Hey everyone. I couldn't resist writing this and fear not, I will still be updating my other fan fiction. I just couldn't resist doing this.
I hope that you all enjoy this and I hope that you like it.
There is a character death but that is obvious. This fan fiction is going to be bloody and feature torture among other things so a little warning there.
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All mistake are my own
Reid sat down for the night with a collection of new books to read, he sat against his sofa with a cup of coffee beside him. He sat down and finally let his body relax. The team had been working on a few rough cases lately and he was just happy to have a few days off, he was just happy to have some time to himself.
Later that night
Reid felt uneasy as he awoke from his deep slumber, he didn't know what it was that had awoken him but he didn't like it. Reid pushed the covers of himself and brushed some hair out of his eyes, he switched on the lamp shade next to him and found himself looking around his apartment. He couldn't see anyone and nothing seemed out of place. He carefully made his way to his front door, he check the locks and found them all in place. Reid closed his eyes and rubbed his tired eyes. He knew that he was edge slightly after the recent cases the team had seen.
Reid turned around the corner and made his way back to his bed.
He yelped and started to panic when a strong hand clamped over his mouth. He clawed at the hand as person holding him forced him onto the bed and onto his back. Reid looked up and saw a man looking down at him and smiling. The man sat on his hips before grabbing a needle from pocket. The man bit the cap off with his mouth before pushing it into Reid's neck. Reid screamed into the hand as he felt something burn his throat. His scream became almost silent as the man pulled out the needle.
"Don't worry Spencer, it was only bleach. I injected it into your vocal cords, I can't have you screaming for help as we play," the man smiled at Reid before turning him over and tying his hands together.
The next morning - Morgan
Morgan knocked on Reid's door for the third time, his entire mind screaming at him that something was wrong. He turned to Garcia to see that she had the exact same look on her face. They had come round to see if Reid wanted to do something for the day.
"Let me call him. He may have gone out," Morgan said as he pulled his phone out and dialled Reid's number. He heart sank slightly when he heard a phone ringing from inside the apartment. Morgan shut off the phone and pounded the door again. Garcia jumped with each hit to the door.
"Reid, it's Morgan and Garcia. Last chance to open the door or I'm busting it down."
They waited for a few moments and recieved no answer. Morgan pushed Garcia away from the door before lifting his foot and kicking the door, the door flew open and Morgan rushed in. Morgan pointed to Garcia and told her to wait outside. Morgan turned around the corner and felt as if someone had just stabbed him in the heart. Morgan was frozen as he looked at the horror in front of him.
Leaned against the bottom of the bed was a bloody, beaten and pale half dressed Reid, each of his wrists tied with metal wire to the bedpsts. Reid's head down and against his chest, his eyes obscured by his hair.
"Reid!" Morgan screamed as he raced forward, he kneeled down next to Reid and knew that Reid was dead. He didn't touch Reid's body but he leaned down and looked under Reid's hair to see lifeless and dead eyes. Morgan felt tears roll down his cheek as his shaking hands hovered over Reid's body. He wanted nothing more than to untie Reid's body from the bed but he knew that someone had murdered Reid. He couldn't risk contaminating Reid's body. Reid wasn't breathing. The young genius had been taken away from the team and Morgan struggled to accept that he was dead.
Morgan felt anger replace the stabbing pain of loss in his heart.
He was going to find whoever had hurt and killed his friend and he was going to make sure they suffered. He was going to hunt them down and make them wish for death.
"NO!" Garcia's voice screamed from behind Morgan causing Morgan to turn and look at her. Morgan rushed to her as she fell to her knees. He brought her into a tight hug and turned her away from Reid's body.
"He can't be dead...M-Morgan tell me he isn't dead," Garcia sobbed as she gripped onto Morgan's jacket, she cried into his shoulder.
"I'm sorry, he's dead babygirl. T-This can't be happening. Who would do this?" Morgan cried as he held Garcia.
Reid
Reid sat against the wall watching his two friends hold each other and cry. He had been staring at his lifeless body for the last three hours. He didn't know what he was, his best assumption was that he was a ghost.
He couldn't grab anything. He had shouted and shouted but no-one had come to his door. He knew that no-one could see or hear him.
He felt anger as he watched his two friends cry, he felt anger at the man who had came into his apartment and put him through hours of hell and torture before killing him.
He had watched the man take pictures of his dead body, he had watched as the man grabbed the camcorder that had recorded the torture and his murder. He had watched his murderer walk out his door with a Cheshire grin on his face. He had watched his murderer continue to live while he was dead.
Reid couldn't even cry, ghosts couldn't cry.
Reid wanted only one thing at the moment, he wanted the team to find the man that had killed him, the man that taken him away from them, taken him away from his family.
He wanted justice.
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