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Reid stumbled to his feet and stared at the other version of himself, he glanced down and found the Dark Sandman unconscious on the floor with blood coming down his forehead and out of the back too. He returned to face the other Reid. "How did you get out of the chair?"

"You needed help and I had to come and save your pathetic ass. If you die, I die and I can't let that happen. Handcuffs can just disappear with a single thought."

"What is going on?" Morgan groaned as he leaned against a wooden beam, he clutched his leg and breathed through the pain. Reid tried to go to Morgan but the other Reid grabbed his arm and threw him back against a wall.

"Why did you do that?!"

"Back off," Morgan warned the one who had just thrown back his friend. "You may be another part of Reid but I'll kick your ass if you touch him."

"You really thought I was the weak one," the other Reid cackled before advancing towards Morgan, he gripped the bloody leg and squeezed it hard. Morgan let out a cry and tried to swing for him, he missed and landed on the floor.

"Stop it!" Reid yelled. This other version of himself was sadistic and hurting his best friend.

"You're right," the sadistic Reid smirked. "This is a conversation best had in private. Derek can go and visit the other users."

"Users?" Morgan gasped.

"Wake up, Derek," he ordered before punching Morgan in the face.

Reid panicked when Morgan disappeared in a wisp of blue smoke, the other version of himself rose to his feet and faced him. "Now, we're alone."

"What are you?"

"I'm the one that will run the show from now on," he smiled. Reid tried to move but found himself pinned to the wall, he struggled to no avail. "Oh, little Spencer, you're the weak one and I'm taking control."


Morgan gasped as he woke up, he hissed as he felt pressure on his arm and leg. "Ah, dammit!"

"He's awake," Garcia smiled happily. "Morgan, don't move too much, you're bleeding. Did you get attacked by dogs?"

"Two of them," he nodded. "Is Reid awake?"

"No, he isn't," Blake answered. "What happened? You began bleeding from dog bites and Reid began gasping for air."

"Sandman put a noose around his neck and tried to hang him, two dogs came after me to stop me helping Reid. We got saved by another version of Reid."

"Another version?" Rossi asked in a confused voice.

"His head is a weird place and a frightening one," he explained through the pain. "I think Reid is in danger, we need to wake him up."

"Is the Dark Sandman still after him?"

"I think he's dead," Morgan shook his head. "There was blood pouring from his head. I think Reid's in danger from himself."


"You didn't answer my question, what are you? What are you doing in my head?" Reid demanded.

"I've always been in your head, Spencer. There are lots of us here, all different and unique but together, we make you. You already met the crazy one of us, I saw you through his eyes but you didn't get a chance to meet the others. We are part of you and have been since the day mother gave birth to us. I'm the part of you that is sick of being locked away. When the Sandman came, I changed my prison and made it a trap for you. Want to guess who I am?"

"I keep a lot of things buried."

"Don't I know," the other version rolled his eyes. "I'm the part of you that relished killing Tobias Hankel with that gun, I was that feeling you had when Diane Turner came so near to you, I was the one who would have wrapped my hands around her pretty little neck and squeezed till she turned blue. You keep me locked away like I'm an animal. I suppose I am in a way. That lust you feel, that temptation to take a woman and show her what a man you are. That's me, Spencer. I'm every little dark thing you keep down and hidden. Let's just say, I'm the dark Spencer that the world is just waiting to get a taste of."

"I don't think like that," Reid shook his head. "I don't have those thoughts."

"Liar, liar, pants on fire," dark Spencer mocked. "You have evil thoughts, you just let those annoying good ones get in the way. Remember the football field and every bully before and after that. I almost got out then but I got blocked. You're such a bloody goody two shoes. Mom holds us back, Dad deserves a good couple of punches and the team needs to stop taking advantage of us."

"They're family, they don't take advantage of me," Reid snapped back. "Our mother needs help."

"She's not worth our help, Spencer," the dark version sighed. "We sacrificed so much for her, all she did was repay us with hate."

"She's ill."

"Is that why you had that dark little thought when you were twelve? I was there that day. You thought that mommy was in too much pain and if you just put a few extra pills in, her pain would end."

"I was twelve," Reid argued. "I had just gone through a traumatic experience at school and I wasn't thinking straight, I barely thought that."

Reid hated this version of himself, he cursed himself for even choosing the middle door and coming into the trap. He glanced to the Dark Sandman and knew he was dead, a large pool of blood had now gathered around his head. No-one could have survived that.

"Do you want to know when I was truly born, Spencer?" the other version grinned. "I was a small part of you till the age of sixteen. I know what that professor did, I became more than a small little entity after that day."

"Nothing happened!" Reid screamed. The other version fell to the floor as a table scraped across the floor on its own and smashed into him. Falling from the wall, Reid looked over to a door across the room. He went over but quickly made sure the Sandman was dead by ripping off the mask. He saw cold eyes staring at him and felt relief that one threat had gotten defeated.

"Bastard," the evil Reid screamed causing him to leave the Sandman and run to the door, he ripped it open and closed it behind him. "You can't run, I'll catch you!"

He found himself back in the corridor and ran down it, he turned the corner to hear a door smash open behind him. Reid knew he was beginning to realise how strange his mind actually was and how dangerous he could be. He picked a door at random and ran inside, he closed it behind him and hoped he could stay here for a while. He turned around and found yet another version of himself. This one was laughing as he jumped on a trampoline, it was only then Reid realised he was now in a garden.

"There you are! I'm so happy to see you," the other version laughed as he jumped on the trampoline. "I know what's happening and I can cheer you up, I can cheer anyone up. I'm excited about the sunny sky and about Garcia making cupcakes when you wake up. How great is life!"

"What are you?"

"I'm the happy part of you, Dumbo," the other version giggled cheerily.

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