Hey sorry for the long wait. I have been very busy with school and I have been trying as hard as I can to finish the next chapter. I hope you like it.
Note: This is just a shout out to CFD who requested a baby fic for Reid and Hotch, did you mean Reid as a baby and Hotch as his father? Also if you could tell me the name of this fic or of what you wanted to happen it would be most appreciated! x
Disclaimer: It's kinda good I don't own Criminal Minds cause I seem to be horrible to poor Reid
Time was frozen. There was silence in the room which only broken by the occasional tick of the clock on the wall.
Reid didn't know how long he stood there, staring at the reflection in the tap but every time he tried to move he found he was paralysed. His breaths came in quick, sharp intervals; he couldn't seem to get enough oxygen in into his lungs and his head was spinning.
He tried to force the lump stuck in his throat down and his eyes now had switched to searching frantically for an exit or a weapon. His eyes suddenly zeroed in on a frying pan. Slowly he started inching his hand along the counter towards it.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you" a gruff voice broke through the silence.
Reid's breath hitched.
"Who are you" he asked, feeling a slight feeling of pride through all the fear infecting his heart when he heard himself speak with only a tiny quiver in his voice.
"There is plenty of time in the world for introductions…Spencer." Reid made a strangled noise that got stuck in his throat.
"How did you know my name?" The man chuckled; it was dark and excited.
"Well you should ask dear Agent Morgan that question…." Reid snapped and flung out his hand and swung round. The pan hit the man on the side of his head; he let out a combined cry of pain and anger. He watched with one eye closed due to blood dripping down the other as the lanky agent shoved his way past him and headed towards the couch.
Reid dove over to the couch but was stopped just short of a hand grabbing locks of his hair and yanking him backwards. Reid was shoved into the wall and punched twice in the face and once in the stomach in quick succession. He heaved for breath but his reflexes quickly kicked in.
His mind raced through all the defensive fighting positions Morgan had taught him…
Avoiding a punch which broke the plaster of the wall right next to his head, Reid could not help but think that Morgan's wish might come true.
Almost in slow motion, Reid reacted. He grabbed the man's shoulders with both hands to support him and lifted his knee to his stomach. As the man chocked on air he boxed the man's ears and then delivered a round house kick to his face.
He heard a crack upon contact as the man's nose let loose a flow of blood from the now broken organ. Thinking the man was incapacitated; he rushed past him and went for his gun and his phone.
He grabbed it as an unexpected hand grabbed his leg and he tumbled to the ground with a yelp, hitting his chin and accidently biting his tongue. Roughly turned over, Reid fought with what little strength he had as the man now straddling him was wrestling to get the gun out of his hand. Curses flew past the man's lips as Reid refused to give up and he slammed his fist across the kids head, knocking it sideways. Reid gasped but stayed strong.
Suddenly, the unexpected twisting of his hand forced him to let go and his eyes widened in fear at the look in his attackers eyes. The man was bleeding heavily from a broken nose and the wound on his head where he had hit him with a frying pan, his eyes were sparking with anger and… a little excitement.
Reid realised he was at the mercy of a homicidal maniac and he was without a weapon to defend himself. Kicking out he began struggling again, scratching the man over his cheek.
The man roared and his hands closed over Reid's windpipe. Reid coughed and spluttered as his airways were blocked. He tried to scream but a broken noise barely louder than a squeak from a mouse escaped his lips.
He became desperate; he kicked, he scratched, he even tried strangling the other mans beefy neck and pulling his hair. Nothing was working and slowly the dark was creeping in from the corners of his eyes, smothering him.
As his world grew dark and the last thing he saw were the man's unusually bright eyes he could only think that Morgan had got his wish in the end.
The boy went limp underneath him and he removed his hands from the boy's throat. Breathing heavily he slowly lowered his head to the boy's chest. He froze for a moment when he felt nothing, but then he heard the faint beating of the agent's heart and he was starting to hear the quiet rasping of the kid breathing. He sighed in relief.
He couldn't imagine what he would have done if he had lost his new model and would have to hunt again. Slowly he got off the young man and slowly turned him onto his back. Pulling a length of cord from his jean pocket he tightened it round Reid's hands, locking them tightly together behind his back.
Sitting the bound agent against the wall he began considering how to escape without being noticed. His crept to the front door and opened it a tad, just enough to peer through. 'Nope, no good' he mused as he noticed the camera at the end of the corridor.
Slowly he shut the door and went back to the living room. Suddenly he spotted a window; drawing it up, he looked out to see that it led to the fire escape. Glancing around and seeing no cameras, he withdrew his head and went over to the skinny agent.
Hauling him over his shoulder he went to climb out the window. Something shiny caught his eye and he turned to see the agents gun and credentials lying on the floor. Licking his lips, he grinned and walked over and picked them both up, shoving the badge into his pocket while putting the gun in the waistband of his Jeans.
He quickly climbed out the window and hurried down the fire escape. He placed Reid behind a dumpster and walked quickly to his van with his hands in his pockets, trying to avoid any detection. He hurriedly got in his van and drove it next to the alley way.
He picked Reid up and dumped him in the back. Pausing when Reid let out a low moan, he reached over to grab a role of duct tape, ripping off a generous length which he secured over the agent's mouth.
'Don't' want you waking my up and causing me unnecessary problems'. He got into his van and eased into traffic, weaving in and out between other people who had no idea that the man they just flipped off had an unconscious and bound FBI agent in the back of his van.
(The next morning)
Morgan was leaning on the edge of his desk, anxiously watching the entrance of the bullpen. He had been awake all night, haunted by the sad eyes of his best friend and proclaimed 'little brother'. However, he wasn't sure if he was prepared to apologize to his friend.
Of course he regretted everything he said and he would feel the guilt for the rest of his life and, hopefully, their continued friendship but Morgan was a prideful man. There weren't many things he would apologize for and he rarely liked to admit he was wrong. Although he knew it was necessary and he knew he was actually in the wrong this time, he wasn't sure how to express it.
Suddenly, the smell of bad coffee filled his senses as a mug was dangled in front of his eyes. Glancing to the left to see his baby girl, he slowly reached out and took the mug, muttering a 'thanks baby girl'. He could feel Garcia watching him as he sipped the hot beverage and even though she wasn't a profiler he knew she always could read his like a book.
An uncomfortable silence reigned over the two, making other agents stop and stare at them. The agents were unused to seeing the two so quiet in each others presence; when they were together they filled the bullpen with the sound of banter and sexual innuendos.
"Why did you do it?" Garcia finally asked. Morgan sighed and looked at his reflection in his coffee.
"I don't know. I guess all that anger from that case clouded my judgement so badly that I couldn't see Reid sitting there instead of the unsub".
"… He was crying". Morgan gave a noticeable wince and sighed again.
"I know Baby Girl. And I regret what I said so much. I just hope pretty boy forgives me when I apologise."
"He will, you're his best friend. Reid never holds a grudge and he definitely wont against you" Garcia exclaimed confidently. Morgan allowed himself a small smile and resumed his surveillance of the entrance. Absently, he noticed Reid should have been here by now.
"Excuse me, Agent Morgan?"
Morgan looked up to see a skinny teenager with acne covering his face like a dot to dot puzzle.
"Yes I'm agent Morgan."
"You have a parcel. If you would just like to sign here!"
Signing the clipboard held out to him, he took the parcel handed to him and watched as the delivery boy walked away.
"What is it. Are you expecting any deliveries?" inquired Garcia.
"No I'm not, I have no idea what it is." Opening the package with curious eyes watching over his shoulder, what he saw next would haunt Morgan till the day he died. Garcia gasped and started screaming loudly upon seeing what was in the package, running as fast as she could to bang her fist on their chief's door. Everything seemed to move in slow motion as the team sprinted towards him but he was oblivious to everything. All he could focus on was the message and the object in his hands.
Dear Agent Morgan,
You wished that you have never met your partner Dr Spencer Reid. Well I have given you the next best thing. You will never have to see him again.
You should always be careful what you wish for.
Yours Sincerely,
Your greatest fan
In his right hand, Morgan held the bloody credentials of one Dr Spencer Reid.
I hope you liked this chapter. I'm sorry if I offended anyone with the acne description but I should tell you I also had acne and dot to dot face was what my sister used to call me.
...Now she only calls me fat, ugly and all that jazz.
Anyway, enough with the sob fest... Please review.
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