Hello everyone, thank you so much for the great response to this fanfic, it has been rattling around in my mind for a while. I still have many more rattling in my head but they will have to wait. Here is the next chapter for you all, I hope you all enjoy it. I will also warn new readers that I'm an evil cliffhanger queen, just a little warning.
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"Let him go! He has done nothing to you," Morgan shouted at the three smiling men in front of him. "You can't do this to him."
Morgan stared at the television, his eyes focus on Reid. The image was one of high quality, Morgan could see the drugged the look in his friends eyes. He pulled against his restraints in anger, he pulled at the straps holding his arms against the chair arms. "Why are you doing this?"
"It's fun to take to revenge," the man in casual clothing smiled at him. "You can call me Arthur during your stay here. Your stay here will depend entirely on Dr Reid and his mind. Tell me, how strong do you think he is? How long do you think it will take for him to crack?"
"Shut up, he is stronger than you think. He won't believe you, he knows what is real and what isn't. You severely underestimate him," Morgan said strongly. He believed every word that came from himself. He was confident that Reid would stay strong through this.
"Well, we will just have to watch and see," the man in white doctor's coat said. "I'm sorry, you can call me Dr Griffin. Dr Reid will get to know me very personally. My other friend is playing nurse to him, you can call him Eric."
"When I get out of this chair, you'll be the first I kill," Morgan said in a low, dangerous voice.
"I don't think so, Agent Morgan," Dr Griffin chuckled. "You are going to have your own challenges ahead. You and your entire team are going to pay."
"Pay for what?" Morgan asked carefully.
"That would be telling," Arthur smirked at him before bringing a small blade into Morgan's view. "Now, let's get started with you."
Garcia - Morning
Garcia paced in her office as she tried to get hold of Morgan, she snapped her phone shut in frustration as Morgan's voicemail came onto her phone. She knew deep down that something was not right, something was wrong. Morgan was supposed to have picked her up but he hadn't. She had waited and waited, called and called but received no answer. She quickly walked out of her office, she looked out into the bullpen and noticed that Reid wasn't at his desk.
"Where are you?" Garcia whispered to herself, her tone full of worry. She opened her cellphone and pressed speed dial to call Reid, she listened for the answer. Her heart sank further as Reid's voicemail came onto the phone. Shutting her phone, she quickly marched to Hotch's office. She walked into the office, not bothering to knock. Standing at the window with his phone to his ear was Hotch.
"Garcia?" Hotch said in surprise as he shut his phone.
"Have you been able to get hold of Morgan and Reid?" Garcia asked quickly.
"No, I haven't. Reid was late yesterday morning, he wouldn't be late again today," Hotch said.
"Morgan was supposed to pick me up this morning but he never arrived. Hotch, something is wrong."
"I'm going to send Rossi to check Morgan's house, I'm going to go and check Reid's apartment."
"I'm coming with you," Garcia nodded before she followed Hotch out from his office.
Reid
Reid rolled sluggishly onto his back and stared at the ceiling. He blinked slowly as the sedative he had been given earlier continued to weigh on his mind. A small sliver of saliva was down his chin, he felt it there but didn't try to get rid of it. His mind was focused on other things, it was focused of keeping him sane. Reid closed his eyes and thought of the day before. Morgan had been taking him home after he had fallen over. Morgan was real. His mind wandered to his leg, he moved it and felt a small amount of pain in his knee.
Reid let out a small gasp as he felt the pain, it was gasp of relief. He remembered falling over, the pain was proof that yesterday had been real.
His heart jumped as the door opened again. Dr Griffin walked in with a file in one hand and a pen in the other. He placed them near the door and walked over to Reid. He lifted Reid up and leaned him against the wall behind him, Reid's head rested against the wall. He struggled to focus on Dr Griffin.
"Hello Spencer, are you feeling better now?" Dr Griffin smiled gently at him. Reid stayed silent and continued to stare at the doctor. "Spencer, you can't stay silent in this session. I'm here to help you get better."
"I don't need to get better. I'm not ill. I'm not ill, you are lying about everything," Reid said a low voice.
"Spencer, you are very ill. I know you don't want to accept your delusions, I know that you don't want to accept your Schizophrenia but you have to. This world that you have created in your mind is not helping you, it's hurting you. Spencer, you can't protect yourself forever. You need accept that you murdered your mother because of your illness. Your mind can only protect you for so long."
"I didn't murder my mother, my life is not a delusion. You are lying to me," Reid snapped. "I fell over yesterday and hurt my knee. My knee still hurts. Yesterday was real. Whatever you are trying to do will not work."
"Spencer, I'm sorry that your knee hurts but you hurt it yesterday in the day room. You attacked another patient and he pushed you to the floor. I was there myself, I helped bring you to this room. It is isn't safe for you to be around other patients or them around you. I want to help you to remember your life before your delusions took over."
"I'm not delusional, you are. You are trying to trick me. Tell me where Morgan is?" Reid growled.
"There is no Morgan, Spencer. Spencer, I've discussed with you before what will happen if we can't stop these delusions. I don't want to subject you to electroconvulsive therapy but I will if I have to."
"You can't do that to me, I won't let you," Reid said before shaking his head slowly. "My team will find me."
"You are a very bright man, Spencer. I'm sorry you were cursed with this illness," Dr Griffin sighed.
Morgan
Morgan gritted his teeth as Andrew continued to cut him deeply a fourth time on his back. He let out a sharp breath when Andrew brought the blade away, he felt the blood run down his back. He looked at the screen as Dr Griffin began to talk to Reid. He hated Reid being alone with the bastard.
"You haven't screamed once," Andrew laughed. "I thought you would considering how deeply I cut."
"Go to hell," Morgan said angrily.
"I'll make you scream one way or another," Andrew smiled. He walked away from Morgan and over to a nearby table. Morgan watched him for a moment, his attention snapped back to the television when he heard Dr Griffin suggest electroconvulsive therapy. His face turned into one of horror.
"Electroconvulsive therapy," Morgan gasped. "No! You can't do that to him."
"It's a last resort, one I hope we get to use. If we can't make Dr Reid crazy, we'll make sure to scramble his brain till he is a fucked up vegetable."
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