Hey so sorry I haven't updated in a while, I have been feeling really ill the past few days and I know Ive said this before but my work is really piling up. Im probs gonna have to update every other week if I dont want my grades to be in the tiolet. :-( Sorry.

OMG I KNOW THIS IS LIKE SO TOTALLY RANDOM BUT I WATCHED THE IMPOSSIBLE THE OTHER DAY... I WAS BAWLING FOR DAYS ITS SO SAD BUT SUCH AN AMAZING FILM...

Disclaimer: I dont own criminal minds... but I will in the future MWUHAHAHAHA (EVIL LAUGH)

Sweat dripped down the wounded man's forehead, mingling with blood and dirt before continuing its journey down the angular face.

Harsh breathing could be faintly heard and the jingle of cuffs as he adjusted his position, hoping to relieve the strain on his tired arms.

Reid stared at a spot on the floor with tired, slightly glazed eyes. He had never been so exhausted in all his life.

It wasn't physical exhaustion that weighed him down but the mental exhaustion that smothered his brain.

Being a genius can do that to a person. Whenever they are hit with a question they cannot answer, unlike other people who might give up looking for it, they can be driven to the brink of madness to answer it.

Now Reid was not naïve enough to believe he knew the answer to everything; he still didn't know the point of the game of soccer or how the female mind works.

But the one thing he always prided himself on knowing is the psychological behaviour of his fellow man.

After all, he did take care of his schizophrenic mother and was able to successfully lie to the teachers of his school all throughout high school. He knew all about body language, how to manipulate it and how to read it.

He knew how to read into what people say, what their handwriting can reveal about their personality and even what their physical appearance can scream about their lives.

But he fails to understand why the very people that is his responsibility to catch can torture and kill other human beings so much like themselves. No matter how much he asked himself this, he can never figure it out.

He knows it isn't an innate thing that drives them… no one is born evil and if it was an inside thing then wouldn't every one be evil?

It could be argued that it could be an environmental thing… but he had seen similar cases where two people have grown up the same way but only one of them has turned into killers. If it was an environmental factor then wouldn't everyone who grew up in a similar childhood all turn into the same thing?

Reid never considered himself to be religious… it wasn't that he didn't believe in it, he just wasn't sure.

But he found himself questioning that if there was a God… how he would feel if he saw us.

Does he feel anger? Sadness? Pity? Disappointment?

Does he ever regret creating the human race? Does he ever consider that maybe the world would be a better place if sometimes we did not have the will to make the terrible decisions that some of us do?

Or does he look at the positive side of his creation? Does he see the love of a mother for her newborn child, or the way a husband may hold his dying wife gently in her last moments?

Does he look at the things we have overcome; War, Segregation, Equality?

Does he feel pride in people who devote their lives for the wellbeing of others be them famous or otherwise.

People like Mother Teresa, Doctors, Police men, people who donate to charity…

Reid was pulled roughly from his thoughts by the sound of the door banging open.

He looked up and saw Liam entering the room, having calmed down from the previous day.

He looked up and smiled at chained boy.

"How are you today" he asked cheerfully, "does your back hurt?"

Reid said nothing in reply but his eyes narrowed slightly. He found it disconcerting that his captor had come down and was chatting to him like he was simply ill, instead of having just had his back ripped to ribbons.

Liam didn't seem to mind the lack of an answer; in fact his smile widened and he chuckled before leaning forward.

"You know, I have to say I'm impressed. Of all my models you are the strongest one I've ever had". He gave Reid an appraising look before he shook his head.

"You definitely didn't look like you would put up much on a fight. I've had strapping young teenagers who were probably destined to become star quarterbacks who broke within the first hour of whipping… but you look like a gust of wind would probably blow you off your feet and into the air like a balloon".

Liam gave a hearty bellow at his rather poor joke while Reid just watched him quietly.

Finally Liam wiped his eyes of tears of laughter before roughly patting Reid on his cheek.

"I'm gonna be popping out for a bit… so just make your self comfy and don't go anywhere" he smiled cheekily and turned to make his way out of the room.

It was only just as he excited through the door that Reid finally spoke up.

"If you think you can break me by taunting me… you're going to have to try harder than that" he rasped out. He kept his voice level, neither raising it nor lowering it and it had the desired effect.

Liam had paused at the door before he turned to look at him.

"So you saw through my act" he asked calmly.

"The moment you walked through the door" Reid answered.

There was silence as they both rethought their opinions of each other. Finally Liam grinned again and turned towards the door.

"I accept your challenge."

The door closed with a slam. Reid sighed and finally allowed himself a small smile. He had finally gotten his captor to acknowledge him as a human being with an intellect that equalled his own. Although Reid knew his intelligence probably far succeeded the Unsub's, he needed him to feel like Reid was challenging him.

Unlike with his other captives, Reid just made the game more interesting.

And if his next plan didn't succeed, it would help to increase the length of his survival. Looking up, Reid gave a slight tug on the rusted hook that his cuffs were hooked through.

Now physics had taught Reid that everything had a breaking point. Put the right amount of strain on something and eventually it would break. The hook was aged and rusty so the breaking point was probably a lot less than what would have been needed had the hook been new.

Preparing himself, he did a quick calculation in his mind and then adjusted his cuffs so the weakest link rested on the cuff.

Then he let his entire body collapse towards the ground; his entire weight was placed on that link and he added tugging and twisting to the strain placed on it.

He stayed like that for at least 10 minutes, his arms straining from the effort but he kept on pulling, kept on dragging down the cuffs until….

CRACK!

The link finally reached its limit and broke. Reid screamed slightly in agony as his sore and weakened body hit the floor hard.

His vision was swimming slightly as he rested his body for a minute. He knew it was imperative that he kept moving but he also knew that he needed to rest to keep his strength up.

Slowly he brought he arms in front of him and gritted his teeth as he tried to push himself up onto his knees. He could feel his arms trembling from the pressure he was exerting and he could not believe how an action, one that was once so effortless, could be so difficult.

Finally on his knees he paused as his head started to pound in protest. Determined eyes on the door he slowly straightened out his body into a standing position. However the moment his back straightened, all his scabs over his healing wounds broke open,

He let out a shocked, breathy gasp as he toppled over again. Lying on his side he scrunched Reid scrunched his eyes up as he tried to ride out the wave of pain.

What seemed like a hour, but what could have been a minute, and he was left in the foetal position on the floor, trying to regain his breath.

'This is going to be harder than I thought' Reid thought as he heaved air in and out of his lungs. He lifted his gaze once more to the door that blocked his path.

With hardened eyes, the young agent rolled onto his stomach and began to pull his body along the floor using his forearms in a crawl that all Police, Army and FBI officers are familiar with; the technique often used when doing an agility course underneath a net.

He could feel blood running down his back and each wound throbbing with every movement… but he continued.

He knew that if he wanted to survive he would have to bear with the pain.

Finally he managed to reach the door; twisting the handle, he was honestly shocked to find it swung open easily at his touch.

'This guy is confident… almost bordering on arrogance and confidence'.

Now this was the difficult part.

Reid knew he could not climb the stairs on his stomach. He went through the motions as before and managed to make it to his knees much faster than before having created a technique to do so.

Grabbing the railing, he pulled himself up into a standing position, he maintained a slightly hunched position so as to not upset the wounds on his back again; not that he still didn't feel any pain.

Taking one step at a time he slowly made his way up the basement stairs. The effort caused beads of sweat to constantly drip down his face. Once again he was astounded as to how much more difficult it was to do a task he had done all his life.

The pressure, the strain; he felt as if he was trying to push a boulder up a hill. His leg, every time he lifted it, felt like it was getting heavier with every step and there was the terrifying moment when he teetered on the edge of the step before regaining his balance.

Needless to say, Reid did not want to think of how his back would feel if he slip and fell back down the stairs, and with his luck, hitting each and every step on his descent.

When he finally reached the top, he felt so much pride at such a little achievement that he let a slightly manic laugh escape him as he collapsed to his knees for a well needed break.

He stayed like that for 10-15 minutes. If anyone saw him, they would be wondering why he was just sitting there when he had the chance to escape.

'Of course, if anyone did see me, they would probably be wondering what the hell happened to me' Reid thought ruefully.

Truth was, the FBI agent knew it was futile to try and escape; with the state he was in, he would barely make it past the front yard before Liam returned.

No! That was why Reid had a much smaller task in mind, but one that could probably make a huge difference.

With determination fuelling his movements once more, he crawled towards what he guessed to be the kitchen, whilst at the same time documenting in his mind the house he was in.

To say he was surprised was an understatement. From the look of the basement he was being kept in, he thought the house was be dirty and broken, looking for all its worth like an abandoned house.

Far from it, the house was well kept and maintained. The walls painted a lovely blue colour with white furniture and a grand clock ticking in the corner. Pictures and even paintings hung in the hallways and a grand white staircase led to the upper floors.

It was every housewife's dream home.

The pictures left little doubt that this was Liam's home; group photos of him and an older man and women standing with their hands clasped proudly on his shoulders.

Presumable these were Liam's parents; they looked every bit the part of a rich family.

Questions started to circulate in Reid's mind as he pushed the kitchen door open, leaving a bloody stain on its white paint. Reid winced slightly; despite the fact that this was the house of the man who tortured him and he wanted nothing more than to escape from this hell, the neat freak in his was now screaming to clean it up.

Ignoring the urge he let out a yell of relief when he saw a phone on the wall, just as he hoped there would be. Limping towards it using the wall as support and leaving a smear of blood that had his inner neat freak nearly foaming at the mouth, he quickly pulled the phone out of its holder and typed in a number with clumsy hands.

After 3 attempts he finally got it right and he held the phone to his ear whilst wishing the owner to pick up.

He had never felt so much happiness when a tired and irritated voice answered with a deep, "What?"

"Morgan?" he whimpered. The tone of Morgan's voice changed instantly.

"Reid? Is that you? Oh My God are you alright?" there was crackling sound that he guessed was Morgan covering the receiver, but he still heard the 'Guys get over here, its Reid', "Hey Pretty Boy, where are you?"

"I don't know my location but looking out the window I can see a long field that eventually leads to what looks like a graveyard".

"Okay, Reid stay with me… do you know who took you".

"Yes his name is Liam Harvey, he is a white male, in his 40s I think, w-w-w-ith grey eyes and a distinguishable scar from his cheek to his mouth" he said quickly and urgently.

He suddenly felt fear strike his heart like an ice pick when his ears picked up the sound of wheels over gravel.

Liam was home!

"Reid listen to me man, about what I sai- "

"Morgan you have to listen carefully" Reid whispered, cutting Morgan off mid-sentence, "Liam's back and I don't have much time. This guy… this isn't the first time he has done something like this… he calls us- I mean his victims his models so he clearly thinks of himself as an artist of some sort so look for any paintings he might have sold on the internet of people being tortured or…"

"HEY."

Reid whipped around to see Liam glaring at him from the front door, his teeth set in an angry snarl. With his scar stretched he looked every inch the demon he was.

Reid glared back defiantly and continued giving information to Morgan as quick as he could as Liam gave a terrifying bellow and charged at him.

"Morgan he doesn't care about Victimology so look for people missing of any ages and any size, colour, religion, gender and check for those victims whose bodies haven't been found…" Reid choked of as a powerful punch sent him tumbling to the ground gasping in pain.

He could hear Morgan faintly screaming through the phone before Liam ripped the phone line out of the wall, effectively cutting the connection.

Breathing hard, Liam stood over the young man on the floor.

Looking up at his captor Reid gave him a victorious smile before a kick to the head knocked him unconscious again.

So once again, I tried to draw out the emotions and descriptions of this scene of Reid's escape attempt... did I succeed?

Please review and give ideas... it helps me write better and update quicker XD

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