Emily turned her head to peer into the dark room and froze.

"Oh my god."

She snapped out of her shock quickly and darted into the room. She saw Rossi on the floor and quickly knelt to check his pulse. She found it strong and steady, his only injury appeared to be a blow to the head that had left behind what was rapidly becoming a goose egg on his forehead a well as a small cut that might require a couple stitches. Once she was sure that the older of her colleagues wasn't seriously injured, she hurried to Reid's bedside.

His chest was heaving and his eyes were streaming; he managed to make small pained sounds from beneath the duct tape gag. Prentiss was worried that he might not be getting enough oxygen.

"Reid, shh. It's okay now" she attempted to sooth him. "I'm going to take this gag off, okay?"

He nodded profusely and she quickly peeled the duct tape up from his lips. He took a greedy gasp of air but let it out as a pained groan. "H- he was here… only a m-minute ago."

She'd probably passed him on her way up. "Nancy!" she called to the nurse who was still standing shell shocked. She jumped and turned wide eyes to Prentiss. "I need you to call security and lock this building down. The bastard could still be on the premises. And get a doctor; I've got two injured agents in here."

Nancy's professional mask slipped into place and she quickly went to the wall phone and called security before paging the doctor and calling in another nurse from the station.

"Emily," Reid's voice was a barely audible squeak.

"Shh, you're going to be all right, Reid." Prentiss went about cutting the duct tape from around his wrists, being careful of the casted arm. She then stooped to pick up the tattered remnants of his hospital gown from the floor and draped it over his hips. She closed her eyes and had to take a calming breath at the sight of the blood on his body. She took up his trembling hand in her own while quickly pulling out her phone with her other and pressing speed dial.

Hotch answered on the first ring. "Hotchner"

"Hotch get everyone to the hospital now," her voice was thick but calm so as not to agitate Reid who still seemed to be having some difficulty breathing.

"What happened?" He demanded, his voice taking on a heated, almost panicked edge.

"Walker got into the hospital somehow. Rossi's out but not bad," she paused to swallow the lump building up in her throat. "He got to Reid."

She could hear her teammates shouting in the background and car doors slamming. "We'll be there in ten minutes." Hotch said before abruptly hanging up.

Prentiss wanted to run her hand over Reid's hair to sooth him but knew that it could contaminate evidence. Instead she settled for giving his hand a gentle squeeze. "The team's on their way. Everything's going to be all right."

Doctor Greenberg sprinted into the room along with another nurse. They bypassed Nancy who was leaning over Rossi and inspecting his head wound and went straight to the genius gasping on the bed.

"He's hyperventilating!" the doctor shouted to the nurse who quickly grabbed an oxygen mask and fitted it over Reid's mouth and nose. The nasal canula that he'd had before was lost somewhere in the bed sheets. "Dr. Reid?" he called while shinning a light into the boy's eyes to check for any further head injury. "I need you to try and calm down. Take deep even breaths."

Emily kept a hold of Reid's hand and coached him through his breaths and kept his attention on her as Dr. Greenberg inspected his injuries. He waited until his patient had resumed a normal breathing pattern before lifting the shredded and bloody gown enough to see the damage beneath. Prentiss saw no change in his expression and she was willing to bet that he was a great poker player.

"We need to move agents Reid and Rossi to examination rooms," he said evenly.

Prentiss nodded. "I'm going to have to seal this room as a crime scene."

"I understand. I'll have your agents transferred to a new room."

Rossi was already on his way to X-ray and Reid was just being wheeled out of his room when the rest of the team arrived.

"What's happening?" Hotch ordered as they walked alongside Reid's gurney.

"Rossi's down in radiology and we're taking Reid to an exam room," Prentiss briefed them. "We need to call in a crime scene unit for the room."

"I'm on it," JJ called as she pulled out her phone.

They followed the gurney to a first floor exam room that they all recognized from their long careers of law enforcement. A room designated for sexual assault examinations. It sent a shiver down their spines at the thought of one of their own being in one of these rooms.

Dr. Greenberg and two nurses gently moved Reid from the gurney to the exam table. He fished out several forms from a drawer and positioned them onto a clipboard before sitting in a chair beside the exam table with a pen in hand. "All right Dr. Reid, I'm going to need you to tell me exactly what happened. I can ask your colleagues to wait outside if you would be more comfortable with talking to me privately."

Reid's eyes widened and he abruptly shook his head, leaning back into the support of his team which had gathered around the exam table. They were all careful not to touch him unless it was over the blanket that the doctor had laid over him from shoulders to toes before they left the blood spattered room. Reid needed his team with him, he'd never felt more alone than when he woke up to see Walker's smiling face above his.

"All right then, just start from the beginning," Greenberg instructed smoothly.

"I- I woke up and there was duct tape over my mouth and… and when I tried to move I realized that my wrists were taped to the bedrails. Then I looked up and saw him," Reid's voice became choked.

"Take your time Reid," Hotch coached from the genius's right. Reid nodded and took a minute to get himself under control before beginning again.

"He'd always worn a ski mask in the…in the cellar, but I could tell it was him." Reid's pale face took on a haunted look. "His eyes… I couldn't mistake them anywhere." He couldn't suppress the shiver that ran up his spine. "He… he sat on top of me and cut my gown away then ripped off all of my bandages. H-he cut all the stitches off the wound on my chest then… ripped it open with his fingers."

Garcia gasped and several of the agents had to close their eyes and use breathing techniques to keep themselves under control. Morgan fought to keep a lid on a boiling rage while JJ choked down a bout of nausea. Reid seemed slightly detached from the narrative, though his voice trembled as he spoke.

"I remember him… licking the blood before he…he uh" Reid's face began to flush as he stumbled over his words.

"It's all right, kid. Just say it" Morgan encouraged.

"He started to suck on the electrical burns." Reid's eyes began to water and his chest hitched slightly. "It… it hurt… a lot. And then there were…fingers inside of me." Tears ran down his cheeks along several of the other occupants of the room. "He took himself out of his scrubs and then he…he…"

"It's okay, Reid. We get the idea," Morgan soothed as he gripped the younger agent's shaking hand as he let out a small sob.

"He was wearing scrubs?" Hotch asked after Reid had calmed down some. The genius nodded, and Hotch filed that piece of information away for later.

"All right, Agent Reid, can you tell us what else happened?" Dr. Greenberg prompted.

"After he'd…finished, he licked the tears on my face and then he bit me really hard on my stomach and left."

"Can you tell me if he wore a condom?" the doctor asked while writing on his chart.

"N-no, he didn't," Reid replied. "He did both other times though."

"Okay, that's all I needed to know," Dr. Greenberg removed the top page of his forms and set them down on the small counter beside the sink.

"You did good, kid." Morgan complimented and received a small watery smile that lasted all of a second but was still much appreciated.

"I'm going to have to ask you to clear the room for the physical exam." Dr. Greenberg said politely as he slipped on a pair of latex gloves and pulled a sheet-covered tray closer to the exam table. Reid's eyes widened in panic and he turned his petrified gaze from the tray to Morgan and then back

"It's all right, pretty boy, I'm not going anywhere," Morgan appeased him, gripping his hand tighter.

"We'll be right outside, Reid." Hotch reassured before the team headed out of the room and closed the door behind them.

"Okay, are you gentlemen familiar with S.A.F.E. examinations?" The doctor asked before beginning.

Reid and Morgan both nodded. It was part of their job to be familiar with the procedure of a rape kit.

"Good, that makes this a bit easier. I'm going to start with a hair sample then move on to swabs. Does that sound okay?" Greenberg asked delicately. Morgan was grateful that the doctor was showing Reid a proper amount of sensitivity.

Reid nodded his consent and Dr. Greenberg fished out a disposable comb from a sealed plastic bag. He gently ran it through Reid's hair and collected any stray strands in a paper envelope, in case they belonged to the attacker. He sealed the envelope after he was done and retrieved several sterile swabs.

"Dr. Reid, can you tell me which side of your face he licked you on?"

Reid gestured to his right check and Dr. Greenberg rubbed the swab across his skin before sealing it and setting it on the counter next to the envelope. "I'm going to move on to the wounds on you're chest, so I have to pull the sheet down to your waist. Is that okay?"

Morgan felt Reid's hand twitch in his and he gave it a reassuring squeeze. "O-okay."

The doctor moved the sheet down to his patients hips studied the fresh bite wound on his stomach and regarded the cut on his chest which had been covered with a patch of gauze to stop the bleeding. It was spotted with crimson stains. He swabbed the bite mark for saliva and sealed it before pulling a digital camera from one of the drawers. "I need to take a few pictures of your wounds."

Reid nodded then flinched when the flash went off. He closed his eyes tightly as the doctor photographed and documented the wounds that Walker had left behind. When he was finished, Dr. Greenberg taped a fresh pad of gauze to each wound and replaced the sheet up to Reid's chest. He knelt beneath the table and unhooked a pair of stirrups from the bottom, muttering to himself as he pulled them out to their locked position. Reid's eyes went wide.

"All right, I'm going to need you to scoot down the table a little bit and rest your feet on the stirrups." The doctor instructed. Morgan helped a trembling Reid get into position, making the paper covered exam table crinkle with the movement, while Greenberg balanced his casted leg on a stirrup. Reid's face took on a pinkish tinge and he felt very exposed in spite of the fact that he was still covered.

Dr. Greenberg lifted the sheet to his patient's knees and gently spread his legs. "I'm going to do another hair sample and more swabs, okay?"

Reid gave a faint nod, too scared to find his voice. Morgan leaned in close, resting his spare hand on the younger agent's shoulder.

Reid vaguely saw the doctor unwrap a small comb before he felt it brushing through his pubic hair, again looking for anything that may belong to Walker. Dr. Greenberg then took up another swab. Reid hissed as he felt the rough cotton rub against the burn on his testicles. Morgan's grip tightened and the doctor uttered a quick apology.

"I'm going to begin the internal exam now, all right Dr. Reid?"

The genius's eyes got impossibly wider and his chest began to rise and fall rapidly in panic.

"It's gonna be okay, Reid. Just stay calm." Morgan soothed, rubbing the tense shoulder under his palm. Reid swallowed back the taste of bile in his throat and gave a shaky nod.

"You're going to feel something cold and then some discomfort. Just try and stay relaxed" Dr. Greenberg instructed.

He winced when he felt the cold lips of the speculum press against his abused entrance and whimpered as it pressed into his body. Morgan pulled the boy close against him and Reid groaned into his chest as the speculum was opened. The morphine that ran through his veins was evidently not enough to combat the searing cold fire inside of him. "Shh, just relax and breathe through it, Reid" Morgan coached. "I've gotcha."

"Hurts," Reid whined into the cotton of the larger man's tee shirt.

"I know, pretty boy. But it'll be over soon."

Reid felt the cotton tip of a swab brush against his torn inner walls and cracked open an eye to watch Dr. Greenberg seal the Q tip covered in blood and semen in a plastic cap. He repeated the process several times.

"All right, we're done with the samples, but several of your internal stitches have torn, and I'd like to give you something to make you fall asleep before I repair them." The doctor explained. Reid was quick to agree, the pain inside of him was beginning to grow beyond what he could stand. Dr. Greenberg pulled a syringe from a locked cabinet and injected it into the genius's IV port. Morgan held Reid tightly until the drugs took affect and the trembling in the tiny body against his ceased as he slipped into the welcomed unconsciousness.


"How the hell did this happen?" JJ fumed as she watched the crime scene crew comb over the bloody bed that Reid had been tied down and tortured on only an hour and a half ago.

Hotch had just returned from Rossi's room and his face was set with grim lines, the bags under his eyes more pronounced than ever. "He was dressed as a doctor. Dave said that he introduced himself as Dr. Thomson and that the nametag on his lab coat matched his alias."

Just then Emily ducked under the crime scene tape and headed towards them. "A Dr. Paul Thomson in pediatrics reported that his locker had been broken into two days ago and that a lab coat and a pair of scrubs were stolen."

"Damnit" Hotch swore.

"And no one felt the need to tell us about that?" JJ asked, her tone accosted. She had the look on her face that meant that someone was getting fired.

"Evidently not," Emily said dryly, her gaze avoiding the bloody bed.

"How could he do all this while we had two agents with him?" Garcia asked, blotting at the tear stains on her plump cheeks with a vintage hanky, her tone was unaccusing.

"I left to grab a sandwich from the cafeteria at 8:30 and returned a little before nine to find Nancy screaming in the doorway" Prentiss recounted.

"Dave said that Walker came in a minute after you left," Hotch explained. "Then when he suspected that he was hinky, he hit him over the head with something and knocked him out." He paused for a second. "He had over twenty minutes alone with Reid."

The statement fell flat on the room and everyone had to work to keep their minds from replaying the horrific images they'd seen on the videos.

"I've got a clean image of Walker off of the security cameras," Garcia said, breaking the silence and turning her hot pink laptop around for the others to see.

"No wonder no one recognized him," Prentiss observed. "He's completely changed his image."

"Can you get this circulated by morning?" Hotch asked JJ.

"I'm already on it," she replied, cell phone pressed to her ear. "With luck it'll make the eleven o'clock news."

"Good," Hotch said, his voice hard and eyes smoldering as he stared at the image of Walker. "Because I want this bastard caught yesterday."


Ooooo, that last line made me all tingly. Okay, so here's the deal. There one little detail about the end of this story that i'm still up in the air about and have decided to leave it up to you guys. Should the unsub be brought to justice? or would you rather he died an ugly death? Feel free to be as graphic in your response as you please :)

BTW: S.A.F.E stands for sexual assault forensics examination, for those of you who don't know, and is commonly referred to as a rape kit. What I wrote up here was sort of an abridged version of this.

Good luck with finals my fellow students! If you don't hear from me in a couple weeks don't be allarmed! I'm not dead, just fucked up a creak without a paddle for my exams. I will try to get another chapter up within the week, but you know how that goes.

As always, thank you for your reviews.

-PancakeMassacre