Hey everyone, here is a new fanfic for you all. I had promised myself to have a few days off but writing is what I need now. Had a rough weekend and find that writing helps out some of the anger. In my other fanfics, I have had Reid weaker than normal and some people have asked that I try to move away from that. So, while Reid will be hurt in this fanfic, he'll be tough. I all hope you enjoy this fanfic. It was previously in a poll of mine and it was voted second a while back. Enjoy and let me know what you think. Again, updates will be daily.

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Reid pulled on the cable holding his wrists together. He had to stay calm, he couldn't show this man any fear. He didn't know how the man had got into his apartment without him knowing, he had heard nothing until the man had attacked him and tied him up. Duct tape prevented him for calling for help. He tensed up as the man came up to him and smiled at him. "Don't worry, you are not going to die tonight. I can assure you of that."

The man stroked the duct tape. "I hear that you talk too much. Must be hard keeping all that information in your head. Or maybe, you just like showing off. You must love it. Being smarter than everyone else. They don't like it, do they? No, the moment you open that little mouth of yours, they want to beat you till you stop talking. Such a fragile little thing."

Reid groaned loudly into the tape as a fist smashed into his stomach. He lost his breath for a moment and wheezed harshly. He slowly sat back up and leaned against the chair, he glared at his attacker, determined not to show the pain he was feeling. The man held up a cellphone, Reid's cellphone.

"I like your cellphone," the man smirked. "It's full of interesting people. I love how you have dear little mommy on here. I know the number, it's for Bennington."

A flash of fear escaped his eyes when the man mentioned his mother, he brought back his strong composure but knew his attacker had seen his slip.

"Oh, don't worry little Spencer. I'm not interested in hurting your deranged mommy."

Reid struggled against his bonds with anger coursing through him.

The man laughed. "Guess, I hit a nerve there."

Reid watched him scroll through his contacts. "Ah," the man smiled. "Derek Morgan. Just the man I'm looking for. He cares about you. In all the time I've watched you, he has been your shadow. In a group of alpha males, he makes it known that you are his to protect. How do you think he will react to you in pain? You are practically his little brother. I bet he doesn't tell his little brother much about his past. I know he told you about Buford. Hell, he told everyone on that news report. He has other enemies in his past, waiting in the dark. I'm the only one with enough balls to make him pay."

Reid watched him press the call button. His phone began to make the call. Reid kept his eyes locked with his attacker as they waited. Reid hoped that Morgan wouldn't answer. He didn't want him in danger. His hopes got dashed as Morgan's upbeat voice came through the phone.

"Hey Reid, why are you calling so late?"

"Sorry, Derek. Spencer is a little tied up. I'm here though, looking into his big round brown eyes. He is a strong one. He fought well when I was restraining him."

"Who is this?!" Morgan shouted down the phone. "What have you done to him?!"

"Who I am is for you to find out and as for little Spencer, things are about to get ugly. How strong is he, Derek? Come and save your little brother at his apartment. You are not to bring any police or any of your fellow little team mates. You do and he will die. I'm going to play with your little brother now. Your past is here, Derek. Get ready to face it. To face me. After tonight, I look forward to the chase from you and your team. They will watch a hunter kill his lying prey."

The man disconnected the call and threw the phone against the wall, it smashed and the pieces scattered across the floor. He cracked his knuckles and stretched. In one swift motion, he brought his hand around Reid's throat and squeezed. Reid thrashed as he struggled to get oxygen.

"This might hurt a bit," the man laughed before bringing a fist and brutally smashing it into Reid's face.

Fifteen minutes later

Morgan beeped his horn as he weaved through traffic. He whipped around a corner and pressed his foot on the accelerator. He didn't care if he was breaking the laws of the road. Reid was alone in the hands of a bastard and was having, god knows what, done to him. He turned another corner and saw Reid's building come into view. He pulled up across the curb and rushed out of his car, his gun ready in his hands.

Reid struggled to stay awake as he laid on the floor. He felt blood down his head and chin. In the last fifteen minutes, he'd been beaten and thrown around his apartment. His hands restrained behind his back leaving him helpless. His right eye swollen shut and his body racked with pain and covered with bruises. He had angered the man by not screaming. He knew the beating got recorded. He wouldn't give the bastard any satisfaction hearing him scream. Especially knowing that the man would use the recording against the team. The duct tape was gone. He sluggishly looked to the window.

"Here he is!" the man clapped happily before quickly storming over to Reid and grabbing him by his hair. Reid let out a small whine as he got dragged into his kitchen, a trail of blood smearing the floor behind him. The man leaned him up against his cupboard door and brought out the duct tape again. He brought out a yellow piece of paper and placed it over Reid's mouth before putting another strip of duct tape over his mouth and the paper.

"See you soon, Spencer."

Reid could do nothing but watch as the man who had beaten him brutally escaped out the window. A few seconds later, his front door smashed open.

Morgan kicked Reid's door open and made his way inside. He saw a trail of blood on the floor and felt sick. He walked to the blood trail and looked into the kitchen. His eyes widened as he saw Reid. He rushed over and gently took the tape off Reid's lips. Reid let out a small moan as took a deep breath, his ribs hurting him as he did.

"Reid! Where is he?"

"He went out the window," Reid said painfully. "He's gone."

Morgan took Reid's face into his hands and examined it. "I'm going to take you to the hospital. Everything is gonna be fine."

"Paper," Reid wheezed.

Morgan looked down to the floor and saw a blood soaked piece of paper, he picked it up and felt horror at the words.

'Baby girl is next, Derek.'

Morgan barely had time to register the words as he watched Reid slump and slip into unconsciousness. He left the note on the floor and brought Reid into his arms. He needed to get him to the hospital. He would call the team on the way and tell them to protect Garcia.

He didn't know who this bastard was but he was going to kill him when he found him.

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