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Morgan and JJ pulled up to Reid's apartment complex at about 6:30. He offered to pick her up on his way, so here they were. Morgan turned off the car and turned to her.
"You remember the plan for this 'intervention?'" He asked, though he really didn't need to. It was pretty straightforward.
"Yep, just wait till he's not expecting it, then spring it on him." She muttered, not liking the plan, but not having a better one either. They got out of the car and walked into the building.
JJ knocked on Reid's door, and stood back as she waited for him to answer. Reid opened the door, wearing faded jeans and a band t-shirt, holding a glass of wine.
"Hey, guys!" He said cheerfully, opening the door wider to allow them the enter. They both did, and he shut the door behind them.
"Is Prentiss not here yet?" JJ asked, more to make some sort of conversation than out of any real desire to know. He shook his head, continuing the walk to the kitchen.
"No, but she should be soon. Why don't you guys have a seat?" He gestured to the couch. "I'm going to finish making salsa." He said, and left without another word.
"So, he hasn't tried to kill us yet." Morgan joked quietly. JJ frowned at him. There was a knock at the door and Reid walked out of the kitchen to answer it.
"Prentiss, come in!" They heard Reid say, then Prentiss and Reid entered the living room. She sat down on the couch next to them, and Reid went back into the kitchen. He came back a few minutes later, carrying two bowls. One had salsa and the other had blue chips, the kind that Reid liked. Morgan looked at the food suspiciously, until Reid took a bite of it. That was good enough for him, and he too, took a bite.
"Oh, my God." Reid flinched slightly, but it went unnoticed. "This is awesome! Reid, did you make this?" He asked, eating another chip.
"Uh, yeah, thanks." He muttered, suddenly not as chipper as he was earlier. JJ wanted to ask why, when Prentiss spoke up.
"Huh, I didn't know you could cook." She said, not in an offensive way, but with slight curiosity. He gave her a sweet smile, and said,
"Well, there are a lot of things you don't know about me." Prentiss was reminded of how he was toward her after the Hankle case, and frowned.
"Reid, what's going on with you, man?" Morgan asked, and Reid smiled again.
"You know, I've been waiting for you to ask me that." He said, standing. The tone of voice put all of them on edge. "I thought you would have asked before this, really." He laughed. "Because I have been waiting to do this." He said, and flung his arm out. All three of them hit the wall, and stayed there as he laughed. JJ looked on in horror as his eyes turned black. She couldn't stop the gasp that escaped her lips, drawing his attention.
"What are you?" Prentiss whispered, because this was not Reid. He tilted his head and walked toward her.
"I'm a demon." He hissed, a crooked smile on his lips. He turned and walked into the kitchen, grabbing a knife. "And I'm going to kill you and make him watch." He pointed the knife at the body he was possessing.
"Get out of him, you son of a bitch!" Morgan growled. There was a demon possessing his friend, and he was furious.
"Make me." The thing growled back as it walked toward JJ. Morgan was shouting curses, and Prentiss was trying her damndest to move. He lifted the knife with a gleeful smile on his face when he stopped suddenly and coughed. "Stop." He growled, stumbling back and dropping the knife.
Reid watched, imprisoned in his own mind as the thing controlling him walked toward JJ. "Stop." He whispered, and then shouted it. "Stop!" He wouldn't let this thing hurt his family. He fought harder than he had before, willing himself to drop the knife. Then suddenly, like a rubber band breaking, he was back in control. He knew it wouldn't last, but he was going to make the most of it.
JJ, Morgan, and Prentiss fell to the floor as Reid moved further away from them.
"Reid-" JJ said, but he cut her off.
"I'm back in control, but not for long." He ground out, sounding like he was in pain. "I need you to call this number." He recited a number, and the others tried to memorize it. He then proceeded to pull up the rug to reveal a pentagram drawn on the floor.
"What the hell?" Morgan starred. It was drawn in red spray paint, but there was a space where the line was broken. It looked like it had been scraped at with a knife, leaving the floor exposed. Reid grabbed a canister of spray paint from the closet and sprayed the exposed space, effectively closing the circle. Prentiss starred at the phone number she had written down after Reid said it, wondering what whoever it belonged to could do against a demon. JJ starred at Reid as he stepped into the circle, sitting down.
"Don't let me out of this devil's trap, no matter what I do." He told them, and then passed out. JJ gasped and rushed forward, but Morgan caught her arm.
"JJ, he said-"
"Not to let him out." She finished for him. "But I'm not letting him out, I'm going in."
"Jay-je, he's right," Prentiss said quietly before holding up the phone. "We need to call." JJ, who looked torn between going to Reid and following his order, finally decided that she wanted to be here for the call.
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"Yeah, well, maybe if-" Dean was cut off mid accusation by a loud ringing sound.
"What is that?" Sam asked, argument about pie momentarily forgotten.
"Not mine," Dean said, holding up his phone.
"Not mine either." Sam said as he began to search for the source of the noise. He wound up finding it in the glove box, and realized it was one of Dean's older phones. He answered just as it was about to go to voicemail.
"Hello? Who is this?" He asked, as Dean mouthed 'who is it?'. Sam put the phone on speaker.
"I'm, uh, a friend of Spencer Reid's." A feminine voice on the other end said hesitantly, and sam had a bad feeling.
"And may I ask why you're calling and not him?" He was dreading the answer.
"Something happened, and it's kind of crazy and I have no idea why he asked us to call you, but-" She cut herself off. "He's- possessed." She said reluctantly, and the boys shared a look.
"We'll be there in an hour and a half." Dean said, pushing on the gas pedal. Sam hung up the phone, and looked at his brother.
"How does he always manage to get himself into trouble?" Sam muttered.
"Every hunter knows, the only way out..." He trailed off, letting the end of the sentence go unspoken.
A/N: Tell me what you think? As always, thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed!