Alright, I've edited more of this (and there is now only a small bit left until this is completely finished). I hope you people have liked the re-vamp since I think it's made it better to read and such.

KaseyKC

11:38am, Unknown Location

'Oh my god... don't beg... don't beg... don't-'

"Sarah... please..." he croaked as she drew the sharp and already bloodied blade along his collar bones; slicing the thin layer of epidermis over them, releasing his life blood in gushing spouts of dark, crimson-red.

"What Spence?" Sarah breathed into his ear as she rested on his lap, one of her hands running through his hair almost playfully until she gripped the strands and wrenched his head back with a great deal of force, causing him to gasp and stifle a moan of pain as the sliced skin on his collar bones stretched and more blood drove from them in a constant torrent of sticky warmth.

Sarah laughed airily and Reid resisted the urge to try and move his head as she leaned in close and licked his cheek; lapping up the drying blood from the cut just above his hair-line like a cat laps up cream.

"Sarah... you don't need... to do this..." Reid whispered as he wriggled his hands slightly to see if the ropes tying him were any looser than what they had been five minutes ago; nope, still as tight as they had been an hour ago, "think about it... I'm a federal agent... you'll get the death penalty if you're caught..."

Sarah looked directly into Reid's eyes, silent for a moment, and Reid honestly believed that he'd got through to her until she laughed maliciously and placed the tip of the blade on his lips, pressing down until Reid had to open his mouth as the blade sliced into the tissue of his lower lip. She slid the blade into his mouth and Reid didn't dare try and move for fear of looking like the Joker when this was all done, she smiled at him; a slow and deliberate smile that spoke of untold agony and pain and suffering yet to assail him, as she pressed the blade down on his tongue and drew it back out slowly, leaving a shallow cut along his tongue which made Reid's eyes water and his muscles tense up as he valiantly tried to not move his head in any way.

"The operative word in what you've just said Spence is 'if'. If I'm caught..." Sarah waved the blade in front of Reid's face and if Sarah hadn't still had a hand in his hair gripping it and stopping him from moving his head, he would have jerked away as the blade came dangerously close to his nose and then his eye, "do you really think I'd be caught?"

Whilst Sarah laughed Reid realised that it was pointless trying to reason with her, she was too far gone in her insanity, and so he decided that if you can't persuade him to join you and you're not ever going to join them then the next best thing is to annoy the hell out of them.

"Don't flatter yourself Sarah," Reid whispered, loud enough for her to hear and she stopped laughing as he continued to speak, "there have been better serial's than you and they've all be caught; you're not so special."

Sarah's face darkened and Reid thought to himself, 'oh I'm definitely dead now...' as she slashed across his chest with the blade, slicing deeper than she had done before, and causing him to scream in absolute agony. She slashed his chest again, and again, and again, and Reid screamed each time; getting weaker and weaker as the blood flowed and the heart stuttered. She screeched and shouted and cursed and slashed, and he cried and he wept and he screamed and he bled until a strong but quiet voice echoed around the room not unlike the Phantom of the Opera's voice had in the Opera Theatre House in Paris in that film by Webber.

"Enough Sarah... he needs to still be able to breathe by tonight," the voice of Michael Clarkson echoed around the room and Sarah slowly deceased in her almost relentless assault on the bound and helpless Spencer Reid.

Reid was too disorientated from the blood loss and in too much pain to realise that Sarah had left her perch on his lap and was cleaning the blade off with a cloth on the table on the other side of them; what he did realise though was the fact that he wasn't going to last much longer and he belatedly realised that he had brought this on himself. Every action has an equal reaction... and the reaction to saving Sarah's life was this, the ending of his own.

"Gideon..." he whispered, his voice so weak and so quiet that Sarah didn't hear him as he hung his head, no longer held up by Sarah's hand in his hair, "Gideon... help me... please..."

11:56am, Conference Room, Atlanta Police Precinct

Gideon's eyes snapped open and he sprung forward in his chair, gripping the arms like they were a lifeline. He looked around himself and blinked as the last dredges of his exhausted slumber disappeared, taking the shadowy figures and the haunting faces with it. Leaning backwards slowly Gideon ran a hand along his brow and frowned when it came away slick with cold sweat; so it had been just a nightmare.

He had only closed his eyes for a few minutes to try and rest his eyes and to still the pounding in his head but it seemed that he'd dozed off and no-one had woken him; how much time had he wasted sleeping whilst Reid was God-knows-where?

There was no Morgan in the room so Gideon guessed that he was either talking to one of the detectives or on the loo, either way Gideon just wanted to know what had been happening during his impromptu sleep. Fishing out his cellphone which was on silent he hit the speed dial for Hotch and waited for him to pick-up.

Hotch answered his cellphone almost immediately and said, in his usual professional tone of voice, "SSA Aaron Hotchner speaking."

Gideon ignored the urge to smile at Hotch's tone of voice, 'you can definitely tell he was a lawyer once, can't you?' and decided to get directly to the point, "Aaron. What have you got?"

Hotch replied in his usual tone of voice but it was a bit softer and more understanding, "Reid was right about a storage facility near Warehouse 24600. The owner says that there are twenty-five people who rent spaces privately and we're sifting through them to try and narrow down the list of suspects."

"Do any of them own a midnight black SUV?" Gideon asked, "they would've been there around one o'clock this morning and probably haven't left yet."

Aaron dutifully asked the owner and replied to Gideon with, "Yes. Three of his renters own black SUVs but only one of them came in the middle of the night and hasn't left yet."

"Okay, Morgan and I will be there along with a full S.W.A.T team," Gideon said firmly, he wasn't going to wait here whilst Reid was still in danger; no, he couldn't, he wouldn't, do that.

Morgan had entered the conference room as Gideon was hanging up, so he had heard what Gideon had said, and he said, "I'll get Disart to assemble a team now."

Gideon nodded and added, "it's the storage facility next to Warehouse 24600," he watched as Morgan left the room and again and thought to himself 'hold on Reid... we're coming... hold on...'

12:22pm, Billy's Storage Facility by Warehouse 24600, Atlanta City

It had taken Morgan and Gideon a record-breaking ten minutes to get to the storage facility and the S.W.A.T team truck hadn't been far behind them as they'd careened down the roads of Atlanta City.

Hotch was stood in front of the front of the SUV which had a map of the storage facility on it, already wearing a Kevlar-vest, with JJ and Prentiss on either side of him as he explained where they would all be relative to the storage room that they were going to hit in the next few minutes.

"JJ I want you on the east side, Prentiss; on the west. Morgan and Gideon will come in from the front and I'll come in from the back. We'll all have a S.W.A.T officer with us so remember; Reid's in there and we don't want him getting hit understand?"

JJ, Prentiss and Morgan all nodded knowing the score but Gideon was too busy looking at the storage room. Hotch moved over to stand beside him and Gideon muttered, "how are we going to know where he is? We could shoot him, we could kill him..."

Hotch understood Gideon's worry and decided to dispel it as best he could by saying, "we have a thermal imaging scanner," and as if on a cue, one of the S.W.A.T officers walked up holding said thermal imaging scanner and aimed it at the storage room, "it'll tell us exactly where everyone is the moment we enter and we'll also know who is who."

The S.W.A.T officer said into his microphone attached to his helmet, "We've got three bodies; two are standing and walking about, the third looks to be sitting down-"

"Or tied up," Gideon butted in quietly but the S.W.A.T officer ignored him.

"Two standing are male and female; look to be talking, caution is advised," the S.W.A.T officer continued to monitor the heat signatures as everyone got into position and the B.A.U team readied itself to go and rescue its fellow teammate.

"Female suspect is moving to seated figure, all units move in, move in!" the S.W.A.T officer called into his microphone and everyone responded in accordance, moving to take the storage room and hopefully stop another death.

TBC...

That's quite the cliff-hanger... or at least it would be if this story wasn't already on my account, I mean yeah this is more detailed but you still know the ending... oh! Maybe I should change it?

Oh tempting... ;)

KaseyKC