OK guys, I'm back... Anyway to answer a concern that was brought to me last update, No I am not doing a Character Death and you may find I never will or will I...

Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds or it's characters. This hasn't made any profit from this purely for entertainment purposes only.

Warning: Blood + Gore, Swearing, maybe future drug use.

I was beginning to feel numb in my finger tips and I almost pleaded with Peter to help. Peter stood there obviously weighing his options, when finally he grabbed the crowbar and hit his father over the head and this time it worked the father was out cold but Peter didn't stop he kept hitting his father relentlessly, I should've stopped him there and then but I couldn't help but be glad the guy was getting what he deserved. I thought quickly, how to get my team here as quickly as possible. Then it hit me, they would have gotten Michael's phone number I just need to find his phone. I scramble to my feet but soon lose the ability to hold myself up, the pain was too much but I couldn't give up when I had come this far. I reached out my weak hand and started to pull myself across the floor. I felt a seizing pain go through my body every time I dragged my body further towards the metal door. Luckily Michael left the door opened, he was obliviously too enraged with the fact Peter was helping me. The room that lay next to this one was the kitchen. It looked so normal out here, the room was painted a nice light yellow with floral patterned borders. The table was centred perfectly and the cooking area was closely to the right. I slowly clawed myself towards the benches that had a bunch of papers and other things cluttered on it.

As I got to the bench, I slowly reached for the top and pulled myself up to look through the cluttered mess. I lifted papers and searched through the rubbish and objects that laid on the bench-top. I couldn't find the bloody phone anywhere on the bench. I lowered myself to the floor, ignoring the stomach pain that surged through my body. I yanked open the cupboards, rummaging through the other lot of rubbish that emerged. Nothing, not even a phone charger laid within this kitchen. I could hardly think straight, my mind was swimming with different thoughts and also the surge of air rushing back to my head and body. I looked around; where else could he keep his mobile phone. Then it hit me of course, where else would he keep it. My eyes lay on the closed door just across the room, it must lead to his bedroom, and there were no other doorways except for the bathroom one that lay wide open. I tried to think of a quicker way to get across the room, my legs were unstable and I would fall over as soon as I got up. There, right next to the fridge, laid a long and thick cane. I crawled over to grab it when I finally figured out its true purpose. The cane was covered in blood smeared on over the relentless beatings Peter was going through every day.

I hoisted myself to a standing position and took my first step at an uneasy stance. I finally felt stable enough to start taking steps towards the other door across the room. I heard the repeated cries from the other room that I once resided in. I wasn't sure whether it was Peter or Michael but I didn't really care at that point, the best thing I could do was get help here as quick as possible and the best way to do that was to send for my team. I staggered towards the door, balancing my weight so I wasn't to fall and cause more pain through my body. The closer I came, the more I thought of returning and seeing the faces of my team, my family. Oh god how much I wanted to see them, to tell them that it wasn't their fault, that they helped me came through this ordeal. I was almost in too deep of thought to realize that I had actually made it too the door. I pushed the door wide open and my eyes laid on the grime infested room. The kitchen and dining area, I could now see was just for show, this room was the truth that lay hidden beneath the surface. It was messed beyond cleaning, my hopes dropped. How was I supposed to find the mobile phone in this mess? He must have kept it close, somewhere where he could easily reach it.

I skipped over the piles of garbage that riddled the floor towards the side tables. I looked over the tops, picking off the bits and pieces that covered it. When finally it was there, I felt my heart skip a beat, it was Michael's phone, I had found it.

I turned on the phone, if I knew Garcia and I did, she would be keeping a look out for Michael's phone no matter how slim the chances were of actually it appearing on one of her screens. I left the phone on the side table and quickly moved myself out of the room. My head started spinning, how much blood had I lost? I know I had gashes on my stomach and also that… carving across my stomach, the burns would have bled a little bit and also the hits I endured. What else? I couldn't think anymore, my head felt heavier and black spots were forming in my sight. I almost raced to that room, to find Michael out cold and Peter sobbing next to him. As I got closer I realized what Peter had done, what I had done, Michael wasn't breathing anymore. Peter had beaten him to death and I had let him, I had just let him to continue to beat his own father out of pure vengeance. I slowly lost my footing; the cane was of no support to me anymore. I collapsed to the floor the black dots now became shades, soon the shades became darker and darker. The last thing that I could obtain with my eyesight was Peter's face coming over and then the loud bang that finally put me into a deep and seemingly endless sleep.

1 hour later

The waiting and anxiety that they all felt was nearly unbearable. Waiting for the news that they had been waiting for almost two weeks now. They found him; they found him when they thought the worse for him. He laid there in the middle of the room, in a still state of sleep but still alive. Of course they couldn't say that for the other two, the father, Michael, was beaten to death and Peter, his son, had committed suicide, he stuck a gun right under his chin. The blood of Michael and Peter smeared the room in splatters, with traces of Peter's brain in little chunks that almost made Emily and JJ hurl. But they couldn't believe their eyes, Reid was alive and right before them within arm's length. JJ and Emily couldn't help but stray a tear at the sear joy of seeing him but it wasn't in the best of states. Reid laid there barley breathing and blooding across the floor. They could all see the blood drip from the many cuts and wounds across his skinny and bony body.

"Reid," Morgan rushed over to his friend, "Can you hear me Reid?"

There was no reply yet, only the slow and wheezing breathing that came out of their friend.

"Where the hell is the ambulance?!" Hotch shouted back to the other agents that came along with them.

The ambulance hadn't showed up yet and they were all growing impatience with it. Where the hell was the ambulance?

The ambulance soon showed up, they rushed Reid to the ambulance. They paramedics demanded only one person ride with them.

Morgan of course said he would with them. He now felt like he was failing Reid and now he was trying do everything within his power to get Reid through this.

At The Hospital

They waited for good news to come. They called Garcia, of course she said she would come over as soon as she could, well there was no denying that they told her to stay back but she refused and was now making her way over. They were expecting her any minute; it wasn't much of a drive.

They all waited nervously for the doctor to come out. It was silent, no one spoke a word. Until JJ looked up to the team.

"Do you think that he'll be alright?" Before they could reply the doctor walked in.

They all got a look of his face and it wasn't a positive look either. His face looked grim and that sent fear down their spines.

They rushed towards him, hoping that the term, 'Don't judge a book by its cover' actually applied in this situation.

"Family of Dr Spencer Reid?" He asked, his voice didn't convince them otherwise.

"Yes?" They all said at once.

"You are all his family?" He asked, he looked over at Morgan for a moment and then back to the rest of them.

"Yes we are his family,"Hotch asked the man, "Is he alright?"

He looked at them all. What was he going to tell them? Was Reid ok?

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