Chapter 10

I tried to get this up yesterday but work made that impossible so here it is first thing this morning. I wanted before we started to say thank you so much for all the wonderful reviews, they are amazing to reid (haha) you have no idea how they make my day.

Warning: the evil really starts now, although this is just the start =P. Wow I'm starting to question my sanity…

I assess the power of a will by how much resistance, pain, torture it endures and knows how to turn to its advantage. –Friedrich Nietzsche

Reid shuttered, unable to help himself, as the knife trailed up his arm and down his chest. The man's hand hovered near the middle of his stomach and Reid felt the pressure start to build as it dug in just enough to break the skin. He bit down on his tongue to stay silent, knowing there was much worse to come. It wasn't so bad really, as long as he didn't watch the blood starting to soak though the hole in the front of his shirt.

The man pulled the knife out then slammed the length of the blade home.

Fire erupted from his middle and spread outwards. His body arched backward with the pain and this time he bit down on his tongue hard enough to taste blood. The man pulled the knife out inch by inch and Reid could feel it biting into his skin. God he wanted to scream.

He wanted to, but he wouldn't.

Instead he pictured the team in his head, all of them together. Their strength would get him through this. Trying to focus through the pain he set his teeth and raised his head to look the man in the eyes.

But he and his knife were gone, replaced by the woman and what looked like a new gun in her hands. Not a revolver, a gun. When had she switched weapons? She leveled the gun at his chest, close to where blood from the knife wound was still continuing to dye his shirt red.

The click as she unlocked the safety was loud. It encompassed his whole universe.

She trained the gun a little higher, and now it was pointing directly at his forehead.

"Dr. Reid I'll shoot you right now if you don't scream. Will you please scream for me Dr. Reid?"

"Garcia, can't you track him!" Hotch was shouting. She shook her head.

"They keep rerouting to new IP addresses I can't!" Garcia was typing frantically through her tears. Rossi was swearing in Italian under his breath. Morgan was instructing Reid again and again to just give in and do as his captor instructed.

Reid stared straight into her eyes. "I'll die first."

That's when she pulled the trigger.

Hotch was aware of nothing except that he was screaming. But Reid's name died on his lips as he watched the young agent contort in pain and a wave of relief pulsed through him. It hadn't been a head shot. She'd lowered the gun at the last moment and sent the bullet straight into his knee, shattering it. That was bad, and it hurt like hell he could see it in Reid's clenched teeth and fists, but it was still a hell of a lot less fatal than a bullet to the skull.

"Oh come now, you didn't think I'd make it that easy did you? Let you be the martyr, die for your friends and team and be done with it. Oh no Dr. Reid, we're just getting started." There was a pause and his captor left the screen. There was some shuffling and then they were back, holding a small vile and a needle.

"Is that–?" Morgan didn't need to finish the question.

"Dilaudid."

Reid seemed to come to the same conclusion as she came closer. He shook his head violently his eyes growing wide.

"No, no I don't want it!" He began to shake slightly as she came closer. "Stay away from me!" His voice grew louder.

"Oh poor Dr. Reid. Once an addict, always an addict. It's alright though, you'll be begging for this stuff soon enough." A pause. "It's great."

The needle hovered just over the crook of his out turned elbow now and the man who'd had the knife held him down.

"Please." Reid's voice was pleading and twisted Hotch's insides. He heard someone, Seaver he thought, behind him gasp as the needle broke the skin and the drug entered Reid's veins. His head began to bob and as his captor pulled the needle out it fell back.

The woman, needle still in hand, turned back to the camera. "And that, I believe, is all for today folks." The screen went dead just as Reid began to whimper in the background.

Morgan whirled away fists clenched. Hotch's attention was drawn to the same voice that had gasped earlier, coming from just behind him to the left of his hospital bed. He turned, ignoring the dull throbbing, and standing behind all of them, yet to be noticed, was a young attractive blonde with a horrified expression and clenched fists.

"Oh god." JJ's voice was a whisper. "Why didn't you tell me?"

The thing about family disasters is that you never have to wait long before the next one puts the previous one into perspective – Robert Brault

I'm afraid sometimes you'll play lonely games too, games you can't win because you'll play against you – Dr. Seuss (From one "Dr." to another, right?)

Muahaha. There you are my friends. The idea was suggested to me to bring JJ in a while back and I jumped on it so thank you. Hope you enjoyed the part even if it is a little shorter. I'm sorry to say the next part won't be up for probably another 4 days or so approximately since I'm going camping but I promise as soon as I'm back you'll get an update. Until then, so long and good luck.