Hey everyone, here is the new fanfic for you all. It will get updated daily and I hope you enjoy it. The rating may go up later but I'm not sure. This will feature some of my most horrific stuff yet. At least I think so.

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All mistakes are my own

Morgan moaned as he came out his sleep. Someone had knocked on his door. He slowly got out of bed and looked at his alarm clock. It was three am in the morning. Getting to his feet, he brushed his hand over his head and made his way down the stairs. He turned on the hall light and looked through the peep-hole. He didn't see anyone at the door. He cautiously opened it and looked out, he took a step on the porch and saw someone sat on his porch swing with a blanket covering them and obscuring them. Walking forward, Morgan looked down and noticed that the person was wearing blood covered converses. His sleepy mind snapped awake. He recognised those converses. He rushed forward and stepped in front of the porch swing.

"Reid," Morgan gasped in horror as he saw that Reid was completely soaked in blood. There was a blindfold over his eyes soaked with blood and a cloth gag covering his mouth. Morgan rushed forward and ripped the gag away from Reid's mouth, he felt sick as he saw that his friend's mouth was sewn shut. He ripped away the blindfold and found that Reid's eyes were sewn shut too. "Oh god! Reid, it's going to be okay. Nod if you can hear me."

He did nothing. Reid did nothing but sit there. No sounds came from him, only the sound of his breathing through his nose came from him. Morgan pulled the blanket down further and saw that blood completely soaked Reid's hair, clothes and body. He rushed inside and grabbed his phone. He frantically dialled 911 and gave them his address. He disconnected the call and dialled Hotch's number.

Hotch pulled up his car on the sidewalk outside Morgan's house. He saw an ambulance in the driveway and paramedics on the porch. He rushed out of the car and to the porch. He saw the paramedics cutting the thread carefully from Reid's eyes and lips. He stopped dead at the sight of the crimson blood covering the youngest of his team. Reid looked like Carrie after the pig's blood except worse. The paramedics tried to get any kind of response from Reid but they couldn't. He simply stared ahead with his mouth shut and blood dripping down from his hair.

He knelt in front of Reid, next to the paramedics. "Spencer, it's Hotch. Talk to me. I need you to say something. That is an order, Reid. Tell me, what happened?"

Nothing. No response came from Reid.

"He needs to go to hospital now," the paramedic said. "He's in deep shock, practically catatonic. He isn't even responding to anything we do. I've tried to get him to walk but he won't do it. Mike, get the backboard!"

Morgan helped the paramedics lay him down on the backboard. They strapped him to it and carried him to the ambulance. "Morgan, I need you to call forensics and see if they can find anything on the porch. I need to go to the hospital with Reid. I'm his medical contact. Call the others and get them working on this. I want to know where Reid went after we left work last night."

"O-Okay," Morgan said shakily. "Hotch, whose blood is that? It's not Reid's blood. There is so much of it. His eyes, I mean who-."

"Morgan, we'll figure this out. Just do what I asked. Get the team on this."

Hotch sat in the waiting room. Garcia had joined him while the rest of the team was working on finding out what had happened to Reid. "He isn't hurt," Garcia said gently to herself. "The blood wasn't his. It wasn't his."

"He's okay," Hotch said to her as he took her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. "Physically, I couldn't see any injuries."

A young female doctor walked into the room. "Spencer Reid?"

"I'm his medical contact," Hotch said immediately before gesturing to Garcia. "Miss Garcia is also allowed to know his medical condition."

"Okay," she nodded. "I'm Dr Bates. Physically, Spencer is fine. A little dehydrated and a few bruises around his wrists but he has no major injuries and hasn't been sexually assaulted. He has some needle marks around his mouth and eyes from when they were sewn shut but it isn't major damage. Mentally, he is severely traumatized and almost catatonic. It's like his body has regressed to only responding to basic human functions. He let a nurse feed him after we had cleaned him up but he won't speak or move unless it is to eat. The nurse described feeding him like feeding a baby. She had to wipe his mouth and tell him to open his mouth. We've taken samples of the blood and he got photographed for evidence. We cleaned him up and gave him a fresh set of clothes. I ran a tox screen but there is nothing in his system. I've never seen so much blood covering someone in my life."

"Will he come out of it?" Garcia asked. "He sees horrific things everyday. What could have happened to make him like this?"

"Whoever did this to him has traumatized him to a level I've not seen during my career. Please, come with me. You might be able to get a response but I'm not hopeful."

Hotch and Garcia followed her to a private room. She opened the door and they all walked in gently. Garcia went to the bed and took Reid's hand. It scared her how he just looked at the ceiling. "Reid, it's Garcia. Can you talk to me? You don't have to be scared. I'm the nice one remember, with the cookies and colours."

Garcia put her hand to her mouth and let tears burn her eyes when Reid simply looked ahead. He looked so lost. Bringing her hand away from her mouth, she stroked it through his clean hair. "Oh Reid, please talk to us."

"I don't know what did this to him but it must have been incredibly horrific. I'm allowing someone to stay with him. Does he have any family?"

"We are his family," Hotch said. "My team will take shifts with him. Can you send the samples to our FBI lab? I want a rush on whose blood he got covered in."

"I'll have it sorted," Dr Bates nodded. "I'll leave you alone. Please call a nurse if you need any help."

Hotch walked over to the bed and saw Garcia begin to cry. He put a hand on her shoulder. "He'll be okay, Garcia. We'll make sure he is. I'm going to find out who did this to him."

Garcia surrounded Reid with teddy bears and colourful items. She also had JJ bring some books down from Reid's apartment. JJ had wanted to stay but they needed her back at the BAU. She had sat with Reid for a few hours and it was time to see if he would eat something. The nurse brought some soup in. They didn't want to risk any solids till they knew the true extent of Reid's state.

"Reid, sweetie. It's time to have something to eat."

She carefully spooned the soup onto the spoon and brought it up. "Open up."

Reid opened his mouth and allowed Garcia to feed him the soup. She struggled to keep herself from getting upset as she fed him. He was like a baby except babies responded to human interaction. Reid just stared and swallowed. She finished feeding him and wiped his mouth. She imagined the old Reid hitting her hand away and asking her to stop fussing about him.

She put the bowl on the small bedside table and looked at him. She jumped as the door behind her opened. Morgan walked into the room and she calmed immediately. He looked upset.

"Morgan, what's wrong?"

"We got the results back from the blood samples. The samples of the blood he got covered in."

"Who's blood was it?"

Morgan looked at her with sad eyes. "The blood belonged to Diana Reid."

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