Hey guys, heres the next chapter :)

It was dark, uncomfortably dark. Spencer couldn't get away from the darkness. It surrounded him. He could feel every touch, hear every sound. But he couldn't open his eyes. No matter how hard he tried, they would stay closed.

With his eyes buried in a book, he unconsciously walked the route to his house, like he always did after school. He was too enveloped by the words of Edgar Allan Poe so he didn't notice the sounds of clashing cutlery and plates smashing on tiles as he walked up to his house. He climbed the creaking wooden steps to the front door and finally tore his eyes away from his book to open the front door, only to find it wide open. Shards of glass scattered before the door, as he stepped inside he held his breath.

The crunch of the glass beneath the little boy's feet haunts him to this day. There, lying in the white tiled kitchen, was his mother. His blood ran cold. Her blood was everywhere, or so it seemed. The contrasts of red and white made the boys mind spin as he ran, teary eyed, towards his mother, dropping his book in a puddle of blood on the way.

'Mom! Mom, it's me, Mom what did you do?' His voice rising in tone as he looked closely at the bloodied shard of glass in his mother's hand. The deep gashes in her wrists explained it all.

'I couldn't let them take you too, they did this. Those fascists…'His mother mumbled angrily, her eyes glazed over.

The little boy ran to grab the home phone, and dialled the number he knew all too well from previous experiences. He was unnervingly calm, knowing the procedures of a 911 call. The teary eyed boy hung up the phone and went back to his mother. The books he had read on medical treatments came in handy. He grabbed the kitchen tea towel hastily and wrapped it around his mother's ripped up wrist, the glass must have torn through the mother's thick skin effortlessly. He had heard the sirens in the distance now, his tears overflowed from his eyes, seeing as his mother had tried to kill herself.

'Mom, it's going to be okay, the paramedics are coming. Mom?' The young one watched as his mother's eyes locked onto the book he had dropped just a few feet away when he ran in.

'Read to me, Spencer. You were always such a good boy.' Spencer smiled a sad smile and reached for the book.

'I'm sorry, mom. I'm so sorry. I couldn't look after you. I'm so sorry.' The words echoed through the young profilers head as he recalled the horrible memory. The mantra was soon interrupted when he felt something soft being placed next to his ear.

Garcia walked into the room holding several bags of goodies that she brought for her young genius, soon the bags fell to the floor as her eyes fell upon her friend's limp, unconscious body. Tubes seemed to be coming out of everywhere, but the one that brought her back to earth was the chunky tube positioned down Reid's bruised throat, the machine connected to it forcing precious air into his lungs. The realization that without that particular machine her friend would be dead hit her like a tonne of bricks. Tears trickled down the usually perky blonde's cheeks as she strode to her baby's side and placed a cute brown teddy bear, wearing overalls with patches on its pockets, next to Reid's ear; the only place where it wouldn't obstruct a tube.

The rest of the team, excluding Hotch, entered slowly, bracing them for what they would find.

Prentiss entered second, after Garcia. She was quietly glad that Penelope had her attentions focused on Reid as she felt a wave of reality hit her. Emily couldn't hold back the single tear that seeing Reid like this brought to her eyes. She picked up the bags that Penelope had dropped and sat next to the teary eyed woman. Placing a comforting hand on her shoulder, she wiped away the tear that had escaped.

Rossi entered next. His neutral expression was challenged when he saw Prentiss wipe her eyes at the state of their mutual friend. He didn't make a move to sit; instead he remained at the end of the bed, looking down on his colleague. Sadness pierced the Italian man's physique as he looked at the battered boy before him; he dipped his head in respect for the man who had been through so much at the tender age of 30.

JJ entered after Rossi. Her eyes began to water as she walked slowly toward Spencer. With every step a new cut or new bruise showed itself in detail to her blue eyes. She sat across from Garcia and laid a tentative hand over his and squeezed. She smiled as she thought about what Spencer's reaction would have been to this gesture, if he were awake. Wake up, Spence, She pleaded with whoever was listening that he would get out of this okay. He had to. He was Reid. She sighed and let the reality of the situation hit her. He wouldn't wake up any time soon.

Morgan was the last to enter. The man that lay on the hospital bed before him was a shadow of his former friend. His throat was dark shades of purple and blue, the right side of his face was also shades of purple. With both of his legs and his arm elevated, Morgan normally would have thought of some comical expression and joked with his colleague, but he knew Spencer, his little brother, would not reply. Tears rushed into the darker man's eyes and he solemnly took the seat across the bed from Garcia and Prentiss, next to JJ. His eyes were solely focused on his beaten friend before him. Pretty boy, what have you gotten into this time?

About and hour later Hotch entered the private room, finally having convinced strauss to let them have 2 weeks off, depending on the amount of cases they get. His eyes wandered around the dozing agents that surrounded the unconscious friend on the hospital bed. He averted his eyes. Each step he took, his guilt grew. He couldn't help but feel he could have prevented this somehow. If he hadn't been so preoccupied with procedure, they would have gotten Reid back, before any of this happened; before Reid had fallen into a coma; before Allyson Morris had lost her life. He sighed as he places a hand on Prentiss' shoulder to rouse her.

'…What? Oh, Hotch, I'm sorry I must have fallen asleep.' Prentiss said quickly as she rubbed her hands over her face to wake her up a bit.

'Go check into the hotel. You all need some sleep.' He said as he noticed everyone was starting to wake up.

'But Hotch-' JJ began to protest but was interrupted by a yawn escaping her now embarrassed physique.

'Go. You all need a break. We'll sit with him in shifts; I don't want him to be alone when he wakes up.' Hotch said as his gaze lingered on Reid's sleeping form.

Slowly, the room emptied, despite the mumbled protests. Only Hotch, Morgan and, of course, Reid remained in the room.

'Morgan, you need to get some-'

'I'm staying here, Hotch. I will leave when you do.' Morgan said firmly.

Hotch sighed, knowing that there was no way to get Morgan to leave.

'I will get us some coffee.' Hotch said as he left the room, leaving Morgan with Reid.

Derek moved closer to his friend, hoping he would wake up but knowing he wouldn't.

'Hey there, Pretty Boy.' Morgan started as he held Spencer's hand. 'I know you're confused right now, but I need you to do something for me. I need you to open those pretty little eyes for me. Wake up.' His voice wavered towards the end, and he slid his eyes shut in frustration.

No response.

'Reid… I'm sorry. I couldn't get to you in time… Maybe if I had known that Ethan was in town, I could have stopped him before he… he did this. I'm so sorry. I wasn't there when you needed me most. Just do me a favour, okay? Come back to us, Reid. It doesn't have to be now, or tomorrow, just promise me that you will come back to us?' He sighed and he let Spencer's hand fall on the bed.

Morgan… Morgan! What? Why are you apologizing? It's not your fault. Wait? What's not your fault? What happened? Morgan? Answer me! Please! Spencer felt the hand leave his. He wanted to scream, but no sound would come, he wanted to see him with his own eyes, but they wouldn't open. Fear washed over the man. He couldn't control his own body. No matter how hard he tried, how loud he screamed, the comforting hand didn't return; his eyes didn't open, and no sound came out. He was trapped; a helpless prisoner of his own mind.

OOOOOkay, i know its a bit slow paced and depressing, but i promise it will get all angsty when he wakes up... :) i hope you liked this chapter AND THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR REVEIWS i love you guys! legit, every time i read one, i get a major confidence boost. YOU GUYS ROCK...

One more thing! i just started another story, it was meant as a one shot but i couldnt finish it all in one chapter, so its multi chaptered... :P Its called Taking Your Place and its on my page so if you have time, give it read please! it would be much appreciated!

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