Cleisiophobia: Fear of being locked in an enclosed place.
He could hear the team, his friends, right on the other side of the door. The dark was suffocating, the air thick with death. They knew he was in the house somewhere, and he trusted them enough to know they'd find him. 'What if they don't? What if they don't care enough to look?' His mind was playing tricks on him, and he felt himself gasp for breath. How long had he been in here? Hours? Days?
Tied to a chair, he was helpless against the pacing man before him. His eyes stung with sweat and blood, and he blinked rapidly to clear his vision. "How long until your team comes?" The man asked, turning his unfocused eyes on him.
"How should I know? I've been with you," he didn't mean for his voice to sound as threatening as it did. As if on cue, he heard cars racing up the front of the house. Hyde heard them too, and he quickly untied him from the chair and gagged him. Kicking the chair out of the way, he pulled up a piece of the rug and revealed a trapped door he hadn't seen before. He heard himself pleading not to be put down there, he'd rather be shot then locked away; but without hesitation, he found himself pushed down into the small hole. His fingers scrapped at the underside of the door, and he felt the chair being replaced above.
Whimpering hoarsely, his voice long gone from screaming, his nails scrapped weakly at whatever he could reach. No light found it's way into his tiny prison, and his mind was fogging up from his irregular breathing patterns. He heard the team stomping around the house, screaming his name. They were there, right above him, and he couldn't get to them. They may never know he was down here, in his little hell. He felt himself dying down here, never to see light again. His blunt nails clawed at his skin when he was sure he felt something crawling on him. The feeling erupted from all over his body and he found his voice enough to scream again.
"Please, I'm down here!" He begged and pleaded to the people that couldn't hear him. He punched at the door over his head and struggled to breath. Collapsing back against the wall, he gasped for breath, finding it hard to determine if his eyes were opened or closed. He scratched at his skin hard enough to draw blood, slightly hoping that opening his skin would relieve some of the overwhelming fear and pressure that was building up in his veins.
He heard feet, right above his head, and he screamed with everything he had left in his lungs. His eyes slipped shut just as the door above his head opened, flooding his own personal hell with light. "Hotch, I found him!" Morgan screamed, climbing down and cuddling him to his chest. "Reid, look at me man, I got you," he reassured, passing his friend up to his awaiting team mates.
Reid's body was rigid as he coughed and sputtered, clawing at the hands that were holding him still. He didn't want to be touched, he didn't want to be immobilized. He wanted to run and stretch his legs, he wanted to feel free again. "Let go, let go! I can't breath!" Instantly, the pairs of hands freed him, and his eyes shot open. He saw light, and felt the warm sun pouring in through the window. Shaking he watched as Morgan emerged from under the floor, brushing the sweat from his face with the back of his hand.
As he regained his senses, Reid realized that he had vomit all over his shirt, and that his pants were distinctly wet and warm. His face flushed hotly, and he silently struggled to his feet. Ashamed, he stumbled to the bathroom to clean himself up. "Reid, you need to go to the hospital. This guy had you for three days," Morgan said quietly, following him. He really did lose track of time.
"Morgan I need something to change into please," he pleaded, not looking at his friend.
"I grabbed your go bag, it's in the truck," he disappeared for a moment, returning in under a minute with the familiar bag Reid brought on every case with him. Morgan handed it over silently, shutting the door on his way out. Quickly stripping out of his soiled clothes, Reid finally felt the overwhelming anxiety break in his chest; and he sobbed quietly.
