I know that all the BAU, except JJ was in the prologue. But as the doctor would say, the future can change.

Criminal Minds. I own it? Never!

Garcia didn't have a chance to react. She didn't even hear him come up behind her. She was banging on the door, praying for it to open and reveal her genius. It was a second between hearing the creek of the floor board behind her and feeling the hand across her eyes.
Garcia screamed out but was silenced by a injection to the back of the neck. She felt her eyes droop and her legs go weak. The tech then fell in to darkness...

... Hotch was in more pain than he ever had been before. He couldn't even open his eyes. He strained his ears, blindly hoping to hear one of his friends. But nothing. Hotch felt his fingers start to move, and stretched them towards his seatbelt buckle. As he felt for it,
he suddenly realised he was hanging upside down...

...Morgan could feel glass in his hands. He was having trouble breathing, as he spat grass out of his mouth. The profiler opened his eyes and looked down at his bloody hands. Morgan turned around so he was on his back. He then realised the car was up-side down.
His heart stooped as he saw his life-less friend hanging above him...

...The metal was pressing down on Rossi's legs. He couldn't even feel his feet. He opened his eyes and painfully turned his head to look at Hotch.

"Aaron... Aaron". Rossi smiled as he heard his friend mumble.

"Morgan are you alright?".

"I'm fine Rossi", Morgan said, Clearly in quite a lot of pain.

"Prentiss". But there was nothing. "Prentiss"...

...Reid looked at the man in front of him.

"Who are you?", Reid said limping forward.

"You don't know me Spencer. But I know you. I know you better than anyone". The man stood with his back to Reid. Reid could only he was tall. He wore a black suit, and had long dark hair.

"Who are you?"

"Do you think repeating yourself will make me tell you?"

"What have you done to Garcia?". Reid felt a shiver run down his spine as the man laughed.

"Penelope... Penelope"

"Where is she?", Reid shouted forcing his leg to stop limping.

"Woo Who's just grown a spine. You can't fool me Dr. Reid. You're not a brave man"

"I am when my friend's in danger!"

"Well It is your fault Spencer. I warned you not to involve your team. And know you've killed her".

"STOP IT"

"NO"

Then it went dark. Reid quickly backed himself against the wall, straining his ears, but he could hear nothing. Before he could consider how afraid he really was the light's were suddenly back on. And he was alone in the room. Reid turned around, checking every corner of the room. Reid was scared, but now he knew at least there was a way out. Reid now had a real look at the room. It looked just as run-down and uninhabited as the rest of the house, except for two chairs, one of which had chains hanging from it.

Then it went dark again. Reid felt more venerable then ever as he stood in the centre of the room. Reid felt hands on his shoulders and he was pulled towards a chair. He tried to fight but his injured leg was too painful. The wind was knocked out of him as he was thrown in to the chair. His right wrist was strapped down first, as his left punched furiously any part of the UnSub. When he was finally strapped down, he heard a voice through the darkness.

"You know I've regretted watching my little helpers having all the fun with you and your friends".

"Where's Garcia?"

"You know I'm beginning to lose my patience. I've gone to a awful lot of trouble to get you here and you want shut up about that stupid geek".

"What do you want with me?". The light suddenly went back on, and the man had his back to Reid.

"Now that's finally a good question. If even a little stupid. What do I want with Dr. Spencer Reid. I want you to know pain".

"Why. What have I done to you?"

"What have you done. WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!"
Reid felt blinding pain as he was punched in the face. He tasted blood in his mouth and spluttered. He blinked, trying to clear his eyes of tears so he could get a look at the man but it was hopeless. The blow to his chest made him feel physically sick, and he fell forward.

"You'll understand soon enough why I hate you".

Then darkness. And Reid felt cloth being strapped across his mouth.

"You were a gift Spencer. A beautiful thing. I've watched you. Your fingers running through you brown hair. Your insufferable stupidity matched with your brilliance. The way you don't even understand that all your so called friends mock you. Spencer Reid the joke. The freak of the BAU. Always alone. Alone as a child. Alone now. Your cravings. Your lust for those drugs. Going back to that flat, to think about your pathetic life".

His voice pierced Spencer's ears. And Reid didn't know how to react to his words.

Then the light was back on. The man was now standing in front of him. In his hand he held a long knife, that glinted as it hit the light.

"Would you like me tell you this hurt?".
Reid didn't nod. He wasn't giving him the satisfaction. He was busy trying to focus his eyes.

"That's childish Spencer".

He plunged the knife in to Reid's stomach, and the profiler screamed against his gag. Pain shot through his body, and warm blood covered his dirty shirt.

"I wouldn't worry. I haven't hit any organs. You'll have a wait till you bleed to death. Time for you to do me a little favour".
The man stretched forward and pulled down Reid's gag the once again turned away. Reid spat blood from his mouth and coughed.

"A favour?"

"I want you take this gun and shot a member of your team". Reid saw him pull a gun from his left pocket.

"What. I want do that".

"If you don't Spencer. I will kill them all, except you of course. And it will be far from painless. And you know I'm telling the truth. Chose one, and the rest will be spared".

Again he was plunged in to darkness. And he felt hands undo the chains around his wrist's.
As the light went back on Reid quickly jumped to his feet. He searched the room for the man, but nothing. His eyes fell on a gun by his feet. With shacking hands he lifted it up. He then noticed a bandaged and shirt sitting on the opposite chair. Though he regretted it, Spencer picked up the bandage. With a stab of pain through his torso, he lifted up his shirt and viewed his wound. "God". Reid didn't stare at it for long. He quickly wrapped the bandage around his stomach. Reid grinded his teeth together, as he slipped the shirt off his shoulders. Reid began to feel lightheaded, and grabbed out for the chair. Before he could stop himself Reid leant forward and was sick. As he was wiping his face, quite embarrassed, there was a noise behind him and he quickly turned around. The door to the room had opened, and he heard Garcia shouting. Reid took a second to make his bad decision. He
placed the gun in the back of his pants, concealing it with his shirt, just as Garcia entered the room.

"Thank God Reid. Are you alright?".

"I'm fine Garcia. Let's get out of this house. Now".

"I'm right behind you".

Garcia walked straight to the door. Reid resisted the desire to sit down and never get up again. Instead he limped towards the door, feeling the gun pressing in to his back. What am I suppose to do?

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