Hey everyone, here is the next chapter. I hope you enjoy this chapter. I'm so glad you liked the previous chapter. Again, I apologise for the delay in posting it. I have had a weird few days and I have let things get to me. I'm sorry that I let this interrupt the updates. I feel better now. My kitten, Smithy, has been my muse tonight. As I write this intro and as I have done the chapter, he has been asleep under my cover, on my lap. Enjoy the chapter.

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Reid felt a little dizzy as he hung the bag of blood and connected it to Jake's IV. He watched as the blood began to flow down. He watched as Jake's eyes began to open. He smiled as his friend woke up. "Wake up, you big idiot."

Jake opened his eyes and stared at Reid. "Hey nerd," he smiled gently. "What happened?"

"I had to knock your ass out so I could fix your leg without you squirming and being in pain. You lost a bit of blood. I'm giving you a transfusion, my blood as the main ingredient. We are the same blood type. The others are out getting some supplies. You are gonna be out of action for a while."

"I've done harder jobs with worse," Jake said as he tried to shake of the tired feeling. "We got a job to do."

"Tom, Dante and myself can handle it. You can guide us and do all the computer magic. You can also keep an eye on my old friend. You can't put pressure on your leg. The bullet did some damage but I repaired it. You are lucky."

"I'm lucky to have such a nerd as a brother," Jake said before laying back in the pillow. "The fucker who shot me is good. He knocked out the lights and we didn't even get a hit on him. Spencer, you got to watch out for yourself. He'll kill you too. You're connected with us now, a part of the team."

"I can take care of myself. I'm not about to let this son of a bitch take away the people who saved me from destruction. Jake, you helped me after I killed Jason. I'll never forget what you did for me."

Jake nodded. "I'll never forget what happened to you after you killed him. I'm just happy that you let the others and me help you."

Jake looked at Spencer as he sat on the bed, staring at the wall, almost in the trance. Blood still covered him. Jake walked forward with a bowl of water and a cloth. He sat down next Spencer and soaked the cloth. He wiped it across Spencer's face and began the process of cleaning all the blood off. "Spencer, I know that you are in shock now. You need to understand that what you just did was completely justified. We just wanted to give you your revenge. We want you to join us. I know that you used to work as a fed but that doesn't matter to any of us. We can show you a new way of life. One where you put yourself first."

Jake began to clean the blood off Spencer's hands. He watched as Spencer looked down at his hands with a lost look in his eyes.

"Where did this all this blood come from?" he gasped. "It's Maeve's blood, isn't it? Why is their so much blood?!"

"Hey, calm down," Jake said as Spencer began to panic and grab his head. "This is Jason's blood. Remember?"

"No! No!" Spencer gasped. "Too much blood!"

Taking a syringe from inside his pocket, Jake injected the sedative into the young man. Spencer fell unconscious and into Jake's arms. He slowly lowered Spencer to the bed and put his feet up on the bed.

"How much have you gone through?" Jake shook his head.

Garcia woke up to the sound of her door opening. She looked up and saw Reid walk into the room. She took the covers of herself and sat on the edge of the bed. He placed a tray of food on the table and began to make his way out. He swayed slightly. Garcia got up from the bed and steadied him. "Are you okay, Reid?"

Reid stood up straight and nodded. "I'm fine, just a little dizzy. I had to give a transfusion for my friend."

"How do you know how to do that?" Garcia questioned.

"I've learned new things in the last two years. Look, I'm busy. Try doing some knitting or watching a DVD."

Reid began to walk out of the room.

"Reid, wait!" she called after him before he could close the door. He turned around and looked at her.

"What?"

"Tom told me about the job you are about to do and who you are stealing from. You're going after the man who ordered Jason to rape you. He told me what you did to Jason. I'm sorry that I was so harsh to you before. Tom made me understand that while you may be angry, you would never kill any of the team. You shot Morgan in his vest as a warning. I understand that now. I don't approve of the activities you have done over the last two years but I can't exactly judge. I used to be a professional hacker and most of the hacks I did were illegal. Just answer me this. Is there any way to get back the old Reid? The Reid that would sit with me, eat popcorn and watch Doctor Who."

Reid brushed his hand through his hair. "He's gone," he said gently. "He died when Jason beat him, raped him and cut his throat. I'm better this way. I don't feel restricted by rules and regulations. Being an agent brought too much pain. Being who I am now, brings me relief and hope. When this jobs done, I'm going to disappear and try make a new life with my friends. We want to have a fresh start. I still harbor a great deal of anger to the team. I can't help that and I don't think it will ever disappear. The man who I'm about to steal from deserves a dent in his wallet. If he wasn't so well protected, I'd kill the bastard. Nice and slow."

"Killing is wrong, you know that," Garcia said.

"Not when I have to kill to protect what I love. I have a new family now and I don't want to lose them. I will kill to protect them. I have to go. Just keep yourself occupied."

"Can I at least call the team?"

Reid shook his head. "I'm sorry, I can't risk that."

He walked out of the room and locked the door behind him.

Morgan stared at the ceiling, anger still raging through his veins. The entire team had orders to get some sleep. They were all exhausted and the case being so personal was taking a toll on all of them. He took his wallet out from his pocket and opened it. He pulled out a picture and smiled. It was a picture of him and Garcia. She was kissing his cheek while he laughed at the camera. He dropped his wallet and held the picture close to his chest.

"I'm going to get you back, baby girl. I'll make him pay for what he has done to you."

Hotch closed his eyes and felt the headache in his mind grow. He was responsible for turning Reid into what he was now. At least, he thought he was. He had brought Reid onto the team at such a young age. He had failed Reid on multiple occasions and his last failure had turned Reid into someone dark. Someone determined to push the team away and keep them away.

Hotch poured the small mini bar whiskey into his glass. He took a sip and closed his eyes. "I'm sorry, Reid. So sorry, for everything."

JJ wiped her eyes as she went through her phone. Garcia had put picture after picture of Reid and Henry on her phone. She missed him so much. She couldn't belive that her Spence had turned into this. A man who hurt people to for his own gain. She wiped her eyes again as she continued to go through her phone.

Reid stared at the box set in his hands. Everyone was resting for the night. Tomorrow night, they put their plan into action. Dante was standing guard for the night. Reid couldn't sleep. He unlocked the door and walked in. Garcia looked up from her knitting. He held up the new Doctor Who box set and looked at her.

"I guess there might still be a tiny sliver of the old Reid. Want to watch?"

Garcia smiled at him and nodded. He put a disc in and went to grab a chair.

"Sit next to me," she said as she moved over. He nodded and sat next to her, putting his feet up on the bed. Unable to help herself, she put her arms around him and rested her head on his chest.

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