This is a slash story. If that makes you uncomfortable, please click on another story. If you do favor slash, please enjoy it!

Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds

Spencer's heart rate was steady. It wouldn't do him any good to panic in a situation like this. His mind was buzzing with statistics for his survival in this. Their unsub , a sadistic middle-aged white male who's murdered countless numbers of brunette housewives, was holding a blood rusted knife at his neck. The team cornered him after a call from an anonymous tipster gave the man up. Agent Hotchner ordered Rossi and JJ to raid the basement of the deteriorating mansion that the man called a home. Prentiss and Morgan were to scan the first floor. Just as Hotch was going to give Reid the order to stay with him, a high-pitched scream sounded from above their heads. Reid was the first one to react, taking out his gun and sprinting up the steps. He ignored the Unit Chief's shouts of "Don't go up there! Come back, now!" His body was acting on pure instinct. Somehow, the genius managed to maneuver through the maze of a building and make it to the source of the noise: the roof. There, under the spotlight of the moon, stood the man (whose name he recalled as Henry Witherspoon) tossing the corpse of the newest victim. She was thirty-seven year old Lisa O'Connor, married with four kids. The woman was curled up on the concrete ground with a fatal wound from a single stab to the heart. Reid grumbled under his breath. It was too late. They didn't save her. Witherspoon glared at him with his icy blue eyes. The stare was so cold, it sent violent shivers down Spencer's back. His gun was pointed right at the man. Spencer didn't want to kill him, he never wanted to kill anyone, but instead he wished to talk him out of using that knife clutched into his hands.

"You've got to put the knife down, sir," he said slowly.

Witherspoon didn't respond, but he stepped forward instead.

"It doesn't have to end this way, Henry. You could go home to your daughter an-"

A loud growl cut him off. In the blink of an eye, the agent was standing chest to back with the serial killer. Reid held his breath. He couldn't show fear, not to a man like him. His type gets off on his victim's fear. He'll be damned if he gave him the satisfaction. A pale hand came up to softly caress his face. "If you were a woman," Witherspoon breathed out. "I'd take you for myself." Spencer wasn't sure if that was a compliment or an insult. It didn't matter which one it was, though, it made him want to vomit all the same. The hand slid itself into Reid's brown locks, lightly pulling on a few strands. "Yeah, I'd definitely take you. You're so damn pretty,"

Spencer groaned. If he had a dime for every time someone called him that...

"Drop the weapon and put your hands where I can see them," he said sternly.

The man flinched at the tone and brought the blade to Spencer's neck. "If I were you, Pretty Boy, I'd drop my weapon," Before he could react, Witherspoon smacked his gun to the ground and yanked him towards his body. Spencer's back pressed against the man's round stomach. He shivered when he felt him sniff his hair. The blade of the knife pressed closer to his neck, faintly slicing some skin. And that was how he found himself at the mercy of their suspect.

"Henry!" a familiar voice shouted.

Hotch, JJ, and Morgan all held their weapons towards Witherspoon. If he wasn't incredibly thankful for his co-worker's timing.

"Step away from my agent!" Hotchner demanded.

Henry just laughed. "Why don't you ask me again in half an hour, sir?" The hand that wasn't holding the knife made its way to Spencer's hip. I think I'll some fun with this pretty boy," Spencer saw Morgan at the familiar nickname. His face twisted in anger that the hand that dared to touch what belonged to him. "Get your hand away from him, now!" he growled. Hotch glanced at Morgan, knowing the significance of the darkening tone in his voice. "Calm down, Morgan," his words fell on deaf ears. All Derek could hear was the blood roaring in his ear. Henry's grin widened at the outburst. "So, this one does swing that way. Do you take it up the ass, babe?" Henry asked, stroking his hip. Reid started squirming, but that only made Henry tighten his grip. Morgan fired one shot to the unsub's shoulder, only grazing his shoulder. His boss kept his eyes on Reid and Witherspoon as he scolded him. "Don't be reckless! What if he'd killed him right there? Didn't I say to calm down?" Witherspoon gave the two agents a sad look. "Why did you hurt me? Now I have to hurt the pretty boy,"

"Don't you dare-" Morgan was cut of by the sound of Reid's cry of pain. The knife deeply sliced his... shoulder? Spencer

stared in awe at the blood quickly streaming down his arm. Wasn't the knife at his throat? At that moment, Spencer saw all the control leave Agent Morgan's body. His gun slipped from his fingers and he dashed towards Witherspoon. Morgan drowned out Hotch's shouts and Reid's cries and solely focused on killing the son of a bitch wearing a shit eating grin. "Morgan stop!" Hotch tried as he watched him tackle their unsub to the ground. The two began to struggle for the knife. Their tumble moved their bodies closer and closer to the edge of the roof. "JJ, get Reid downstairs," Hotch ordered. With a nod, she grabbed her friend by his wounded arm, but wouldn't budge. "C'mon! We've got to get you to a medic!" she nudged him. Reid was glued to his spot, staring wide eyed at the confrontation. His breath hitched when Morgan and Witherspoon rolled at the edge. "Derek s-stop!" he try to scream out, but his twisting vision turned his voice down a few octaves. He stumbled around a bit, trying to get to Morgan. JJ shoved him to the ground.

"Hotch," she called back to her boss. "He's lost too much blood, but he refuses to move. It doesn't look good," Hotchner kept his gun pointed at the scuffle on the ground and crept towards Spencer. "Morgan! Pin him and get a move on!" he tried calling out, but the man was too busy punching the guy's face off. Witherspoon suddenly got the upper hand and gave their bodies one final twist. Spencer's heart stopped when he saw both men tumble over the edge. He began writhing under JJ's grip. "Spencer, calm down!" she scolded, but to no avail. Hotch ran to the edge to search for the two numbskulls. He found Witherspoon dead underneath an unconscious Morgan and sighed in relief. "Rossi, we need medics up here," he stated into his hand held. "Derek! Derek!" he heard Reid screech. He somehow managed to break free of from his friend's hold and slouched beside Hotch's leg. More blood spilled from his wound and it was easy to tell he was getting weaker. "Reid, lay down. There's a stairwell here, I'm sure Henry broke his fall," He tried to call him down. "Derek! Get up, Derek! Plea-" At that moment, Spencer reached his limit. Hotch looked away when his eyes rolled back. His body hit the concrete with a soft thud. JJ took this chance to try to stop the bleeding again. The medics joined her not long after.

First chapter down! It's my first CM fanfiction so... be gentle! If you do like this then... a sexy doctor for everyone! :D :D