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CMCMCMCMCMCMCM(Morgan)

Rage clouded my thoughts, seeping up every inch of my body, my soul, my being. How could someone do this? How could someone hurt MY Reid? The man more innocent than kittens and would sacrifice himself for anyone. The young genius with the beautiful hair and the think pink lips- Not now dammit! We have to find Reid.

"Prentiss." I edged, the threat evident in my voice. The man I love No not the man I love, a close friend, a co-worker. Not the man you love. My best friend wasn't going to get beaten and tortured while I sit here with my thumbs up my ass. I wouldn't allow it, not for anyone. And certainly not for Reid.

"Morgan, you need to get better." There was a sigh in her voice, it was almost like she agreed with me, but subconsciously knew she couldn't let me leave for another day. We both knew Hotch wouldn't let me do anything until I was cleared from a concussion.

"How am I supposed to get better knowing what Reid is going through right now, Hell SEEING what he's going through right now! I don't know what type of man you take me for, but the one to rest and get better instead of hauling ass to save his friend is not me. I would think that you of all people would know that." I knew it was a low blow, hinting in on the situation where Prentiss was forced to fake her own death, but I had to use any advantage I could get my hands on.

"One day Morgan." I began to interrupt but she silenced me with her finger. "Then you can go into the field and kick this guy's ass, but you need to be at full health to do that." Her words made sense but a part of me, a very large part, just wanted to get up and find Reid. But knowing that would only make the whole situation worse I decide to just comply.

"Fine." I said, but now without a pout.

"Shit." Prentiss said with a start, "We're getting another video feed."

CMCMCMCMCMCMCM(Reid)

I wake with a start, everything hurts. Oh lord EVERYTHING hurts.

A groan tears out of my throat and I notice how rough it is from screaming- Why was I screaming? One quick movement trying to get out of my chains reminded my of the dozens of whip marks.

The red light on the camera is on. I take this opportunity to attempt to put my teams mind's at ease. I look over, directly at the lens, and attempt to mask the pain and fear that I'm sure is obvious in my features.

"Hey guys," I whisper, my throat hurts to much to talk at a normal volume. "I-I'm not going to break, I'm not weak. I can do this. I love you guys, please, find me soon."

The door the man walked in from before flies open. A loud bang following it as the man storms in.

"I want to play a game." This already seemed bad.

"Well I don't." I knew that wouldn't get me anywhere but I couldn't help myself. I had to at least try.

"It doesn't matter what you want. Our game goes like this, until you learn your name you get this," He holds up a brutal looking knife, "Mixed with this." He holds up a blow torch. And the color drains from my face. Like my whole world stopped and all I could think was, O-oh god. How am I going to do this? How am I going to survive this? I-I can't! I don't know- I-I'm not strong enough!

"So I'm going to ask you, one more time. What is your name?" No way am I going to give into this psycho's game, that's exactly what he wants. I will not break.

"Doctor Spencer Reid." I can barely choke the words out without flinching away in fear, but despite my knowledge of the pain to come, I keep my head high.

"Very well Pet, remember that you dug your own grave." The man seemed generally disappointed that I haven't broken yet. Nevertheless he stepped forward and pressed the blade into my chest, deep, and dragged the blade down.

Leaving a cut about 6 inches long and rather deep I was panting by the end of the first cut. It was nothing compared to the fire though.

As he approached with the blowtorch, it skimmed over my skin and a string of agony followed wherever it went. The flame hovered over the deep cut. Then slammed down into the already aggravated skin.

White spots danced in my vision as my consciousness was floating around in the palm of a psychopath. When the flame finally pulled back I threw up the remainder of whatever I last ate all over the floor.

"Eat it." My pain-dazed mind was confused by what he wanted me to do. Then, a moment or so later when I finally figured it out, I made the whole situation that much worse.

"Fuck that."

CMCMCMCMCMCM(Garcia)

I looked at the delirious and possibly catatonic Reid on my screen as tears poured down my cheeks.

"H-Hotch w-w-we gotta find him." I was sobbing and crying, but I just couldn't bring myself to care. There was never a perfect life out there and I knew that, but if anyone deserved a perfect life, it was Reid. And what do you know? It's the child that all the people in this world almost broke that grew up to save them.

"Garcia would you please meet me in my office after the feed cuts out?" I don't know how Hotch can still keep his straight face through all of this. I can barely keep from throwing a temper tantrum.

"Y-Yes sir." I respond only to hear Spencer yell slurred swears at his captor, and that's when everything went to hell.

The man pulled a metal bar out from underneath a table in the corner of the room and began beating Reid with it. Slamming the pipe into his skin over and over again until Reid was only black and blue and you could hear bones cracking from the blows.

"Oh oh no n-no p-please god n-no." Tears were pouring down my face as I screamed into Hotch's shoulder.

"NO NO NO THAT'S NOT FAIR HE NEVER DID ANYTHING!" I knew the man on the screen beating Reid to death couldn't hear me, but I screamed anyways.

The man continued beating Reid and then set up his leg so that his knee was facing upwards. He whipped the pipe into Reid's knee and a sickening crack followed by an even worse scream ended the beating.

"Teach you to swear at your master, I own you! Get that through your head. Your team is never going to find you." With that the man walked out of the room and Reid finally allowed the only emotions besides pain and fear came overflowing out.

Reid huddled into the corner trying to straighten his knee without hurting. Tears poured down his face and choking sobs caught in his throat.

The strangest part of all though, Reid maneuvered his injured leg in front of him and seemed to bow down almost. I heard his words clearly.

"God, I don't know what I did to deserve this… again. But I have tried, tried so hard to stay strong and.. I just, can't. I can't do it any longer. Lord, I am begging you to give me the courage to survive this. I know my team isn't going to find me, I know I'm not worth an extra thought. But please. Please please please please please. You have to help me survive this. I, I don't want to be the shell of a man if I ever get back to my team again. I won't. Please, have mercy, Amen."

I didn't know it right then, but when the camera flicked off. It would be the last time I saw Reid. For a very long time.

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