Whoops here I am doing another extra before season 6 starts… haha oh well, I have no regrets.

Sweetascherrywine commented on the last chapter requesting a fic circling around Reid with hypothermia and wOW I could not pass up the opportunity. Let me tell y'all, after the Alaska fic, instead of doing a coda I was going to do a whole thing where Reid got hypothermia while they were waiting for the weather to calm down, but I thought I'd put Reid through enough, so I decided to do a happy ending instead.

HOWEVER, I do have a good idea for utilizing hypothermic Reid in another way, so please enjoy another extra fic and please picture boy band Reid once more he is sO important, thank you, have a wonderful day.

PS this was supposed to be one part... but, unsurprisingly, I wrote way too much for it to be a one part story, so it's a two parter

S6 EXTRA 2

PT 1

Reid had learned his lesson while they were in Alaska. After feeling as though he were slowly freezing to death every day of that trip, he'd thrown lots of heavy layers in his go-bag, as well as an extra blanket.

He was not going to go through that shit show again.

So, when they'd gotten a case in Minnesota in the middle of winter, he actually felt relatively prepared for the trip.

The town was tiny, there was one school, a very small police station, and apparently their hospital was more of a small house that provided the only medical option for the town.

Despite the weather being in single digits when they landed, Reid felt relatively comfortable in the amount of clothing he'd worn.

He had a heavy sweater on over a flannel shirt, which was over a long sleeve thermal. And over all that, he wore a long black coat. He'd also brought a hat and gloves. Sure, he looked like a toddler waddling out into the snow, but at least he wasn't shivering.

They'd jumped right into the case, Rossi and he heading to the latest crime scene. When they got out of the car, they were immediately blasted with a cold gust of air. Luckily, Reid pulled on a scarf and was able to stay focused on their case.

The unsub was dumping dismembered bodies in lakes. At the moment, it was unclear what the cause of death was, but there was a lot to unpack with the scene they were staring at.

Reid bent down, looking at the different body pieces that had been found. Each limb had been unattached from the torso and disconnected at each joint. They were still missing her left forearm, right foot, and right thigh, but the rest of the body had been gathered from the lake.

"Cuts are clean, precise, like he knew what he was doing." Rossi stated.

"No hesitation," Reid commented, leaning in towards the body even more so, "he's probably done this before."

"I would say medical experience but considering how many people out here hunt and fish, we could just have a very skilled huntsman on our hands."
"Yeah, and that doesn't rule out anyone." Reid tilted his head in confusion as he noticed a mark behind the girl's ear. With a gloved hand, he carefully moved the head to get a better view of the mark. "Rossi look at this," he moved so the man could see it too.

There was a roman numeral that read "VII" branded behind her ear. It was small, Reid would've missed it had he been further away.

"Seven" Reid stated aloud. He and Rossi exchanged worried glances. This was clearly not the unsub's first kill; this clearly went much deeper than the local police had even expected.

The two made their way to the station to meet up with the rest of the team. Morgan and Prentiss had gone to the morgue, looking at the first two bodies that had been discovered. The ME had noticed a "II" branded behind one woman's ear, and a "IV" behind the other. This confirmed the suspicion that the unsub was numbering his kill.

That meant there were still at least four other dismembered bodies in that lake waiting to be uncovered.

A large amount of the police force, as well as most of the team, headed back to the lake to help look for more bodies.

Reid, on the other hand, stayed at the now empty station, working on a geographical profile. He quickly fell into his rhythm, coloring all over the map to try and narrow down the unsub's location.

The lake was his dumping grounds, but that seemed to be the only consistent thing about him. The women who'd been found had finally been identified via their dental records, and they were from all over the state.

All three had been reported missing, but the places they were last seen were way out of the local police's jurisdiction. It was no wonder no one had connected the cases; everyone knew police forces didn't often communicate with one another.

One girl was last sighted around 150 miles north of the small city they were in. Another was from about 30 miles west and the third from 70 miles east.

The area was way too large; this unsub was going way out of his way to abduct women. And with the one woman having been 150 miles out, that meant his hunting ground was at least 70,686 square miles.

That was almost the size of the entire state, and it could be even more.

Reid's guess was that he'd abduct them, then bring them back to this town, which was where he lived, and then dump them in the river, but there was a lot of uncertainty.

Overall, Reid didn't accomplish much while plotting the geographical profile, and he felt fairly defeated by the time the team got back from the lake.

The team gathered, discussing the profile. There wasn't much they could say about the unsub to narrow down who it could be.

He was clearly organized and confident, and he had a lot of experience either hunting or in the medical field. He was probably white, judging by the fact that all his victims were as well, and in his mid to late thirties. He had a job and a life that allowed him to travel relatively far away and this lake clearly had some importance to him. He was probably relatively tall and strong, since he easily overpowered the women, and his attacks didn't seem to be random.

While these were all important points, the sheriff pointed out that they just described most of the men in town. It was a large fishing town, so most of the people fished or hunted as their job. This would allow for trips around the state fairly frequently, and no one would think it suspicious at all.

By the time the loose profile had been delivered, it was already night, and Hotch wanted everyone to pack it in for the night.

Reid was frustrated with himself, as well as the unsub. It felt like the only thing they'd accomplished today was finding out that this man was a more prolific murderer than they'd realized when they'd first arrived.

The ME had informed them that victim "II" had died about a month and a half ago, but it still didn't tell them much. It was still not clear how they died.

The team split up at the hotel, going into their designated rooms. Everyone looked exhausted, ready to get some much-needed sleep. but despite what Hotch had said about them needed rest, Reid couldn't get himself to stop thinking.

Reid paced around his room, running through all the information they had. But he was coming up completely empty. Frustrated, he let out a sigh, falling down onto the bed in his room.

He rubbed his palms into his eye sockets, willing himself to wake up. There had to be something he could do, anything he could figure out so that they could nail this guy before he killed again.

Exasperated, Reid sat up, glancing out the window. Maybe a walk would clear his head.

It had been a while since his last midnight stroll, having gotten back into a relatively normal sleep schedule since the Alaska fiasco. But something pulled him outside, he felt like maybe if he got outside, he'd figure something out.

He threw on his coat, swiftly walking out his hotel room.

Reid walked out into the night, surprised at how quiet it was. The cold wind quickly numbed his face, but he didn't bother going back for his scarf. He quickly began walking down the road, away from the lights of the small town.

He wasn't sure where he was going, but his body seemed to be leading him somewhere. The dark seemed to blur together until, suddenly, Reid found himself standing at the very same lake where they'd found the victim's bodies.

He didn't know why, but he felt drawn towards the ice. It was thick enough that people could drive their cars out on the lake to fish. They'd seen plenty of that during the day, people's cars sitting next to small huts where fishermen sat. The huts would be built right on the ice and broken down once they finish for the day. They'd drill large holes into the ice in order to reach the fish, in fact that's how they'd gotten the bodies out of the lake.

Reid's head snapped up in realization. That's how the man had been able to dump the body pieces, he was able to do it in plain sight. Dumping body parts through an ice hole would be easy because it was concealed by the hut, and no one would question him.

Glancing out over the lake, he noticed something strange though. There was a hut out there, and there was a light emanating from it. No one fished at night around here, the sheriff had mentioned that earlier. So, what was someone doing out here at night?

Reid quickly whipped out his phone, calling Hotch. After a few rings, the man answered, exhaustion seeping through his voice.

"Hotchner."
"Hotch, I… I think I found the unsub."
"Reid, where the hell are you?!" There was urgency in his voice, but Reid didn't feel worried, just simply intrigued.

"It's like Israel Keyes did once, he's dumping the bodies through a hole in the ice, pretending to be a fisherman…" Reid stepped onto the ice, testing how solid it was. It was clearly fairly thick, safe enough for him to walk on. He took another step, then another, making his way towards the hut slowly.

"REID WHERE ARE YOU-"

"But why would he do it at night, he'd be concealed during the day?" he wondered aloud, more talking to himself than Hotch.
"REID DO NOT APPROACH HIM, WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU"

Reid suddenly heard a scream and he froze in his tracks.

"REID WHAT WAS THAT?"
"She… she's still alive." His heart began pounding rapidly. He could still save her. "Hotch, she's still alive!" Reid quickly shoved his phone into his pocket, not bothering to hang it up, and began sprinting as fast as he could on ice towards the hut.

He was thankful that he'd still had his holster on him and, quickly, he pulled out his gun. He almost slipped a few times, but luckily, he actually had some traction on his shoes, so he managed to keep his balance. As he approached, the sounds of struggle became louder and louder.

It was no wonder he did this at night, he killed them right there on the lake, something they didn't even consider. If he did it during the day, other fisherman would definitely notice.

The hut that the man had set up was not very large, he was going to have to be very careful with how he approached this.

Reid slowed down once he was close to the door. He walked as quietly as he could, sneaking up to the door.

The girl was sporadically screaming through a gag of some sort, he wasn't sure what the unsub was doing but, clearly, he didn't have a lot of time. Taking a deep breath, Reid held up his gun with one hand, getting ready to swing the door open with the other.

He nodded to himself. He could do this, he had to do this, they couldn't afford to let this man get away with murdering another innocent woman.

Reid opened the door, stepping inside quickly. His other hand swung up, helping stabilize his gun.

"FBI put your hands in the air!"
The unsub froze for a second, but quickly positioned the knife he was holding against the woman's throat. She was tied to a chair, duct tape over her mouth.

The unsub was very tall and large, a beard taking up his face with long, unruly hair. He had a wild look in his eyes, annoyed that he'd been interrupted.

To his right was a very large hole cut in the ice.

"Drop the weapon and put your hands in the air!" Reid stated confidently.

"Or what? You'll shoot me and let me slice her throat?" The unsub asked maniacally. "No, you wouldn't want an eighth body on your hands, so you'll do what I tell you."
"If you do anything to her, I will shoot you."
"But if I surrender, I'm going to jail forever, and that's something I can't afford to do"

"If you comply the court won't punish you as harshly"
"Sorry kid, no can do."

The unsub began moving his hand, but Reid fired off a shot before he could hurt the girl. The unsub thudded to the ground, dropping the knife without injuring the woman.

Reid quickly rushed forwards, undoing the duct tape and helping her out of the chair. He glanced at the unmoving unsub, who's blood was pooling beneath his body.

He wouldn't be hurting anyone else ever again.

Reid helped quickly walk the girl out of the hut, relieved to see police vehicles driving over the ice towards where they were. Their headlights shined on them and Reid waved an arm, signaling them that they were there.

Suddenly, the hairs on the back of Reid's neck stood up, and he found himself shoving the girl away from him as an arm wrapped around his neck.

"If I'm not getting out of here, neither are you."

Even with a bullet wound, the man was able to easily overpower Reid. He began dragging Reid backwards, towards the hut.

Reid dug his heels into the ice, attempting to slow the man down, but he simply didn't have enough strength. He tried fighting against his arm, but the man probably had over a hundred pounds of muscle on Reid, as well as almost a foot in height. He was too strong.

The police cars, as well as the familiar SUV pulled up right as the unsub dragged Reid into the hut, out of sight. He heard car doors slamming, as well as the yells of his teammates.

But it seemed like it was too late. The unsub jumped into the hole he'd drilled through the ice, pulling Reid down with him.

All the breath left Reid's body the instant he felt the water's temperature. It was shockingly cold, and it quickly seeped through all his layers of clothing.

He struggled against the man once more, kicking as hard as he possibly could towards air, but it was no use. The man had an incredibly tight hold on him, and they were sinking rapidly.

His eyes were open underwater, looking blurrily towards the surface which was getting further and further away.

The fight quickly drained out of his body as everything began to tingle. His lungs burned from lack of oxygen, but when he instinctually took a breath, the freezing water filling them.

The unsub's grip loosened on him completely, but Reid didn't have the power to push himself back towards the surface. They were too far down, there was no way he'd make it in time.

At least he'd been able to save the girl.

At least it had been him that the unsub dragged down instead of one of his teammates.

He watched as a shadow appeared in the water above him, moving closer and closer towards him. He wasn't sure what it was, but it seemed determined to reach him.

The tingling feeling he'd had all over his body was retreating to total numbness. He couldn't feel anything anymore and he knew that this was it.

Despite the urgent movement of the shadow above him, Reid succumbed to the cold water, allowing his eyes to fall shut.

Darkness took over and Reid let go.

~
Suddenly Reid was sputtering water out of his lungs. He coughed and coughed, feeling liquid slosh out of his system.

He felt incredibly weak and disoriented, barely conscious. He knew he was on his side from the way one side of his face was smushed on the ground, but his whole body felt numb and tingly.

He knew that he should feel cold, but he didn't. In fact, he wasn't even shivering. In the back of his mind, Reid knew that was bad, but he was too out of it to even process what was going on.

Reid must've lost consciousness, because the next thing he was vaguely aware of was that he was moving. He felt a heavy weight on top of him, and something was brushing the hair across his forehead.

However, he couldn't move, his muscles weren't responding to his brain, and he was lost to darkness again.

When darkness subsided once more, Reid was violently shivering. His muscled ached from the uncontrollable movement. He felt his teeth clacking together rapidly.

He dragged open his eyes to slits, only seeing a dark celling. Confused, he tried to move, but only then did he realize that someone was holding him. In fact, it felt like multiple people might be holding him.

Their arms were wrapped around him tightly, keeping him in place, and their bodies radiated the warmth which his lacked.

He lethargically blinked, willing his body to stop shivering of its own accord, but he couldn't control it. His muscles were exhausted, but his body was trying to desperately to generate heat that he couldn't stop the shaking.

Reid's hearing slowly began returning to him, and he began hearing soft voices around him. An accidental whimper emitted from his mouth and the voices stopped. Bodies began shifting around him and a few familiar shapes appeared in his view.

Prentiss and Morgan stared down at him, both appearing relieved that he was awake.

"Hey kid, you with us?" Morgan asked, though his voice sounded far away.

Reid couldn't reply, his jaw clacking together too rapidly for his voice to even work. He nodded slightly, but he wasn't sure if they'd even be able to discern the gesture with how hard he was shivering.

Apparently, they could, because they shared a look of relief in finding out that he was at least partially coherent.

"We need you to try and drink some broth, okay?" Emily stated as Morgan stood up to retrieve it. "It'll hopefully help warm you up a little faster."

Reid nodded again, letting his eyelids fall closed. He felt utterly miserable. He had a pounding headache, along with the full body exhaustion from all the shivering, and he truly just wanted to pass out once more.

But Emily gently shook him, willing him to stay awake. He dragged his eyes open again, blearily looking at her.

"Come on, let's sit you up." She grabbed hold of his quivering body, which was wrapped in many layers of blankets, and pulled him to a somewhat upright position. He would've fallen right off the bed if she hadn't wrapped her arms around him, holding him against her chest.

Once he was upright, he noticed that they were in one of the hotel rooms. His brows furrowed in confusion; shouldn't he be at a hospital?

Then his memory returned. The town they were in didn't even have a hospital, and with how long he'd been in that freezing cold water, he'd guess that they didn't have enough time to drive him to the closest hospital while keeping him alive.

They were trying to warm him up themselves.

Morgan reappeared in his vision, carrying a cup. He sat down in front of Reid, holding the cup full of steaming broth.

Reid was going to try and grab the cup, but his arms were trapped below the blanket bundle. Plus, it would probably splash everywhere if he even attempted holding it.

Morgan held the cup to his lips, and Reid attempted drinking the warm liquid. He felt immediate relief at the heat, feeling the warmth pool in his stomach. He wasn't able to take very big sips, but after a while, he managed to get the liquid down.

Though Reid was still wracked with shivers, they'd definitely calmed down some, and he knew his core temperature had risen some.

A few minutes after Reid had ingested the broth, he began to drift. However, before he could fully fall asleep, Morgan took out a thermometer, gently placing it under his tongue. When it beeped, he looked relieved, if not still a little worried. Reid closed his eyes, finding himself disinterested with the results; he just wanted sleep.

"94.2 degrees," he stated, looking at Prentiss, who was still positioned behind Reid. "still low, but at least we've almost got him to the 'mild hypothermia' stage." Prentiss snorted from behind Reid.

"Yeah, just a few more hours of shivering for him, right? He's gotta be exhausted already…" She held him a little tighter against her body and Reid leaned back towards her warmth.

He heard some rustling around before he was being moved once again. They laid him down flat on the bed again, but then began undoing his blankets.

Reid felt the colder air from outside his blanket bundle and he whimpered inadvertently. However, a warm body suddenly wrapped around him, pulling his body close to them. His head was tucked underneath the person's chin, and he instinctively curled up into a ball against their chest.

It was only then that Reid realized he wasn't wearing a shirt, and he seemed to be just in his boxers. He dismissed the thought though, too out of it to be embarrassed.

The blankets were tucked around him and the other body, and Reid sighed in relief at the new heat that was being trapped. His shivers were still there, but they seemed to be lessening more and more.

Despite the tremors running through him, Reid managed to quickly succumb to sleep, pressed against his family member.

I hope you enjoyed Reid being a little bit of a dumbass...
like I said before, this shall be two parts, and part two is already like halfway done, so hopefully i'll have it up by tomorrow!
I really hope you liked this fic, I had a hard time deciding how to write it, but I am pretty happy with how it's turned out so far
have a great day!

sidenote: MGG really kept us fed on halloween with his ig content and I really value that, he's such an icon and also his freaking interview he did on the talk was sO precious, I love him