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Team

Once Callen left, they began calling to Reid.

"Spence, please wake up." JJ called.

"Oh Reid honey." Garcia

"Kid, can you hear us?" Rossi yelled

"REID! REID MAN. pretty boy? Please talk to us. Open your eyes!" Morgan was the loudest.

JJ stretched her arm out through the bar, she was way out of reach. All they could do was watch Reid struggle to breath, his back to them, his body shivering.

"JJ can you access the damage?" Hotch asked seriously.

"Um...there's uh a.. there's a lot of blood Hotch. I think he has a good few lacerations and his head is definitely bleeding, b..but I don't know where from." JJ rubbed her face in her hands.

"His ribs are probably all sorts of broken from that kick" Rossi sighed, putting his own head in his hands.

"Spencer, wake up" called Alex's quiet voice.

"Reid, you need to wake up" Morgans voice cracked.

A low moan filled the room, followed by a few soft whimpers.

"REID" several voices called in unison.

They watched Reid squirm. He moved slightly. He was facing towards them now. But before he could open his eyes, pain rocketed through him and he curled up and fell unconscious once more.

"No, Reid you need to open your eyes and stay awake. That an order!" Hotch knew it was hopeless.

"It's too late for that Hotch" cried Emily.

"At least we can see him better" said Rossi.

"Id say that he has some debris from the explosion lodged in his side, from all that blood. That's the most serious injury that I can see, the head injury isn't so bad. But I can't see broken bones, so he could be more hurt that that. I'm just worried he has a concussion, he shouldn't be sleeping if he does." Rossi looked to the others nervously, they returned it with an equaly uneasy gaze.

Reid started to struggle again. His breathing hitched with pain.

"Reid?" Morgan spoke softly seeing the torment etched in his associates face.

"Mor..'n" mumbled a fragile voice.

"Shhh don't talk, just open your eyes"

The team watched as his eyes moved feverishly beneath his eyelids. They began to flutter open, but the light caused him to squint in discomfort, covering his eyes with a bloody palm.

"Wha...happ...end?"

Reid

The cold concrete bit into his soft, pale cheek. His body felt stiff and a dull throb ran through him.

He could hear gentle voices, at first far away, then closer and he focused on them, listening.

He recognised the familiar voice of Rossi, and he calmed from this. Then there was Morgan's. He felt safer, his team mates were with him. But why? A sudden pertubation gripped him when he remembered the explosion. Was his team caught in it too?

His breaths became ragged and caused a sharp twinge of pain in his chest. He groaned in pain, trying to hold on to consciousness.

"Reid?" Morgan's voice came through the buzzing in his ears.

"Mor...'an" Reids throat constricted as he spoke and he pulled in large gulps of air.

Morgan was talking again, something about opening his eyes, but Reid was too busy fighting the nausea and pain.

He tried to open his eyes, he was so tired, his eyelids shielded him from the hell they were facing. He didn't want to see, he wanted to stay asleep.

"Wha...happ...end?"

He heard more voices asking him to wake up. Was that Alex? He opened his eyes, but a bright orange light caught him off guard, forcing his eyelids back down.

He shielded his eyes with his heavy arm and opened his eyes once more.

It took a minute to regain satisfactory vision.

He surveyed his surroundings. He was lay on a concrete floor, speckled with blood. He kept his eyes on the floor, trying to keep them focused.

"Spence, are you okay?" JJ? what was she doing here?

"Mmmm... J..J..um" his words slurred over each other, he tried to pull himself up, but slumped back down, breathing heavy from over exertion.

"Just stay still, Reid" that was Hotch.

Reid looked up to where the voices were coming from, squinting hard, his hand shielding the worst of the light.

His gaze was met by the fear stricken faces of his team. Garcia and Emily were sat on the floor, their arms linked watching him with worry. JJ was stood holding the bars that seperated them, her knuckles white.

Hotch was frowning down at him his arms crossed, his serious mask slipped slightly when he saw the affluction in his youngest team members eyes.

Alex and Rossi were also stood by the bars, Alex anxiously chewing her nails and the skin around them.

Morgan was stood restlessly, his leg bouncing up and down on the concrete, his stare hard on Reid.

Reid felt suddenly vulnerable, lay on the floor in front of his team. He pulled himself up again, yelping in pain, hating how weak he sounded.

Garcia turned her head at his yelp, not wanting to see her junior-g-man in pain.

Reid managed to claw himself into a sitting position, but he couldn't hold himself up, so with a great effort he pushed himself up against the side wall of the staircase. He leant his head back against the stone brick feeling it scratching the back of his scalp.

"Reid, c...can you hear us?" Emily's voice hit his ears. He nodded slowly. His head sore, the light above him had started a dull ache in his head. He kept his eyes closed trying to regain his breath.

He looked down away from the light, and opened his eyes, looking at his hands, dry and fresh blood licked around his palms.

Team

They watched as Reid moved himself up against the staircase. His eyes squeezed shut and his teeth gritted. When he slumped back against the wall all the energy seemed to leave him. He cursed under his breath, when he brought his hands up.

"W'er are we..?" He breathed. His eyes squeezed shut.

"We're in a basement. But you don't need to worry about anything, okay. Stay awake though, you're probably concussed and.."

Hotch was interrupted by a tiny voice, "concussion victims should stay awake for at least 24 hours after the incident, 35% of those that fall asleep never wake up."

"Hey, there's the Reid we know. But, maybe you should give us some more positive statistics."

"Well, uh...in t..the US between 2004-2015 t'ere were 10 cases i...involving dogs s..shooting there owners, and there w..as only 1 other case i...involving a cat. It's ironic 'cus popular b..belief is that your cat is p..plotting to k..kill you." Reid chuckeled at this, but was racked with coughs, wheezing breathlessly.

Rossi shook his head smirking "Why the hell would you know that?"

Reid shrugged and his and Rossi's laughter bubbled up through the basement. Morgan, Garcia and JJ joined in quietly giggling, relief spreading over them. Even Hotch and Emily cracked a smile. Alex watched the floor. She'd returned to her dark corner once again.

"H..he's using blitz attack, m...maybe he likes the e..element of surprise." Reid panted, recovering from his sudden bout of laughter.

"He's a sadist, he took pleasure in hurting you. Sick bastard..." Morgan gritted his teeth in fury.

"Don't worry Morgan, i...I'm okay."

"Look at yourself kid, you're not okay."

"I..I'll be alright, for now."

Hotch's gruff voice cut in. "We need to understand why this is happening. And we should make an escape plan."

"Y..you really think we can get out of here?!" Blake's quipped. She shocked the whole team, having been silently watching the floor since they'd started talking.

Garcias small voice piped up "We've gotta b..believe that Alex. We're not gonna die.." her speech died away.

"Baby girl, we ain't dying here! Got it?"

(So the statistic on concussion isn't correct, however the one about dogs killing their owners is! Don't ask how I know )