Hello guys!

So this is my new story, occured to me one sleepless night and just couldn't get it out my head! I hope you like it and please review take care lub ya guys! Ps) The new chapter of Double Edge Sword is up.

*Morgan/Reid Fic it will get mature.

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Morgan's POV

"Hotch were on our way, how fast can you get to the warehouse?" Reid speaking to the radio was barely register as Morgan flew past the heavy traffic.

'We'll get there in 20 minutes, fuck Rossi we'll need an escort' Hotch's cussing was rare in him but viewing the situation through his eyes, it would be pretty fucking bad.

The streets were all full with traffic and even with an escort it will take minutes for the rest of the team to catch up with Morgan and Reid. They were sent to look a warehouse only to be called ten minutes later telling that there were some gun shots heard. Now both agents were in there way to meet face to face with a sadistic and psychopath killer.

Morgan look at Reid, he was taking off his sweater vest and replacing it with a Kevlar vest, in the total change some part of his lower abdomen became visible to Morgan's eyes making him loose focus on the traffic.

'Dammit' he thought to himself, he had to focus it wouldn't help both of them if he was fantasizing about the genius seated next to him. Morgan always thought himself straight as an arrow, but that change months ago. He didn't know what cause the change; just that he felt something more for the young agent. At times he was mad about it, he didn't even date much more every time he dated someone his mind would compare the female to Reid.

The SUV took a sharp turn and that's when he realized that they were almost there, he had to stop spacing off if he wanted to protect Reid. He took a long breath and tried to clear his thought.

"You ok?"

"Yes just that the warehouse gives me the creeps." Morgan said the first thing in his mind.

"Now that, I don't believe, Morgan the bad ass of the FBI afraid of a warehouse?" Reid asked with raised eyebrows.

"We are all afraid of something, Pretty boy."

"I thought it was commitment." Reid said as he checked the cartridge of his Glock, it had taken Morgan months to convince the boy to change his revolver.

"I never said I was afraid of it, I just haven't found the right person." Morgan felt indignated, he wasn't afraid of commitment or was he? There was no time to ponder the idea because he put the SUV in park and Reid was already coming around to his side.

Morgan put the vest on and took his gun out. Reid was inspecting the place and Morgan could see no fear on his face and he mentally smiled. The pretty boy always hide his emotions well.

"The unsub is still inside, there are no signs of him leaving the area." Morgan nodded and both agents went to the front of the warehouse, the door was open and they both entered guns raised.

Morgan pointed to the left and Reid nodded heading off in that direction. Morgan's breath was harsh and coming in quick pants, his adrenaline was in its highest point. There was a sharp turn and he stop for a moment, before quickly reveling himself. Nothing…

Then the smell hit him, he slowly followed the putrid smell until he reached a large trunk with a quick movement he opened the lid and the smell intensified. When he took a look the only thing he wanted to do was gag. In the inside there were at least four of the ten victims the unsub had abducted.

'Reid I found something.' Morgan talk into his earpiece. When he didn't receive an answer, he tried again. 'Reid… Reid answer.' His eyes shut closed and fear ran cold inside his body. Without thinking twice, Morgan retraced his step and went to the left side of the building.

He couldn't find or see Reid and he was starting to panic if anything happen to him under his watch, he wouldn't live with himself. Actually if something happen at him at all, he wouldn't be able to survive. That was a fact one he hated it, but it was the truth nonetheless.

His mind stopped rambling when he saw a small amount of blood on the floor, he gulped and his eyes watered. Morgan took a corner and he released a breath he didn't know he was holding. There on the floor was Reid with his hands tied and blood on his forehead, rage filled Morgan the next second.

Spencer's eyes snap open and went huge as saucers. "Shhh you are going to be alright Pretty Boy."

"No Morgan run…"

Morgan felt a sharp pain in the back of his head, and the next thing he knew he was on the floor. Before unconsciousness took him, he saw Reid yelling at him, Morgan tried to reassure him but the darkness over power him completely.

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"There are not answering there phone." Prentiss said from the backseat.

"Then try again, they know to put there phones in vibrate rather than silent. I'm going to try Morgan's." Hotch's voice was unemotional, but his face showed the worry for his two agents. It was a mistake to have let them enter that warehouse without back up.

The phone clicked and he could hear a car being started in the background.

"I'm afraid the agents are resting this moment would you like to leave them a message?" The hard voice sent an involuntary shiver through Hotch's back.

"Where are my agents?"

"I told you resting now is this everything cause I'm getting bored."

"You will not get away with it."

"That's what you think, now have a nice day." Rossi was signaling to keep talking, and mouthed 'Garcia'.

"Are my agents ok?"

"If you are asking me if they are alive, they are but not for long. If you are asking if they are in pain, they are in a lot."

"So what are you going to do to them?"

"Haven't you seen the bodies I've let you? Well that's nothing compared to what I'm going to do to them."

"If you hurt them I'm going to kill you, you worthless piece of shit."

"I've heard worst threats agent, now have fun cleaning the mess in the warehouse and before you leave, I have a melody for you." Two gun shots were heard and then the line was cut off. The phone slipped of his hand and he looked up to see the same expression in Rossi's face, he clearly heard the shots.

"Did Garcia trace the call?"

"Disposable cellphone."

Hotch closed his eyes and prayed that his agents were still alive.

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So do I continue?