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The man got closer to Reid. Reid stepped backwards.
"What do you want?" He demanded. The man laughed.
"I would have though it was obvious." He lunged for Reid and before Reid could protest he pinned him down.
"Please!" Reid begged. "Please don't."
But the knife suddenly pressed deep against Reid's throat.
"Shut up unless you want me to slit your damned neck," the stalker hissed.
Reid shivered.
The man forced Reid down to the ground.
"Strip," he commanded.
"What?" Reid's eyes widened.
"Strip!"
Reid shook his head.
"No."
He would not yeild. He would not be this sick twisted man's puppet. The man closed his eyes in frusteration.
"Fine," he growled.
He ripped Reid's shirt. Reid struggled against his grip.
"Please..."
"No begging!" The man snarled as he undid Reid's belt. "I've been following you around for weeks, Dr. Reid...learning everything there is to know about you and the more I learned the more I wanted you..."
Reid was shaking.
Suddenly the door busted open.
"FBI! Don't move! Drop the knife!"
Reid's eyes widened, stunned. It was Morgan.
Morgan was filled with rage as he saw Reid stripped and trembling beneath the sicko, his shirt ripped.
The man slowly obeyed.
"Put your hands behind your head!"
Slowly they were.
Morgan inched towards the man and lowered his gun to get the handcuffs out.
That was his mistake.
Quickly the man turned and took the gun out of Morgan's hand before hitting Morgan over the head.
Morgan collapsed, and tried to regain composure but the room was spinning. Before fleeing the man stared darkly at Reid.
"You'll regret this," he snarled and before Morgan was able to lung at him he left.
Reid couldn't stop shaking.
"Reid," Morgan groaned, ignoring the blood on his own head. "Are you all right?"
Reid slowly nodded, still in shock over the situation.
"Did he... Did that bastard..." Morgan was unsure on how to finish the sentence. Reid shook his head.
"No," he managed to say. "You...arrived, just in time."
Morgan nodded, relief filling him. Thank God he decided to come over. He shuddered to think of what would have happened if he didn't. He helped Reid to the couch.
"What are you doing?" Reid asked as Morgan reached for his cell phone. Morgan stared at him.
"I'm calling the police, and our team."
For once Reid didn't protest. He was tired of feeling terrified and alone all the time. And he really didn't want something like this to happen again.
He nodded his approval and as Morgan contacted Hotch he gave Reid a blanket and wondered if the kid would ever be completly safe again.