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So I'm going to keep this Author's note short and sweet because recently I've been getting a bit out of control.
There shall be a few more chapters of this story, so let's get it started!
Robert stroked the trigger with his second finger, easing pressure onto it. He wasn't experienced with guns, he'd never done the killing, he'd let Andrew do his dirty work. He would take the victims to his warehouse where he'd have his fun; the same fun he'd had with Martin and occasionally Andrew (but he'd never take his eldest to his secret place; that was something he shared with his youngest.)
Despite lack of experience, Robert held the gun steady between his stubby fingers. Morgan closed his eyes, relaxing his body and waiting for a bullet to bury itself inside him. He let memories envelope him and calm him.
"-new member.." Morgan caught Gideon's words and swivelled in his chair to stare at His superior.
"Already?" Morgan questioned, his eyebrows furrowing. Gideon smiled at him.
"I guess Brenna can stop calling you newbie now", chuckled the older agent. Morgan rolled his eyes and dropped his file to give Gideon his fullest attention.
"You think that senior will give me a break? Please, he's had it out for me since I first came", Morgan crossed his arms.
"You don't have to worry about him much longer, he's retiring. I think you'll like this new Kid-"
"Kid?" Derek's scowl deepened.
"He's 22. And he's...well, he's quite something, the bureau had to make a few exceptions to let him in", Morgan rolled his eyes again, something told him that he wasn't going to like this 'kid'.
Morgan took a deep breath.
"Hey, Pretty Boy, you're with me", Morgan said placing a hand on the young man's shoulder. Reid smiled shyly.
"Um...why do you call me that?" Murmurered Spencer sheepishly.
"Come on kid, I thought you were a genius", Reid blushed and Morgan threw an arm over his shoulder. "I call you that because it's exactly what you are. Pretty and young", he teased, ruffling Reid's hair. Spencer grinned, biting the inside of his mouth excitedly. He quickly wiped the smile from his face and followed his best friend.
Morgan shivered at the thought of what Robert was going to do to his pretty boy after he pulled the trigger on Morgan, in fact he was more concerned about what Reid would have to endure rather than his own imminent death.
Robert shivered also, but his quivering was out of sick pleasure that could turn anyone's head away in repulse. His head was filling with twisted fantasies he was going to bring to life with Spencer.
"Aren't you going to beg, Agent?" Robert asked politely, his finger remaining poised on the trigger. Morgan kept his eyes shut, refusing to fulfill Robert's desires. Robert snarled angrily and took a step closer, making sure he hit his target.
"Fine." He spat, cocking the gun and aiming at Morgan's head. Derek held his breath, praying his team found Spencer before Robert could kill him too.
Any second now, Morgan thought to himself sadly, erasing all his hopes for the future from his mind.
"FBI! Drop your damn weopen!"
Morgan cracked his eyes open and saw Rossi stalking into then room, his gun at the ready. Hotch followed close behind and Emily and JJ tagged behind him.
Robert whipped his head around and gaped at the Feds swarming his special place.
"G-get out! O-or I'll kill him!" Threatened Robert, the fingers that held his gun began to shake.
"Not happening. Drop the gun", growled Emily, taking a step closer, ready to create a cavity in Robert's temple. Robert faltered with his gun, weighing his options.
"My son...it..it was his idea", Robert implored, offering the agents his most sincere look. No-one bought it and he still hadn't lowered the gun.
"It's 5 against 1. Lower your weapon or so help me God I'll-" Roberts eyes went wide as the Italian's nostrils flared and his eyebrows crowned his eyes menacingly.
"My son's idea...", Robert muttered, his hands slowly falling.
"DROP IT!" Screeched JJ, firing off an impatient shot of her own. Robert screamed in pain, clutching his shoulder, his gun slipping to the ground beside him. Hotch darted over before Rossi could, cuffing the unsub and yanking him up.
"Argh!" He moaned, and Hotch let him collapse back to the ground.
"Get Morgan's chains unlocked and help him to the ambulance", Hotch ordered Emily, who went to work. JJ stood with her gun stilll firmly in her grip.
"JJ, It's over. It's okay", Hotch soothed, his knee dug into Robert's back.
Rossi picked up the penknife, still caked in Morgan and Reid's blood and marveled at it.
"W-Where's Reid?" Morgan whimpered desperately as Emily gently unlocked him. She frowned and glanced around.
"Hotch, where's Reid?" She murmured, panic and sweat settling on her brow. Hotch's breath caught in his throat as he too noticed the absence of their genius. He looked down at Robert and pulled the man's face up from the ground.
"Where the hell is he?" He demanded, and Robert gave him a grin. Hotch's face twisted in anger and he smashed his fist into the toothy smile, making sure he felt teeth loosen under his knuckles. Robert cried out again. The next (albeit forced) smile he gave was bloody, his gums bleeding over his teeth and seeping out of his lips.
"I can't tell you that, Agent", coughed Robert, a blood ridden, toothy grimace still emancipating his lips. Rossi glanced down at Robert and then back at the knife.
"Out the way, Hotch. I'm gonna make sure this guy can't have anymore kids to abuse", he taunted, approaching Robert with the knife. Hotch put his hand out to stop the Italian, but stopped himself in doing so.
"I'm going to look for Reid, watch him", Hotch said, leaving Robert under Dave's control. It was Rossi's turn to grin.
Hotch grabbed JJ and pulled her out the door Morgan had Emily had just gone through. They would turn the house upside down until they found Reid. As they skirted through the threshold a yell echoed through the warehouse.
"DON'T GO ANYWHERE NEAR MY BALLS WITH THAT KNIFE!"
Mirgan stumbled down the steps to the workshop, guzzling in the night air, he snapped his eyes open at the sound of a shout behind him and tried to go back inside. Emily tightened her grip on his arm and directed him toward the ambulance.
"No, Prentiss, I need to help. He said Reid was still alive, I have to help", he pleaded, his body on the verge of exhaustion.
"Morgan, look at the state of you. You'll be no good to him like this", Emily tried to persuade, but still the bigger agent pulled away from her and even in his condition he was still strong and able to overpower her. He slipped from her grasp and staggered back to the door.
"Derek, Wait!"
"Reid!" Hotch called stepping through the corridor and into the office connected to the warehouse.
"JJ, check the storeroom", she nodded and headed into the other room her gun ready.
Hotch lifted his gun and checked the room. It was empty.
"Clear", he called, lowering his gun. He holstered his weapon and glanced around the room. The desk in the middle of the box room was scattered with files and receipts. The computer looked like it was from the 80's and the chair was missing it's back. The plaster on the walls was peeling away, as if allergic to the cold concrete beneath.
"Reid!" He shouted, spinning around the room. JJ rushed in, gazing around.
"Was he not in there?" Hotch asked, trying to keep the panic from his voice. JJ shook her head.
"Spence!" She called.
Hotch pulled the wooden cabinets from the wall, but found no secret entrance.
In a last fit of hope he turned on the metal cabinet in the corner. He tried to pull it from the wall, but it was too heavy to lift.
"Where the hell is-" Hotch paused as Morgan tumbled into the room with a disheveled Emily behind.
"You should be on your way to the hospital", JJ jibbed, Morgan ignored her, his eyes searching for any signs of Spencer. There was blood across the floor, but no clue as to where it came from or where it ended.
"Pretty Boy!" Morgan cried, his knees wobbling dangerously. A soft moan caused them all to freeze.
Spencer felt his fingers coming back to life. He heard noises surrounding him, but when he opened his eyes, darkness was the only greeting he received. He groaned as the pain flowed back into him.
"Reid?!" Spencer whipped his head up and smacked it painfully on the metal. He squeaked out, opening his eyes. Again all he saw was darkness. He felt his breath catch in his throat.
"Help..." he whimpered, stroking his fingers against the metal. Still the dark intruded and he began panting. Calm down, you don't need another panic attack, he hissed , trying to control his breathing, but it didn't seem to work.
"Please..." he heaved, "H-Help!" He smacked his hand as hard as he could against the oppressing walls.
"You hear that?" Hotch hissed, turning his head back to the metal cabinet where he'd heard a thud.
"Is there a trap door under that?" Emily asked. Hotch narrowed his eyes at the cabinet, Reid could easily squeeze into that, he thought.
"No. He's in it", Hotch cried, lunging for the handle and yanking on it. Unsurprisingly- due to the chains wrapped around the handles- the doors didn't budge. Hotch smacked on the cold metal.
"Reid! Reid, are you in there?" He shushed the team and they listened.
Reid sucked in a quick breath at the muffled voice behind the metal. What if it's Robert. He bit his lip, hicupping out of panic, a sob escaping his lips. He couldn't stay in the dark much longer, so he whacked his elbow into the metal.
"L-Let me out! P-please...h-help..." he sobbed, unable to hold in the tears.
JJ's eyes widened at the sound of a weak cry from within the cabinet.
"Oh God, Spence!" She murmured, covering her mouth. "Hang in there!" She shouted, hoping he could hear her. She could hear his quiet sobs and felt her heart break a little more. she turned to Hotch, her eyes leaking with tears.
"We have to get in there now! H-he's scared of the dark", her voice quavered slightly.
"Is Rossi still in the warehouse? Go find him and search Robert for a key," Hotch hollered and Emily practically fell out of the room.
"Reid? Reid, if you can hear me, stay calm, okay? Don't panic, we're going to get you out, I promise", Hotch comforted his youngest agent, pressing right up to the door so Spencer could hear him.
"L-let me g-go...I-I... gotta get out," Hotch could barely make out the terrified voice within the box, but he clung to the fact that Reid was conscious.
"Screw this. Hotch, shoot off the lock", insisted Morgan, trying to take JJ's gun, she hopped back and smacked his hands away.
"We have to get him out of there!" Morgan fretted. Hotch looked back at the door and sighed, pulling out his gun.
"Stand back Reid...I mean sit back...or stay back from the door", he prayed Reid had heard him as he levelled his gun. He took a deep breath before pulling the trigger, his gun aiming downwards on the lock. The room exploded with noise and JJ covered her ears and grimaced. The lock and several links on the chain exploded into several hundred piece, peppering Hotch's feet with silver flecks and chunks. Hotch ripped what was left of the chain from the handles, ignoring the pain as the metal scorched his hands. His fingers laced around the handles and without another seconds hesitation he tore the doors open.
Spencer was struggling to breath in the dark, the gunshot still ringing in his ears when light flooded into his prison. He cowered further into the metal cabinet, distancing himself from whomever had let him out, despite his desperation to get out of the darkness.
"P-please..." he whimpered, covering his tawny eyes behind trembling fingers. Hotch gaped at his agent, attempting to put a reassuring hand on his shoulder. Reid's face was splattered with fresh and dried blood, his eye red and bloodshot from the stream of crimson running through it. His brown curls had a red tinge in certain areas where his head had been smacked into the wall. His shirt had turned a dirty brown where blood ; the shirt was partly cut where a thin but deep stab wound stood out against angry red skin. His pant leg was also torn apart, fabric sticking to parts of the large gaping wound, purple and blue lining the ripped flesh, veins pushing against his skin.
Somehow whilst Hotch was distracted by Reid's injuries, Morgan had shouldered past him and wrapped his arms protectively around Spencer, pulling him into the light. Reid collapsed into Derek's arms releasing a heart wrenching sob into Morgan's bloody shirt.
"Get EMTs in here", Hotch said, turning to see Emily coming back in with Rossi, officers marched behind them with a limping Robert being pulled roughly between them.
"JJ! Get the medics!" Hotch bellowed again, waking JJ from her stupor and she tripped into the corridor. Hotch turned back to Morgan and Reid who were still locked in an embrace.
Morgan felt a tear slip down his cheek as he finally let go of his pent up emotions. He held onto Spencer as he cried, making sure the younger man felt safe.
"Shh, Spencer, you're okay now. I told you we'd make it out of this", he whispered, moving back more to help Reid's injured leg out of the cramped cabinet. Hotch saw Derek struggling to gently get Reid out and he heard Reid groan in agony, his body jerking with effort. Hotch jumped forward and lifted Reid's leg slowly, resting them on the floor. Reid yelped when Hotch's fingers graced the open wound on his leg. Hotch mumbled an apology and swore he saw white bone through the broken skin.
Emily watched the threee men worriedly before her eyes caught the blood on Rossi's hands.
"What did you do?" She hissed. Rossi continued to watch Reid and Morgan pretending he hadn't heard her.
"Morgan, let him go so he can lay down", Hotch whispered softly, trying to pry the two apart. Morgan shook his head.
"I can't leave him, Hotch", Spencer hicupped into his shoulder, the pain finally catching up to him. He felt his whole body seize up and for the umpteenth time that day his breath caught painfully in his chest as his lungs constricted.
The EMTs bustled in and still Morgan refused to release Reid.
"Sir, we need to check you both over, can you put him down", the EMTs were more forceful with their demands than Hotch. Morgan squeezed Spencer tighter, but he couldn't feel arms squeezing back. Instead he felt Reid's hands falling limp at his sides.
"No, no, Reid...Spencer!" Morgan rasped, lifting the young man up and shaking him lightly. He looked down and found Spencer's eyes were now shut, his skin deathly pale.
"Morgan?!" Emily gasped, watching Morgan panic and shake Reid a bit more fiercely.
"Sir! We need to get to him", insisted the paramedic, pushing Morgan away. Derek reached out to keep a hold of Spencer, but the EMTs crowed in and obstructed his view; he couldn't even hold his hand.
"No! No! Please!", Morgan felt strong arms around his tired ones. Hotch heaved the agent away, wary of his injuries, but with Derek lunging out and yelling, it was proving difficult.
"Morgan stop", he snapped, tumbling to the ground behind Morgan in exhaustion, but keeping his arms around him so he couldn't interfere.
"They're killing him!" Derek screamed, bucking against Hotch. Rossi came over and helped Hotch's efforts.
"They're helping him! You need to be seen to. Come on", Rossi glanced over at Spencer and he felt his own breath quicken. Reid was lay lifelessly on the ground with EMTs working around him, an oxygen mask wrapped over his mouth and tubes being stuck into his arm.
"No narcotics", Hotch said and one paramedic frowned, but nodded at his demand.
"I-is he a-alright?", JJ asked, creeping around the threshold and chewing her lip nervously.
"NO! NO HE'S NOT! Tell them to get off him!" Growled Morgan, slapping at Hotch's hands which held him in place.
"Jesus, Morgan! Calm down...they're-" Rossi started, but a sharp voice cut him short.
"He's crashing!" They all turned their heads to where Spencer lay, his body, which had started convulsing, stilled and his chest stopped rising.
Oh dear lord! What have I done... cliffhanger! Don't you just love those?
I probably won't update this tomorrow, I really need to write another chapter for 'What if', but expect an update soon.
I'm planning on having two more chapters maybe more, for now, I shall leave you with that. Yes I am evil, but maybe you should take a look at my other stories and ask yourself, is she capable of killing her true love?
Please review, share what you thought about this chapter and I shall see you in chapter 10! Woooooo!
