Hello there ! This is a supernatural fic, so you could consider it an AU, but I won't change anything big. It plays around season 7, so it has Prentiss in it ;)

Warnings: Whump in later chapters, maybe…. :D Blood, language, Rated M to be safe

Disclaimer: I don't own any Criminal Minds character.

His heart was pounding against his chest as he slowly walked down the dark hallway. His hands were sweaty and he had trouble holding onto his gun, the tight vest made it difficult to breath was it so hot? He turned into another room. Nothing. "Clear!" Was that his voice? It sounded so strange.

"Clear!" He jerked as he heard Hotch from downstairs. His team. He wasn't alone. Confused he shook his head. What were they looking for? The Unsub? Who was it? The sweat was running over his face and burned in his eyes, but he didn't dare to release one hand from his gun.

Continuing down the hallway he heard more calls from his team. Morgan. Prentiss. JJ. Rossi. Even Garcia. Why were they all looking for the Unsub. It's dangerous for Garcia, she hasn't any real training. He needed to tell them, he needed to get Garcia out of here. All of them. It was too dangerous.

But before he could turn around he heard a scream. Then another. And another. Nearly losing his gun he spun around. At the end of the hallway was another room and light was coming out from under the door. How hadn't he seen that before? Without thinking more about it he run towards the door and slammed it open.

"Hands up!" It was his voice again, it sounded so far away. The sudden light blinded him for a second, but when he saw clearly again he wished he couldn't. In front of him was a young blond woman, her wide eyes looked up in terror, her lifeless body sprawled out on the floor. The blood. There was so much blood. He couldn't see from where it was coming, it was everywhere.

"Reid?" This time he didn't jerk at Hotch yell. He was too numb. They had come too late. He had to tell them. He turned around, already seeing the flashlights of his team at the end of the hallway. He wanted to yell to them not to come closer, not to look at this horrible scene.

A sudden force pushed the gun out of his hand and wrapped itself around his body and covered his mouth, muffling his screams for help. He struggled against the invisible Unsub, but the black arms hold him closely to the warm body behind him. "Lmh- mh- gmh!" His demand came out as an incomprehensible muffle and it only resulted into a painful yank from his attacker. He felt a sharp edge cut into the skin right under the end of his jaw line, forcing him to freeze.

"Reid!" Hotch panicked face appeared at the door, behind him was Morgan and JJ, the shadows behind them had to be Rossi, Prentiss and Garcia. He had to get Garcia out. "Let Agent Reid go. This is not going to work for you." Hotch stern voice cut through the silence. The following stare down between his attacker and Hotch made the situation tense up and a goosebump run over his back.

"Sure you can have your little doctor back." No! There was something wrong. Hotch! "No!", he screamed out as the hand over his mouth was removed. At least he thought he did. A gurgling noise came instead of the "No" as the sharp thing was shoved upward, deep into his flesh.

He looked into the wide eyes of his team and wanted to tell them it was okay, that he didn't feel anything and that he would be alright. But when he opened his mouth blood flowed down his chin and back into his throat, suffocating him slowly.

" I'll see you soon Doctor Reid."

Reid shot up in his bed and tried to gasp for air. Immediately he started retching when he felt liquid flowing into his air way. Shocked he stared at the thick red that hit the rug next to his bed and in his panicked reaction he reached for his throat. First he breathed in relief that he couldn't feel a open stab wound there, then he realized he could breath without problems. Looking at his rug he still saw the little blood puddle and some droplets were falling from his chin. "What the hell?!" Again he touched his throat, but there was still no open wound. From where did the blood come from?

Reid resisted to urge to rub over his face to avoid smearing the blood all over it. Instead he stood up, carefully avoiding the blood on the floor and walked into the bathroom. Standing in front of the mirror he looked at a ghost version of himself. His eyes were surrounded by dark rings, standing up from his pale face while the red gave the whole image a morbid touch. He could have come right out of a bad horror movie. Touching his nose he saw that it was bloody to. "I must have had a nosebleed while I slept.", he murmured to himself. His mind went back to his dream, his nightmare to formulate it better. Shaking his head he started his morning routine, he was already late.

After Reid had cleaned himself he filled a bucket of water and looked through the cabinet under the sink for something to get the blood out of the rug. He decided on bleach because it was the only thing he had and started to rub it into the normally grey, but now crimson red rug. After ten minutes he finished trying to get everything out, instead of the red was now a light brown spot. He was satisfied for now. After putting the materials away he dressed himself in his usual clothes consisting of simple jeans, a blue shirt and a dark vest. Finishing up with putting his satchel over his shoulder he opened his drawer that held his gun and badge.

It was empty.

Frowning he looked around but couldn't find it. Did he left it at work? Hotch wouldn't be very happy to hear that, they were supposed to have it with them all the time, at least the badge. He shook his head, he clearly needed a coffee. Walking through the door he noticed how neat his little apartment looked, but didn't spend much thought to it. On the way down he greeted the old lady living under him, she just smiled back to him. When he thought about it he never had heard her say a single word.

Outside he was welcomed by the warm sunlight of an fresh spring morning. In spite of his weird and confusing beginning he smiled as he walked towards his favourite coffee shop. Soon the familiar little shop came in sight and it made walking immediately less arduous. "Mister Reid, how nice to see you! You still look a little bit sick, but I bet we can change that. The usual?" Reid frowned at the little italian man, but nodded. "I was worrying about you. I had all right to be, now that I look at you. It looks like you haven't slept in days, Mister Reid." Smiling at him Reid said: "I sure feel like it, but a coffee will be the right thing to get me going." "As good as done, Mister Reid, as good as done!", the barista babbled and worked on Reid's coffee. Giving the man his money Reid took the coffee and walked out of the shop, but not before adding eight sugar cubes.

He missed his subway and waited grumpily for the next one, he would be definitely late for work. Probably it would be just paperwork, he hadn't gotten a call from JJ. As he entered the subway he hoped Hotch wouldn't be too mad and that nobody would ask him about his disheveled look. But he would fool himself if he believed that a barista would see he had trouble with insomnia but not a team of profilers. He couldn't help but smile at the thought of his team and family. A loud ding signaled that he had arrived at his destination and he jumped up from his seat, watching out for his sacred beverage.

The sun was reflecting on the windows of the large FBI building and blinded Reid for a second. Inside he took the elevator upstairs, squeezing himself next to four more people. Smiling awkwardly at the woman in front of him he tried to avert his eyes from her busty dekolette. He blushed a bright pink when she chuckled and winked at him. As the elevator finally reached his floor he had trouble not to fall as he stumbled out of the tight space. Gaining back his composure he walked towards the office. On the way he overheard a little bit of a conversation between Strauss and someone on the phone: "We can't allow us any mistakes. I know, I know, but I can guarantee that the work won't be any less than perfect. It might be difficult right now, but that isn't a reas-….." As much as he wanted to he couldn't allow himself to stop and eavesdrop like a child.

Opening the big glass door to the office he saw that nobody sat at their desk but was gathered in the briefing room. He surely had missed the call from JJ that they had a case, hopefully they hadn't worried about his absence. Bracing himself for the slightly disapproving look Hotch and maybe Rossi would give him and Morgan's usual mocking question if he had a long night with some lady he opened the door.

"I'm really sorry that I'm …", Reid said while walking inside but stopped dead in his tracks.

The whole team stood frozen while gawking at him as if they couldn't believe what they saw.

"Guys, see I'm sorry that I'm late, but what happened?", Reid asked confused, but the only response was Garcia breaking down into a mix of sobs and laughter while slowly approaching him. Stepping back he frowned at their appearance. Everyone was wearing dark clothing that contrasted their pale and tired faces, which were now twisted with shock and disbelief. Garcia's small hands reached his face and he had to stop himself from jerking away as she pulled at his cheek.

"What is going on?", his voice was shivering slightly as he eyed his team. Garcia just shook her head, her tears now falling freely over her joyous face.

"How… I mean.. Why… I thought we had lost you…", she cried.

A lump in his throat hindered from answering so he just shook his head in misunderstanding.

"A week ago you… you died."

The end of the first chapter. What do you think? Do you want me to continue? Please Review, thank you :) Have a great week!