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Reid had no idea where they were. After leaving the obvious bright lights of New York he was lost quickly. He knew they were going north. He couldn't be sure for how long either as his hands were tied and he couldn't see his watch. He guessed it must have been 3 hours, if they went much further they would be in Canada. Garcia's head lay on his shoulder as she dozed off. Reid could feel his eyes drooping as well, but he fought to stay awake. His stomach felt empty and his throat dry, he hadn't eaten or slept since yesterday. Finally he couldn't fight it anymore and he drifted in to a light sleep.
When Reid woke the sun was just raising. He jumped up suddenly, waking the still sleeping Garcia, as he noticed his hands were no longer tied. The taller of their kidnappers sat in front of them holding a gun. For a few seconds they sat there in silence, before Reid and Garcia noticed the helicopter was descending. Reid felt a strange mix of relief and fear as he realised they were faced with yet a other obstacle.
"TIME TO GET OUT!"
As the man shouted, over the deafening sound of the helicopter, he opened the door. Reid and Garcia stared at him in horror.
"WE'RE LIKE 20ft UP!", Garcia yelled in fear.
"WELL TRY AND LAND ON YOUR SIDE THEN", and with a that Reid was violently pushed, followed by a screaming Garcia.
Reid couldn't hear, his voice opened in too a silent scream. He felt like he was falling in slow motion, like he was seeing his death. He felt like it was years, but it was merely seconds before his body hit the forest floor. His body was consumed by pain as his body broke and he descended in too total darkness...
... Morgan swore loudly as he spilt hot coffee on his hand. Grabbing the paper cup he threw it against the wall, spilling the hot liquid across the room. Angered more by the many stares at his outburst the profiler walked quickly toward the board room. Staring at the pictures of the crime scene. Anger built up in him more and more. This was his fault. He waited too long to tell Hotch. What was he thinking. He knew Reid and Penelope, why didn't he see this coming? Suddenly the guilt was too much and using all his strength Morgan punched the wall. Pain shot through his arm but it barely registered.
Morgan didn't hear Rossi walk in, and the older profiler remained silent. Morgan turned and saw him and regretted his outburst.
"Would it help for me to say this isn't your fault?", Rossi asked handing him a coffee.
"Come on man, this is my fault. I should have acted as soon as they didn't turn up for work".
"Morgan, I know you want to blame yourself but that's not going to help find them".
Morgan looked at Rossi, and knew he was right. His guilt didn't go away, but his want for the safe return of his friends overpowered it.
The rest of the BAU team entered the room, and stood around the table.
"So anyone figured out why Gideon's print's were at that crime scene yet?", Prentiss asked the profilers.
"Well I lost contact with Gideon about a year ago, I have no idea where he has been", Hotch said, catching Rossi's eye. They both knew Gideon...
... Reid's head was spinning. Shadows and lights swirled in front of his eyes. Pain filled every inch of his body and he could feel tears rolling down his aching face.
Reid turned his head painfully to look for Garcia. His brown eyes fell on the blonde hair of his friends. Spencer pulled himself across the leaves, the pain in his broken leg causing him to yell out in agony. The profiler put his fingers on the annalists neck. Reid's heart stopped as he felt nothing. Grabbing Garcia by the shoulders he pulled her on to her back. Placing both his hands on her chest he began to push down on her chest.
...29.30.
His lips to hers
1.2
Hands to her chest again.
...29.30.
His lips to hers
1.2
To her chest...
... As Reid struggled to save Garcia in a empty wood, there was no one to save the other dying member of the BAU, who lay drenched in blood and screaming to silence...
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