Hey! I'm back, I know I've left you with a cliffy, and I'm super sorry! I didn't mean to leave you that long but please stick with me…
Garcia: Are you going to shut up yet!
Garcia, gosh I'm sorry I just have to…!
Morgan: You need to shut up and type! What happened to Reid!
I, but, MORGAN!
Hotch: You disgust me!
*sniff, sniff* I'm sorry! My apologies to you guys thank you so much and I'm going to keep updating more! I just moved and they lost my laptop in the move .
Rossi: You're about to lose something else!
OH SNAP! Disclaimer; I don't own Criminal Minds or any of their characters no matter how many times I wish I did… How's that?
Team: WRITE!
(Italics are flash backs)
Waking up was never Spencer Reid's favourite part of the day, but waking up with the barrel of his gun pressed firmly to his forehead, that was sure to put a damper on anyone's mood.
He knew it was illogical, but shutting his eyes once more he prayed it would wake him and this would all be some nightmare from hell.
"Not a word" The attacker repeated once more as Reid opened his eyes, so much for that he couldn't help but think grimly as the profiler within him kicked into action.
Dressed in black from head to toe, he stood approximately six and a half feet tall, average weight. He looked young, no more than a year or so older then himself. Making mental notes as he went, he noticed something that almost made his heart stop.
"Morning pretty boy" Morgan joked before going back to the file he'd been reading, for minutes the silence continued. Something Reid was comfortable with in the early morning hours, sipping at his coffee and watching the room. Sighing in defeat he looked towards her desk, pulling the photo he now everywhere he went from his wallet, he smoothed the creases and held it in his trembling hands attempting to reminisce the long forgotten joke that was etched into her face through her magical laugh. Emily, beautiful, smart funny, talented, kind, courageous, a large thud brought him back into reality.
Looking around his eyes fell on Morgan, head bowed, elbows resting on the desk as his hands rubbed against his nearly bald head.
Rossi, who had been walking past Morgan, stopped. Scooping up the folder he quickly scanned the pages, his usually smoothed wise face turned into grimaces of disgust, anger, and he almost thought, pain. Placing a warm hand on Morgan's back for comfort he placed the file back on the desk before continuing to his office.
Taking the opportunity Reid snatched the folder away from Morgan who still hadn't looked up, "Emily Prentiss" was written in bold lettering across the cover, taking a breath he gathered himself and opened the folder.
Reading it took away from him, these were her final hours typed onto the page. Every wound he inflicted, every fear she had, every cry of pain, every second she'd been through. Grimacing, he closed his eyes but his mind only worked against him. Painting violent images of what her final hours looked like in his eye lids.
Opening his eyes he looked at a photo of a brand, that was it. A four leaf clover stood out against her pale skin.
His eyes shot open glancing at the ugly mark on the attacker's wrist, his mind going a mile a minute. He was too afraid to wish, to hope to pray but it was the only thing that made sense.
She was alive.
He seemed nervous, as he glanced towards the window for the fifth time when the neighbour's dog howled. Taking the opportunity Reid tore the gun away from him, pistol whipping was never something that he'd thought highly of but desperate times called for desperate measures.
The sickening sound of metal hitting flesh rang out into the dark of the night as the body fell to the ground. Quick to his knees, Reid rummaged through the mans pockets, he fell back gasping when he found it.
It was her. Emily. Alive.
The worry was clear across her face, she looked anxious but she was alive.
The smile on his face spread from ear to ear, but it quickly vanished when more voices reached his ears. Of course it couldn't be this easy, he scrambled for his phone as the voices were approaching rapidly. Using his phone he took a picture of the unconscious man and the photo of Emily. Losing time rapidly he typed two words. "She's alive.". Sending it quickly four men burst into the small room, looking at their companion on the floor they quickly started towards him.
Adrenaline pulsed through Reid's veins as he swung at the man's face hitting him successfully, the man stumbled backwards. The other three charged forwards as Reid reached for the gun he'd left on the floor , gasping breathlessly as he was slammed into the book case, calling out when he was struck across the face. He barely noticed the fourth man reaching into his pocket, but a hot white pain seared through his body as the knife was pulled out. Wincing in pain as he sunk to the floor, he barely had time to prepare himself before, for the second time that night, the sickening time of metal hitting flesh rang into the night. Black and white spots blurred his vision as he fell into unconsciousness.
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Morgan: ARE YOU GOING TO TELL US WHAT'S HAPPENING OR NOT!
Oh crap! I'm going to I'm going to! *RUN*