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I can't sleep, so I thought I would post this drabble bit.
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Reid/review/enjoy
Reid pulls his sweater closer to his body, the rain lashing against the windows in his apartment.
Sergio sits on the window sill, meowing at the thin fingers of lightning raking themselves against the swelling underbelly of the gun metal clouds and bruised sky.
He's forgetting how to breathe-that thick mercury heat filling his lungs again and again.
It's hard.
He jumps slightly at the particularly loud crack of thunder that peals through the air-launching Sergio under the couch.
Reid feels numb.
The wetness of his cheeks shock him as trembling fingertips draw back damp; the unsub almost killed him today.
His fist clench beside him at the memory, his throat squeezing impossibly tight.
He's forgetting how to breathe.
The unsub's cold fingers curled around the slim column of his neck-grip cinching his windpipe, bruising his Adam's apple as the unsub sits on Reid's chest.
Morgan's cuffed to the post; Tantalus-just out of reach of Reid. Morgan kicks and thrashes, flaming mad as he tries, tries so hard to reach – threatening and swearing.
Reid's never heard Morgan sob so hard, tortured sounds spilling from his mouth as he begs to be taken instead. The keens echoing in his scattered mind as his body stills.
He's slipping...
He's forgetting how to breathe.
Morgan couldn't meet his eye at the hospital, guilt and sorrow stiff masks as the air hangs heavy between them as Reid's necklace of bruises stand in high relief against his pale skin.
But they were saved.
The victim was safe.
The victims were safe.
Safe as they'll ever be.
Reid and Morgan are victims again.