A/N Who's ready for the next chapter? Thank god I have so much free time on my hands right now. I'm usually super busy. Right now, I'm just addicted to writing this. So, here we go!

Chapter Four- Idiot

"Dr. Reid? Dr. Reid, are you awake?" said a voice.

"Yes?" I asked unsure of who the voice belonged to.

"Can you remember what happened?" He asked.

"I was attacked…" Reid said.

"And who attacked you?"

"I don't know."

The voice turned angry "You don't know who I am?"

Oh great, so the voice wasn't a nice EMT, like he had been hoping, but a really pissed off unsub.

"I'm sorry, I can't remember." He had bigger problems, it seemed like. He could feel no blindfold… so why couldn't he see?

There was no Reid in the room. But there was blood. All over the bed and the carpet. It was sickening to think that it might be Reid's blood.

Morgan looked around. Drag marks on the floor, towards the back door. Skid marks next to the door.

He just hoped Reid wasn't dead.

"Where is my sister?" he asked.

"I won't let you see her. You took him away before I had the chance to say goodbye, and I'm going to do the same to you." The voice said. "Now, take a good look. Who. Am. I."

"I can't see." He said.

POW. Reid was punched in the stomach. His breath drained out of him like water out of leaking cup.

"Can't see, huh? You little weakling." "YOU." Punch. "CAN'T." Punch. "SEE." Punch.

Reid gasped to find his voice. "No…"

The voice sighed.

"You remember Jackson, Dr. Reid. The man you killed?"

"He was killing me…"

"SHUT UP! You did it, and you have to pay for it! You killed my brother.

Oh no.

They had all been dreading this. Garcia had Reid's medical records unsealed.

The file was passed around.

"Whoa." Said Emily.

Age Nine- Broken Arm.

Age Ten- Fractured Ribs.

Age Eleven- Concussion, broken fingers.

And so on.

"I knew he was bullied but I never…" said JJ.

The numbers of breaks, fractures, bruises, cuts…

Then they got to nineteen. The night Reid was killed Jackson he came in with severe cuts all over his body, several broke bones, and a deep stab wound.

Then they saw the pictures. The cuts weren't just cuts, but writing. IDIOT. Scrawled across his shoulders, his back, his legs. Some of it was shallow enough to go away but others would obviously never go away.

"Oh." Said JJ.