Here's the first chapter to Unfortunate! The story overall is rough and short, and I'm still working out silly little kinks, but I believe it looks decent enough to throw on out there. It's in Lucy Hayes, an OC, point of view. I do not own any CM characters. This takes on the future, way after season 9, and is all made up (so if any of this jazz happens to be on the show in the next few seasons, it wasn't me). Apologies for the long intro, but here it is!

Enjoy, and be sure to review!


What are the odds of falling for an FBI member, who happens to be victimized in a kidnapping you're victimized into also? What are the odds of him feeling the same way? Well, I'm stuck in a bit of a problem.

This guy, an intelligent, silly, charming guy, is named Dr. Spencer Reid, and I'm average, quirky, awkward Miss Lucy Hayes. And I can't believe I'm saying this, but we must fit like a puzzle piece. And we connect in more than one ways.


A pitiful holler escapes the maw of a young, scrawny-yet-strong male as he is repeatedly smacked in the jaw with the butt of a pistol. His dark eyes are pressed shut, and his jaw clenched. He is obviously in pain, and I feel terrible for just sitting here helplessly while he gets the shit knocked out of him.

"Where are the rest?" The torturer hollers into the victim's face. He stares at him, huffing and puffing like he might explode at any minute.

"I don't know what you mean." The guy gasps weakly, his head lolling to the right a bit. The man with the gun just continues to hit him, one side of the face to the next, leaving bruises and splitting into his face.

"You know what I mean. Don't play that game, Reid!" He snaps, crouching down to the weakened male, Reid, who is strapped into an old wooden chair. He grabs either side of his chin with a single hand, jerking him to meet eyes. The armed man stares at him, waiting for Reid to meet his eyes. But the poor guy can't, because he's drifting in and out of consciousness without his will.

"How do you-" Reid is cut off by the man slamming his elbow to Reid's temple. Reid jerks to the left, gasping for the air he can't seem to find.

"You know how! You were the one who tracked me down and captured me, along with your little pals back at the place you work." He punches Reid again. "And that little bitch of yours over there was one of your teammates, too!" He screamed into Reid's face.

"Wh-" Reid stops his chatter to turn to me, his chocolate eyes meeting mine. "I don't know her, she-" He pauses to breath, "isn't with me."

"What the hell do you mean?!" The man stands straight, turns to me, and storms over. He has an awkward walk, like one leg is shorter than the other. He grabs me by my long hair and yanks me up. The handcuffs restraining me to the wall jingle, and I have to stay hunched over to keep him from yanking my hands out of my body. "She is that blonde you worked with. She was the one who held me at gunpoint while you negotiated!"

"No..." Reid mumbles, trying to keep his focus on me. I can tell that he's struggling to keep awake, after all the blows he was given. "She's not with me. I don't even know her."

"You useless pile of sh-t!" The man yells. "Stop protecting her." He walks away from me to a table nearby with knives and guns of all types. He grabs something, opens the chamber to the gun, and puts whatever it is into the gun. Spinning the chamber, he clicks it in place and walks back to me. "You tell me who this is or I'll put a bullet in her head."

"Wait-"

Click.

"I don't-"

Click.

I pant heavily, struggling against his grip around my neck, pressing me to the barrel of the gun. Reid fights the ropes restraining him, but it too weak to do much. He squirms and flails about, repeatedly mumbling, "Wait, wait!"

Click.

"Stop. Stop!" Reid screams, pulling against the restraints. The rope leaves burns on his arms from him wiggling too much.

"Two last chambers in this gun. Tell me now, or there's a fifty percent chance she's on the floor."

"Okay!" His strained voice shows he's given up. "Her name is Heidi Larson." He pants, with a saddened look on his face. He's a good damn actor, I'll give it to him. I match the depressed look, trying to fit my role.

"Reid..." I whisper.

He doesn't respond.

The man points the gun to a target nearby, shoots, and there's a loud bang. Reid saved me. I let out a strangled sigh of relief, glancing at him only for a second to see the corners of his lips tip up briefly.

"Heidi, Heidi, Heidi. I should put a bullet in you the same way you did to me. Remember shooting my fucking arm? Yeah? Well, I escaped the hospital, and here I am now, with you and your bitch of a friend with me." He pauses to look at Reid. "Or maybe I should put a bullet in you. Either way, it's a win-win for me. Or, maybe I can put one in both of your skulls?"

With a devious grin, he unhooks the chains holding me to the wall and holds the handcuffs on my wrists behind my back. He leads me to a chair close next to dark-haired Reid and seats me into it. He pushes my shoulder against Reid's and limps back to his table. The deranged man mumbles to himself.

"I'm sorry," Reid tells me with a stressed and unfortunate look on his face. His eyes read that he really does feel sorry.

"Don't worry, we'll be...fine." I whisper back, trying to believe myself. He purses his lips, looking down to the floor to avoid my gaze. I can feel butterflies squirming through my gut, and I tense up to try to ignore them. I can't be falling in love when we're about to be killed!

He only looks back up when he notices that I'm crying. Tears slide down my cheeks and land elegantly on the concrete floor of the dim room. He meets my eyes again and I can see that his are misting also. I lean slightly on him, already comfortable with him even though we've only just met. But what's to worry when we're both gonna die within a minute?

Reid places his head on mine lightly, and I rest on his shoulder with a tiny sniffle.

"I'm sorry," He repeats.

The crazed man interrupts us with his loud grumbling. I lift my head, and we both look in his direction.

The lunatic grabs a different handgun, throws a couple bullets into it, and walks back to us. "You brought this on yourselves." He cocks the gun, aims it to Reid's head, and sighs. "This bullet should go right through you and her, but if not, I've got my backup. She will be dead with you no matter what, don't you worry." And with an evil smirk, he put his index finger on the trigger.

Bang.