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Reid hit his hands against the metal door again and again. He didn't even feel the nail slice in to his hand and it was too dark to see the blood smeared on the steal. After what felt like an eternity Spencer slowed down, and after one last weak bang he fell to the floor. He was glad that the team had their eyes covered as he sat defeated. Suddenly without warning vomit rose in his mouth and his eyes filled with tears. Every cell in his body ached, but it was nothing to the agony he was feeling.

"Are you alright Spencer?" the man said. Reid didn't answer; he had nothing really to say. The young profiler just sat in the dust and closed his eyes. Suddenly he sat up as he felt a hand on his shoulder. His back hit the door and he looked up at the man. Suddenly he saw his face for the first time. He had dark hair and dark eyes. His skin was pale, and looked almost transparent in the moonlight. Reid didn't know him but there was something incredibly familiar about his face. This scared Spencer.

"Are you alright?" he repeated in a whisper. "You're being very quiet, and we haven't finished the questions yet".

Reid bit his bottom lip as he used the wall to hoist himself to his feet. As he did he felt the gun press in to his back and his mind began to race. As he stood, breathing heavily with the pain he was careful not to let the weapon become visible. The man stood staring at him as his face screwed up in pain.

"You look like you're in a bit of pain there Spencer"

"I'm fine"

"Are you sure, because if you want I'll drive you to the hospital and your friends can just hang out here. No pun intended" he mumbled with a slight laugh.

"I said I was fine" Reid snapped

"Hey hey Spencer, don't push me" the man stared at him for a few more seconds before turning around. Reid didn't think about what he did next her just acted.

He swung his arm back and grabbed the gun from his pants. But before he could even think of shooting he had a gun in his face. His shoulders sank as the man laughed.

"You think I'm an idiot Spencer?" and with a single fluid motion he smacked him across the face. Reid just managed to keep himself on his feet but his vision blurred.

"Drop the gun Spencer. NOW!"

Reid didn't move at first then throw the gun across the room. He never swore but at that moment he wanted to scream.

"I thought you understood by now I don't like when things don't go my way. Especially after what happened to Jennifer"

"What?"

"You're a genius Spencer have you not figured out I've killed her yet"

Reid's entire body went numb and he began to shake. Tiers fell freely from his eyes but he refused to believe it. Then he just stopped thinking.

The man's head was turned and he took his chance. He threw his fist out and hit the man on the back of the head. His head went forward and his arm went down. He turned around quickly and Spencer hit him again. Before he could act he hit him again. Reid's hand tensed up in pain but he didn't let it show. He just thought of his team, and all they'd been through. He knew any of them could fight someone so why not him. He hit him again but this time he was ready for him. The man threw up his hand and grabbed Reid's arm. He pushed it and twisted the profiler on to his bad leg. Reid cried out in pain as he wildly threw out his arms again. He caught the man in the ribs and his attacker bent over. The man didn't take it he through his arm and mimicked the action on Spencer's rips. His rips were already severely bruised and he heard them crack. He screamed out and fell to the ground. He lay there defenceless as the man kicked him again and again. He felt more ribs break and then his nose as the man moved to his head. His ears rang and he was aware of nothing as blood rang down his face. He kicked out his uninjured leg and swiped them underneath the man's legs. He lost his footing and fell, landing Reid's injured limb. Reid felt the bone in his leg break through his skin as the man's weight pushed down.

"SPENCER STOP FUCKING WITH ME" he yelled as he slapped the profiler across the face.

Reid could see or hear nothing; he just waved his arms around hoping to hit something. His fist made contact with the man's stomach. He yelled again and reached out for his gun but Reid's fist hit his stomach again. Giving up on the gun he grabbed hold of Reid's neck and pushed down. Reid's adrenalin was working so fast he through his injured leg without thinking and hit the man between the legs. He let go of him and as Reid tried to get up he head-butted his tormenter.

"SHIT SPENCER!" he screamed and fell to his side. Reid rolled away from him and pushed himself to his knees. Reid blinked repeatedly to clear his vision and he began to make him out. He was bent over too, breathing heavily. Reid's mind flashed to the countless times he'd seen Morgan do this and mimicked him. Screaming out with pain and anger he ran forward and tacked his opponent. Not being quite as strong as Morgan it hurt him a lot and they both fell. Reid felt the gun against his leg. He reached for it quickly but so did the man. Both hands clasped on to the cold metal, and it was lifted off the ground. The man was stronger and the gun levelled on Reid's face, but not for long. White hot pain shot through his wrist but he pushed harder. The gun began to move again and then a bullet was fired…

Review away please – Time for Reid to kick some ass me thinks