I really really shouldn't start another Reid fic...should I? *hangs head in shame*
It was the first time Reid had been on a date in ages. The girl, Abigal, was cute. She had rosy cheeks and blond hair pulled into a pony tail. She called him Spence. He wasn't used to it,and he liked it.
Garcia had been the one to set them up. He at first protested, majorily. But then was pratically forced into it by both her and Morgan.
"I swear you two are in this together," he growled as they made him get into the car.
"Oh yes, it's a conspiracy," said Garcia with a twinkle in her eye. "Now go, before that poor girl thinks she's stood up."
He had been shy on the date, but he had to admit it felt good to be out with someone. Normally he would have been inside on a Saturday night curled up with a science fiction book.
She did most of the talking. He didn't mind. What happened next he wished desperatly not to remember.
They came out of no where. Big hulking men. They wore leather jackets and carried chains with them. It was their smiles and eyes that terrified him the most, he had seen it on many UnSubs...the look of evil.
The clouds rolled in with the danger as they surrounded them. The girl was already crying in fear. He had to protect her. He scooted in front of her, his eyes flashing daggers at them.
They laughed at that.
"You think you, puny man, can protect her?" One of them chuckled.
"I can try," he growled and pulled out a gun.
Their eyes widened with surprise.
"You carryin' a gun little man?"
"I'm an FBI Agent," said Reid as he held out his badge. "Whatever you're thinking of doing I suggest you change your minds now." His voice shook, damn it!
They started laughing.
"Really?" One of them snickered. "You want us to change our minds now?" They roared with laughter. He was caught off guard when one of them snuck up from behind and grabbed his date, who screamed in terror.
That was enough for one of them to snatch the gun away and point it at him.
"You're really gonna want to see this," the man with the gun laughed as two men grabbed his arms and pulled them into an alley.
"Stop it!" He struggled as he saw them throw her on the ground. The poor girl was sobbing. He felt a knife press against him and one of the men sniffed his neck and breathed into his ear.
"You smell good pretty boy," the man laughed. He shuddered. Morgan had always called him a pretty boy but this time he knew it meant something entirely different. "I've never had an FBI Agent before."
They were quick with her. He had to watch, though. He struggled as they abused her, and then he closed his eyes when the stabbing began. But he could hear her gurgled screams, her pleading them.
No, no no This wans't happening!
He could tell it was him they really wanted. They flung him onto the ground and he heard the cracking of his ribs. He was terrified when they ripped his clothes, treating him like he was some kind of animal. He turned his head and stared at the dead body of his date. She was such a good person too. He didn't know her long but she didn't deserve that kind of fate.
He cried out in pain as one forced their penis into his anus and another one forced theirs into his mouth. He didn't want to please them by any means, please these monsters, but the struggle to survive was strong in him. he had to survive. he couldn't let them win.
Finally they released him from their death choking grip. There were bruises on his neck, scatches on his face. And blood everywhere...his blood mixing in with hers.
They took their time stabbing him. They twisted their knifes this way and that. The pain cut into the skin. Blood trickled down his body. And finally they were finished.
All of them left, high fiving each other as if they had won a game, and left him there bleeding to death. It started to rain. He watched the water wash the blood downstream and prayed for someone to find them...prayed for this nightmare to end, and even prayed for the quick release of death if it meant this agonizing pain would stop. But he wasn't so lucky.