth. There was blood everywhere. His face was a complete mess, black and blue adorned the swollen flesh. He just wanted to pick him and hold him till help arrived but he knew he couldn't. If Reid couldn't feel his legs, there was a good chance that his spine was damaged. He felt anger as he imagined his friend being beaten. His hand hovered above Reid's body. "C'mon, kid. Please wake up. You hang on, help is coming."

Morgan sat in the waiting room with some of the team, it had been over nine hours since Reid got rushed into the hospital. He held Garcia as she wept next to him. Blake and Rossi were with the forensic team, going over the apartment. Hotch sat staring at his coffee with JJ sat next to him. They all looked up when a doctor walked in. "Family of Spencer Reid?"

Hotch immediately came up from his seat. "Is he okay? I'm Aaron Hotchner, I'm his medical contact. You can speak freely in front of us all."

"We've placed Spencer in a medicated coma to protect his body from the pain. He's lucky to even still be alive. We had to place pins in his wrist, he suffered a severe break. We've also placed a metal plate in his face, we had to. The bone was beyond repair. We've had multiple surgeons working on him to save his life. He's got four broken ribs, a broken collarbone on his left side. He had internal bleeding and we had to remove one of his kidneys to save his life. His eyes are swollen from the beating but that will go down. He has a broken leg and that will heal. His entire body bruised and he had received vicious blows to the head. He's on a ventilator."

"Is that why he couldn't feel his legs? One got broken."

"I'm sorry but his spine got severely damaged during the attack. I'm so sorry but we can't repair the damage."

"What are you saying?" JJ demanded.

"I'm saying that your friend will never walk again."

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