Disclaimer: If I owned this show there would be alot more Reid whump going on.

Sorry it took so long for an update. I was on a business trip the last few days and couldn't write. Unfortunately for you guys, I am headed out on vacation tomorrow so it might be another week before I can update.

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Reid was frozen solid. In front of his face was the gaping maw of an American alligator and all 74 of its sharp carnivorous teeth. He had watched multiple programs on the Discovery Channel about these ferocious creatures throughout his lifetime, but at the moment all helpful tidbits of information escaped his brain. The only thought running through the genius's head was, "Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit."

He must have pissed off Mother Nature at some point today because she decided to unleash hell's fury in the form of a massive thunderstorm. The rain started pelting down and it obscured his vision. The lightning and thunder crashes started to come almost simultaneously signaling that the worst of the storm was right on top of him. The ground quickly became soaked and the dirt under Reid's fingers changed into mud.

The alligator issued another rumble from its chest which was barely distinguishable from the thunder. The restrained agent tried to calm his breathing down so he could think logically. As his brain cleared he recalled that one program he watched said that if an alligator approaches you, you should run away. They don't have much in the way of endurance and the likelihood of outrunning them on land was very good. Unfortunately, being chained up like a dog severely limited the distance Reid could sprint.

Reid pushed himself up off the ground and slowly planted his feet into the mud. He stood up and looked around to see the best place to run on with the limited length he had available. The genius spotted a propane generator positioned about ten feet behind the tip of the alligator's tail. Perhaps he could climb up on top of it and wait for John to come and rescue him.

Deciding that it was his best option, Reid readied his willowy body for a mad dash around the alligator. The exact second he lifted his foot off the ground another thunderous roar erupted through the sky and distracted the genius. As a result, the young man's left food made contact with the slippery ground and he lost all traction. Consequently, he tumbled down onto his back with his limbs spread wide.

It took Reid a second to get his bearings after falling, but when he did he propped himself up on his elbows. Panic ensued the moment he noticed how close his right leg was to the alligator's vicious smile. Reid watched helplessly as the tip of the alligator's mouth closed around his unprotected shin. He felt the sharp teeth enter his skin and tear the flesh. A painful sound escaped his lips but he tugged at his leg hoping the alligator would let go.

The facts that were fleeting earlier came crashing through his skull. He knew that resisting the alligator was the first step in the right direction. They are lethargic creatures and working hard for their food is unappealing to this species of reptile. He also knew that if worse came to worse he would have to poke it in the eyes, which is the most sensitive part of the gator's body. It would take the creature by surprise and motivate it to release him.

Luckily, the gator seemed to figure out that its prey was larger than it thought and released Reid's leg from its jaws. Motivated by fear and the fact that he didn't want the creature to change its mind Reid jumped up and booked it to the generator. Pushing past the pain emanating from his leg, he struggled to climb up on top of the generator. From his perch he watched as the alligator resumed its previous activity of just sitting on the ground waiting for food to come to it.

Shivering, he brought his right shin up and pealed his pant leg away from the wound. There were six puncture marks where each jaw clamped down, revealing the boarder of the bite. Reid swore the gator looked like he was smiling with satisfaction at the success of getting a small snack from its intended victim. Looking back at the wound he saw that the flesh was torn and a chunk of it was missing. Blood was oozing out of the wound and winding its way in rivulets down his feet. It soon pooled on the generator but was promptly washed away by the rain. Reid decided to rip the pant leg off completely starting from the spot the alligator already tore and wrapped it around the gash to help stem the blood flow.

Reid recalled one last fact that he had learned about alligators while he was sitting there in the rainy misery. He remembered that one of the documentaries mentioned how gator bites are highly prone to infection, and left untreated could become fatal. That thought alone sent a shiver down his spine. There was no way that Reid would be able to sufficiently clean the wound well enough to combat the aggressive bacteria that lived in the alligator's mouth.

John was extremely pissed off. The rain decided to come down when he was the farthest away from the cabin. There was no way that he was going to get home without being soaked to the bone. He had just picked up dinner from Maybell's rival diner and knew he was at least an hour away from home. Cursing Mother Nature, John freed his boat from the dock and set off toward the cabin.

Before this infernal storm decided to pop up his day had been going rather well. He dropped off two gators at Maybell's this morning and picked up the map the FBI wanted him to fill out. Of course John was going to mark the map with places he frequented, but he was going to neglect anything within a five mile radius of his cabin. He laughed at how easy circumventing the FBI was turning out be. Well, it's not like he was giving them any reason to be suspicious of him anyhow.

The agents…just thinking about them turned his mind back to the boy at the cabin. He knew that it was stupid to kidnap and FBI agent, but he couldn't resist. That kid had such a way with words. John had only heard him tell a story twice, but each time he was held completely enthralled.

What worried John was that throughout distributing the punishment to his errant captive he started feeling a sort of attraction develop. He had noticed the boy's effeminate qualities right when he saw him, but last night was the first time he started thinking about how attractive they were. It scared John a little because he had never swam in these waters before. He had only been attracted to women in the past, and this girlish young man had him thinking twice. Could it be that John was just too starved for a woman that anything was looking good to him? Or was he really just captivated with the boy and his stubborn behavior?

Shoving the confusing thoughts from his mind John decided to focus on driving the boat safely through the rain and getting back to his captive as soon as possible.

Reid sat on top of the generator for nearly an hour as dusk grew around him. In that time the storm drifted off into the next state leaving the air feeling heavy and moist. The alligator seemed to be sleeping contently on the cold wet ground. It was still too close to the generator for Reid to feel confident enough to get off without going toe to toe with the reptile again.

His head snapped up when he heard a familiar sound coming from the direction of the passage. It was the unmistakable noise of an airboat thrumming through the water. Reid watched as the boat docked and John's hulking body started to unload his materials. The agent considered yelling out for help but decided against it. John was going to find him soon enough and see the cause of his distress. Within five minutes the hulking man came tromping towards the perched prisoner and his source of anxiety. John stopped within a few feet of Reid and turned around. At first Reid was worried that he was just going to leave him out there all night to fend for himself, but he noticed that John was retrieving something from the boat.

John had grabbed a snare, perhaps the same he used to capture Reid, and was walking back toward the alligator. He quickly snared the gator and steered it back into the water. He skillfully removed the wire from around the creature's jaw and watched as it swam back out into the swamp flinging its tail back and forth to achieve fluid movement.

John made his way back over to Reid and gestured for him to get down from his position. The genius scrambled down off his perch favoring his right leg. He stood there silently waiting to see what his captor would do next. Much to his relief John unfastened the chain that was attaching him to the house. While it didn't make the metal collar around his neck any looser he felt better knowing his range wasn't limited.

John grabbed his arm, ignoring his captive's obvious pain at putting weight on his injured right leg. Reid allowed himself to be led onto the front porch. When they got to the locked door, John threw him on the ground so he could undo the deadbolts. Once John was successful he kicked Reid until he crawled inside and shut the door behind them.

Sprawled on the floor Reid heard John mutter, "Go clean yourself up."

So he got up off the ground and limped into the bathroom. He started running the water in the bathtub and sat on the edge of it submersing his feet in the cool water. Once it reached three quarters of the way up the tub he removed his pants and the bandage and allowed the water to cover his body. He left his shirt and boxers on while in the water, not that it mattered anyways since they were already soaked from the rain.

He found some soap and started working on the wound. A few whimpers escaped his lips as he scrubbed. There was definitely dirt embedded in the gash that he tried to clean away, but he knew that if the alligator did transfer some bacteria to him than it was too late to fully clean it.

With a sigh he let the water out of the tub and extracted his body from the ivory bath. He limped over to the sink and looked underneath it for some first aid materials. Finding some bandages and gauze he wrapped up his leg and shuffled into the main room.

John was sitting at the kitchen table eating out of a take-out box. It smelled like some sort of chicken and potatoes and it made his mouth water. He hadn't realized how hungry he was until the smell wafted up his nostrils. He cleared his throat and waited for a reaction from John.

"Get over here and eat while there is still something left," John grumbled seemingly resenting sharing his food.

Reid did as he was told and sat down at the table. He hesitantly picked up a fork and pulled a take-out container over to his side of the table. He gave John one more look, checking to make sure he was allowed to eat.

"What are you waiting for?"

Not having to be told twice, Reid wolfed down the fried chicken and mashed potatoes. It was cold and greasy, but to the famished agent it was heaven. Once he made short work of the food he disposed of the container and cleaned up John's mess.

The fire was already flickering in the living room area providing a soft glow throughout the room. Assuming that tonight would be just like the last he sat himself in the armchair and looked to John for instruction.

Silence filled the room and Reid assumed he was just supposed to start. He decided that since John liked the fairy tale he told last night he could just pick another one to orate this evening.

"Once upon a time, there was a little girl living with her widower father. He met a wonderful woman that complimented him in every way and she too was a widow. He asked her to marry him and she accepted. Next thing the little girl knows, her stepmother is moving in along with two stepsisters. They got along…."

"No! I don't want to hear this story. All those girls before you told it to me too. I thought you were different. The story that you told last night was original. That's why I took you! I want to hear something new, not something I can read in any children's book," John ranted as he sat up on the couch.

Fearful that John was going to get up and come after him, Reid quickly said, "Okay…okay. I've got one."

"There once was a prince named Spencer that lived in a faraway kingdom. He was a valiant prince and he made it his job to protect the citizens that lived under his father's rule. Whenever there was a crime it would be reported to the prince and his teammates. They would look into the situation and do everything in their power to bring the criminal to justice," Reid paused to see how John was reacting to this new storyline. The man seemed intrigued, so the he decided to continue telling the story.

"One day a member of the community came to Prince Spencer frantic with fright. There had been two killings in the area over the past few days, and each of the victims had been stabbed over thirty times after being bludgeoned with various materials. The prince immediately comforted the good woman and told her that he would take care of it along with his team brave knights."

It took Reid about an hour to tell the whole story of the young schizophrenic man, Ben Foster, from Portland, Oregon. Reid decided earlier that if this man wanted original stories he would get them in the form of former case files. There was no way that he had heard any of these tales before and Reid could easily make them sound like ancient fairy tales. For example, he took the fact that Ben was seeing hallucinations and attributed to demons, like they would have in the past.

Throughout the story John would interrupt the telling to ask Reid questions. He seemed genuinely drawn into the tale and emotionally invested. When Reid got to the part where Ben almost killed Prince Spencer John let out a cry of worry. Satisfied that he was doing a good job Reid ended the story with a preview of the next night.

"After the team had successfully stopped Ben they all went back to the castle to celebrate. Unfortunately, the celebration was cut short when a frantic teenaged boy broke through the guarded doors pleading for help. His father had been shot in the stomach with an arrow and bled out all over their farm field. The son begged the team to find the man responsible for the killing in order for his family to find peace. It looked like Prince Spencer and his friends had more work to do," the irony of leaving John with a cliffhanger was not lost on Reid. It was like he was now Scheherazade trying to keep John, King Shahryar, entertained in order to stay alive.

When the story ended John grunted, got up off the couch, and walked over to the arm chair.

"I had to go out to the woodpile to get some timber to start our fire," John said cryptically. "I noticed that you didn't chop a single piece of wood the whole time I was gone. And, the laundry that you supposedly cleaned was all over the ground and coiled around the line. I don't know what the expectations were at your old place of work, but this is unacceptable. What did you do all day? It doesn't take that long to mow and weed. Look boy, if you want to stay alive you're going to have to pull your weight around here. Stand up and get ready for your punishment."

Reid's whole body started quaking with fear. He vividly remembered the last punishment and could still feel the aftermath of the lashes on his back. He didn't know if he could handle another fifteen hits with the chain.

He slowly stood up and winced in pain when he put pressure on his right leg. He followed John over to the eye bolt that he was fastened to last night and shrunk back in fear.

"Are…are…are you going to hit me again?" Reid asked with eyes that begged his captor to say no.

"Nah, that would be letting you off easy. Now stay there!" John thundered as he left the cabin to go and fetch something from the tool shed.

Reid wished he could run and hide somewhere, but he knew that it was pointless. But then again, he hated standing here so submissively waiting to receive a punishment for something he couldn't prevent. So instead of standing by idly he made up his mind to try to make a break for the boat.

Reid crept out the front door and looked around. There was no sign of John so he took off running toward the docked airboat, heedless of the pain shooting up his injured leg. He heard something clank to the ground behind him and a bellowed, "What's this?" but he didn't let that deter his mad dash.

His feet had taken their first steps onto the dock when all of a sudden Reid was surrounded by cold brackish water. He felt his body hit the rocky bottom of the bayou and struggled to push off the sandy ground. His chained hands provided little help as he tried to paddle up to the top to get some air.

When Reid's head finally emerged above the water he drew in an enormous amount of air and started coughing. Looking around he saw John standing above him on the dock glowering down. The man must have caught up to him and pushed him into the water to stop his escape attempt.

Reid started to move his body past the dock and toward the shore when he felt a viselike grip contort around his neck. John was actually pulling him up onto the wooden dock by his neck! Reid's iron clad hands clawed at John's one meaty paw trying to release his grip. Unfortunately, he wasn't successful and ended up sprawled on the quay coughing up a lung.

"I thought you're move yesterday couldn't have been stupider, but you seem dead set on proving me wrong. I'm going to make you beg for last night's punishment after what I have in store for you," John said with bitter vehemence.

Reid's only response was a weak whimper. He tried not to make any sound but the tone in John's voice scared the shit out of him.

"Boy, you're never going to escape this island. You should just give up now because the only way you'll leave me is in the belly of an alligator. Your friends will never find you and you're going to spend the rest of your life as my bitch," John whispered sinisterly into the ear of his trembling captive.

If you got an idea for the "punishment" feel free to leave a note. I have a few ideas up my sleeve but would love to hear your thoughts!