A/N: Well even though I got no love and reviews for the last chapter I'll still give you this one and beg again for your comments! Hope you like it!

Chapter 4

Reid sat quietly on the cold marble floor separated from the others in the bank while the unsub stashed money into a duffel bag. He was relieved that this bank had only a few customers and few employees this time. He watched desperate for an opportunity to overpower the man. He didn't know if he could watch all these people get slaughtered like the last bank. He hadn't seen that coming and there'd been no time to stop it. The unsub had had him cuffed to a desk. This time he was more confident and paying less attention to him. He glanced back to the other hostages huddled in the farthest corner. All mother's with babies. He had to do something and soon. He waved the women to sit still and do nothing as they looked to him terrified. He looked back at the man preparing to pounce.

Outside Derek sat fidgeting in the driver's seat of their newest sedan straining to see inside the bank. It had been ten minutes already and he didn't hear a thing since the first shot which he prayed was just a warning. He didn't know what to expect this time. He knew something had gone terribly wrong at the last bank robbery. The horrified, lost, look he'd seen in Reid after the last one he suspected the man had killed someone, but then he knew how he was more easily effected by the evil things they saw then the others, more sensitive, there could be hope that someone had just been hurt. A sudden hail of gunfire plunged him into a fierce fight against the handcuffs futilely.

"No. Reid! Reid!" he didn't notice his skin break against the cuffs still unable to see what was happening. His mind imagined the worst until the pair exploded through the bank doors. Reid crumbled instantly to the dirt the man kicking him repeatedly screaming too enraged to be understood. "Hey! Hey leave him alone! Stop!" Morgan tried to beat the glass with his elbow, break the handcuffs and honk the horn, anything to draw his attention from Spencer. It felt like hours passed before it finally stopped leaving the man breathing hard teeth clenched struggling to rein in his rage with Spencer curled up and shaking from the beating. The man recovered from the outburst first dragging Reid up by his hair and throwing him into the car again, hands cuffed behind the seat as usual.

"Let's go, now!" He pulled out and headed back the direction they had been traveling but his attention was on Reid. He still quivered breathing hard, face pinched with pain constantly shifting in his seat trying to get in a less painful position.

"Reid?" he whispered. "Reid you okay man?" He nodded disjointedly.

"I'm fine" Morgan looked back at the unsub but he wasn't paying attention to them for now.

"What happened?"

"I couldn't let him do it again, I tried to stop him"

"From doing what?" Spencer didn't answer starting to drift away his head having taken several kicks, "Reid, stay with me, what did he do?" Reid licked his lips fighting against the dizziness.

"He killed them all, they didn't fight and he still killed them. I didn't…didn't see"

"It wasn't your fault, hey, listen to me, you can't control him, it's not on you"

"Shut up! Stop plotting against me!" He cracked the gun against Derek's shoulder repeatedly until a large crack split through the car muffled by his cry of pain and the swerve of the car.

"Morgan! Back off you want us to crash cause you're beating the driver?"

"I said shut up!" turned the attack to Spencer bashing the gun against him hard enough his head bounced off the side window. The wild honks of nearby cars couldn't distract the brawl until the car suddenly began to roll end over end, off the road.

Muted tones were all he could hear. He felt like he was underwater. He was aware of pain but there was a disconnect somewhere that he didn't feel it yet. He had the sense that he had to do something, find something, and quickly. There was a strong lack of time. Blood streaked blonde hung in his vision confusing him for a moment before he realized it was his own hair. Beyond his hair was spider webs which left him further disoriented. His mind flipped away from the webs searching for that missing piece he was supposed to find. Something dark and blurry was off to his left smudged by the blood dripping into his eyes. He tried to wipe it away but his arms were still too heavy but blinking fast seemed to clear it.

"M-" he coughed "Morgan" he coughed again as something hot and sticky sliding up the inside of his throat. "Morgan you have to wake up" he tried to draw a deep breath but it hitched around the ribs pain bouncing off them. His brain caught another piece of reality that he was in a car and the car was on its side. He didn't know when his body caught up to his brain but when he reached for Morgan he succeeded. Relief filled him as he could feel him breathing a bit rough but breathing. He shook him but he wasn't answering. Spencer couldn't see blood but he wasn't responding. He cried out suddenly feeling arms wrap around his chest and try to pull him out only to get stopped short by the handcuffs.

"What the hell?" he didn't recognize the voice. It wasn't the unsub, it wasn't Morgan. Where did this new person come from then? He felt the person, a man, let go of him and a shadow move across the spider webs then Morgan disappeared from his sight.

"Morgan? Morgan!"

"Take it easy buddy he's by the car"

"the hell do they have cuffs on?" their rescuer whispered uneasily. He went back around for the backseat occupant. Spencer was shocked back into awareness by a loud blast and a soft thud. The handcuffs were released and he felt himself dragged out of the car. He could only stare at the dead body of the strange man by the car.

"What-what did you do?" he didn't fight back struggling to keep up mentally until he was thrown into a new car, this time the driver's seat, and one hand was cuffed to the wheel. He regretted looking around when he saw the original owners of the new car dead beside it and the road devoid of other cars. It had been an empty road for several hours now. He whipped around as Morgan was thrown into the passenger seat hands and feet cuffed deeply unconscious. He reached across to shake him again but the unsub bashed his wrist with the gun.

"Drive! We have to get out of here fast"

"What will you do now? How long do you think you can keep this up?"

"Shut up!"

"You killed the cop, then the six in the bank, now these three, you won't be allowed to escape, it would be better to stop now, surrender and they will take it into account that you surrendered and returned us alive"

"I've had enough of you" he hissed pressing the gun to his skull pulling the trigger but only a dull click sounded. It was enough to nearly scare Reid right into a roadside ditch. "Damn, you got lucky this time kid." Spencer felt sick the click of the empty chamber still echoing in his head. He had to find a way to slow this guy down, get him in a hotel for a few days, if for no other reason than to stop him killing. He couldn't imagine the rate he was devolving. He didn't know the first stressor but he snapped to serial killer so fast. It terrified him how fast he'd gone from that first hour to robbery to murder. He watched the clock and the road almost equally every minute seeming an unbearable eternity. Hours passed in a tense, exhausted silence. It was nearly sundown before the pattern was broken.

"Move to the west highway again then find a remote hotel. I want to stop for a while" Spencer sighed and nodded silently. He felt shaky and weak. He hadn't been sure how much longer he could keep going. It didn't take them long to find a remote lightly occupied motel and he didn't question how their disheveled group got in and settled unnoticed. Again the man didn't give them any food or water and there'd been no opportunity to filch some so his gut churned with hunger. He gave no resistance as the unsub went about his evening until he'd calmed himself enough to sleep. It was around two in the morning before he felt it was safe to even move.

"Morgan…Morgan" he whispered harshly trying to kick him gently. It was the only way he could reach him, cuffed up like he was. To his surprise Morgan lurched with a short gasp and froze as the pain hit him. Reid kept his eyes on him as he seemed to struggle to get his bearings. Even when he looked to Reid he seemed fuzzy. Another minute and he sat up straighter, wincing, and swallowed thickly.

"I'm…okay."

"You sure? You've ben unconscious for hours" he glanced back at the bed but the man didn't seem disturbed.

"Just thirsty" He shifted again unable to get to a comfortable position.

"Are you sure? The crash was over twelve hours ago and you've been unconscious until now" the man snorted and rolled over making them each flinch.

"I'm fine, really, a little food and water is all I need. What's he done" he fought to swallow again, "since"

"Killed the man that tried to pull us out of the crash and then two more for a new car"

"Damn, we have to do something to stop him"

"But what? He's keeping us tied up diligently and each time he's killed he's gotten more confident, I think he's started to like it" They jumped.

"You're right…I do"