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Morgan's head was pounding as he opened hie eyes. He looked around sluggishly and with an unfocused gaze. His mind still not adjusted to consciousness. Around him he heard voices, he tried to focus on them, what was being said, who was speaking.

"Morgan?" The voice was deep and authoritative. Hotch. "You okay?"

"Hotch?" Morgan blinked a few times, until finally he could focus. His eyes fell on his Unit Chief who sat bound and bloody. Bounded by his wrists with a deep silver chain that interlocked with cuffs at his ankles. All of which connected to a brick wall. As Morgan looked him over, he noticed the underlaying expression hidden among his normal stone like features. Fear. For once, Morgan saw fear when he looked at Hotch's face. It only deepened when Hotch met his gaze.

A loud groan erupted from beside him, Morgan turned to see JJ laying alongside him. A small stream of blood leaked from a gash in her forehead. Morgan looked around the room, finally realizing that he and Hotch were not it's only inhabitants. To the far left, right of Hotch lay Rossi. Morgan attempted to get up, but felt cold metal pull against his skin. It was then that he realized that he was bound, same as the others. Beside Rossi was Emily. She had pulled herself into a sitting position, and now seemed to be trying to focus. Adjacent to Emily, the farthest from Morgan, lay Garcia. She wasn't moving and a puddle of blood pooled by her face.

Was she breathing? Was she even alive?

"Hotch what happened?" Morgan didn't want to believe it. Had Reid actually...done all this?

"Morgan," Hotch sighed shakily. "You know what happened. I know you do because I remember every second of it and I keep telling myself that it isn't true, that somewhere there is a rational explanation for all this..." Hotch momentarily lost composure as he chocked back a sob. Weakly he pulled against his restraints, but quickly dropped his hands to his lap, defeated. "But it is true."

Morgan couldn't stop the tears that began to fall down his face. "I just don't understand..." Hotch nodded, knowing how he felt. He looked as if he was about to begin speaking once again, but was cut off. Emily's unsteady voice rose through the silence. "Hotch? Morgan?" She was shaking her head as she spoke, one hand rubbing hard at her forehead. Her gaze remained low when she spoke again, "Reid..."

"Yes, Emily." A new voice came from behind, coming from the entrance at the top of the stairs that sat against the far wall. Reid entered, smiling. He mockingly nodded at Morgan, Hotch and Emily as he approached. "How are you all doing?"

"How do you think we are doing?" Morgan growled, his words venomous as he glared into Reid's eyes. "You sick, fu-"

"Uh, uh ,uh. We will have none of that," Reid replied calmly, returning the stare with ease. He was not intimidated. Morgan searched his face, looking for his friend. He had to be there, somewhere. But as he looked he found no traces of the old Reid, not anywhere. It was as if his whole persona had completely changed. Like he was an entirely different person. Why was he just realizing that now?

"It's time to pay attention."

"Attention?" Hotch asked. Reid ignored him, moving towards the limp body of JJ. "Well hello there," Reid grinned, scanning down the body of this young, attractive woman. He looked back at Morgan and Hotch, smirking. They both knew what he was thinking, and were revolted by the thought. This Reid, this new psychopath, was disgusting. Still smirking, he grazed his long bony fingers against her skin, beginning at her back and then slowly traveling down toward her rear. He gave a sick chortle.

"Stop! You bastard!" Morgan screamed, pulling against his restraints. "Stop!" Dramatically, Reid sighed, looking unfazed by Morgan's outburst. As if on cue, JJ began to stir, groaning and moving slightly.

"Good." Standing up, Reid moved on to Rossi. Then to Garcia. All the while Morgan studied him. Hotch did the same. They focused on his body language, the way he spoke, what he did. The words from his past thoughts rang in his head, Strange, something strange...

Why had he not listened to his instincts? He couldn't help but blame himself. It was his fault, wasn't it? This was his job.

But then again, this was Reid.

A little while later everyone was awake. Reid had awaken both Rossi and Garcia with a sharp slap to the face, one that they still hadn't recovered from. Garcia had cried out, promoting every instinct inside Morgan to tear Reid apart. It seemed that the only thing stoping him were the chains.

"Do I have your attention?" Reid asked to the already silent room. He didn't wait for a response. "Good. Right now you all may be wondering what is going on. Why Reid, I, drugged, beat, chained, punched"-he looked over to Garcia sympathetically-"attempt at rape...Just kidding! No one has been abused"-he smiled at them brightly before his face turned dark-"yet."

"Are you going to tell us why we are here, Reid?" Rossi questioned harshly, one of his eyes swelling shut. Reid turned to look at the man, he didn't move for a few moments before continuing.

"Why of course Agent Rossi!" Reid exclaimed, his jovial seeming real. "You are all here to participate in a very special game. I call it "The Circle Game". His once bright expression turned dark.

"What if we don't want to participate?" Hotch inquired. Reid marched toward him, administering a hard slap to his face. Hotch barely moved.

"You will all participate in this game. You will want to,...when I tell you the prize."

"What's the prize?" Emily asked. She too received a sharp blow to the face.

"First I must explain the rules. There are five," Reid stated. He pulled a white sheet of paper from his pocket and began to read off of it:

Rule number one: Only speak when spoken to.

Rule number two: When a question is asked, ten minutes will be allowed before an answer is required.

Rule number three: Each wrong question answered will result in punishment. Severity depending on question level.

Rule number four: No tolerance for cheating. There will be server consequences.

Rule number five: Breaking rules is unacceptable. Multiple offenses will result in expulsion from the game.

Reid looked up from the list; any trace of his old self nonexistent. He smiled sickly. "I will advise you all to heed rule number 5."

"You brought us all here to play some stupid game?" Morgans heated voice erupted through the silence. "Reid, what happened to you? How could you do this?"

"Yeah, we're a family," JJ piped up, still a little dazed. "Why, Reid?"

Reid looked his team over with vexed eyes, the smile had left his face. Taking a deep, calming breath he responded. "You two have just broken rule number one."

Hotch's stomach lurched, his mind was racing. What is this psychopath going to do? He no longer thought of this man as Reid. Unmoving, the son of the bitch's dark eyes remained fixated on Morgan and JJ. He walked over to Morgan, slowly. When he was directly in front of the chained man he crouched down, their gaze now level. Morgan growled, the hatred and rage inside threatening to burst.

Who was this man?

"Morgan, you of all people should know the answer," Reid cackled slightly, spit sprayed Morgan's face. "You should know. Didn't you see any of the signs?" Morgan sat unmoving, staring foully at the younger man. Reid delivered a fast quick punch to his cheek, whipping his head side ways. Morgan did not make a sound, and after a deep shaky breath turned his gaze back to Reid. A stream of blood trickled for a small gash in his cheek. He did not speak.

Reid turned to JJ, and smirked. "I'll come for you later."

Standing up Reid made his way over to the center of the room, where he was surrounded by the chained team. Turning, he looked at them all, pausing to drink in their expressions, their fear. Confusion.

"You all have let me down. Let Reid down." Reid raised an eyebrow when he saw slight confusion cross Rossi's face. Why had he said it like that? "I thought you guys were supposed to be some kind of family, yet you don't even see the change in one of your members."His eye's flashed. It was not anger, Rossi realized, but pleasure that momentarily clouded his expression. Deep, true pleasure, that he received from their confusion, their heartbreak and fear.

Reid continued, "Unnoticed." It sounded bitter. "For a year, none of you notice anything. You claimed to be these FBI heroes, these profilers that can solve any problems and yet none of you notice. For a year now, none of you have seen the change."

The way he spoke. The way he walked with his head held high and back straight. The mood shifts. Not just for today, but for a while now. Rossi peered up at this man, his mind racing. The man before him spoke the truth. He hadn't taken time to notice, written it off as stress or exhaustion, but there had been something off about Reid for a while now. He didn't know what or why.

Rossi didn't notice that Reid had turned to him. The room had fallen silent, and Reid gazed down at the older profiler with interest. "Dave I give you the permission to speak." Then he added, "Use it wisely."

Rossi met Reids gaze intently, his mind working to draw conclusions, see the pattern, the truth. Still he did not know the definitive answer, but he was beginning to understand the change he spoke of.

"You're different. Something about you has changed, something we didn't see and you want to punish us for it?" He attempted, knowing full well that wasn't the reason.

Reid scoffed, "Fucking idiots! I can't believe you call yourself profiles. You think I care that you didn't notice? No, you moron! That was the whole point! You were, all of you were supposed to see the signs, but none of you did. Every day that passed, the more oblivious you all seemed to be. It's been over a year now and still you do not know what I am talking about. You not seeing, that's the best part!"

"Is it that your a psychopath?" Emily asked with bitter sarcasm. Reid turned his attention to the dark haired woman who was leaning against the brick wall. He was laughing, his eyes shinning demonically.

"No my dear Emily," He slowly turned to them all, smiling wickedly. Though, his gaze landed on Morgan as he spoke. "It is that I am not Reid."

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