Reid looked at the figure sitting in the corner of his room, the lights were out and he couldn't make out who it was. "Morgan?" he called, his sad eyes straining for a better view. "Hotch?" The figure remained silent. "Rossi?" the figure shifted were it was.

"Rossi is that you?" Reid's voice cracked with frustration, why wasn't he answering him? The figure slowly rose and took a step forward light from the doorway illuminated Dex's face and produced a child-like whimper from Reid.

Rossi flexed against his ties and called for help, he had been for over an hour now, nobody had heard him, what was Dex doing to Reid right now? He heard the sound of the lock turning downstairs and froze.

Who could have a key to Reid's apartment? Was it Dex? Was it Hotch? Where they here to kill him or free him? He listened silently as the stranger paced Reid's living room, he heard slow, methodical footsteps trudging up the stairs, he heard them slow as they neared the room and the door swung open slowly…

Hotch paced wishing Rossi had spoken to him before seeing Reid, he had wanted to be able to reassure the young genius that he was safe when he awoke and he had wanted to ask Reid gently to recount the details of what had happened. It wasn't like Rossi to do something without checking with him first.

His brow crumpled as he thought about Rossi's odd behaviour. He had gone to Reid's house to drop the money and had planned to meet them in the waiting room, but why hadn't he? Hotch couldn't shift the feeling in his stomach that something wasn't right.

'Calm down you're just being paranoid' he thought to himself, 'Rossi wouldn't hurt Reid, he must've just needed to see him, he probably brought Reid something to wear and that's why he went in first, but surely he would've had to walk past him to do that?' The team hadn't seen him, could they have missed him? Not likely.

Dex reached out and pushed a knife to the boys throat. "Scream and I will kill you" he hissed. He reached for Reid's previous knife wound and picked at the stitches, slowly pulling them out one by one.

Reid grimaced; his side was burning in agony, where was his team? How could they just let Dex walk in? "You don't have to do this" Reid whimpered as Dex opened the wound in order to allow it to bleed again.

"I won't get my money if you're not dead" He grinned, "so actually I do have to do this" he punched Reid hard in the side in order to aggravate his wound yet again.

Reid's housemaid had been surprised to find Rossi tied up in his bedroom, Reid had never struck her as that type of person. The man had seemed distressed and she couldn't get his ligatures off soon enough before he was on the phone and out the door.

This was the strangest working day she'd ever had.

Rossi sprinted down from Reid's room and leapt into his SUV, calling Hotch on the way. There wasn't any answer, which could mean he was with Reid, protecting him. Rossi felt a glimmer of hope spark in his veins. He hit the gas and willed the boy to be ok; he wasn't going to let him die, not after they had just got him back.

Hotches phone buzzed in his pocket he looked at the caller ID and didn't even stop to pick up, Rossi would not be calling from Reid's room, which meant someone else was with Reid. "Morgan lets go!" Hotch yelled pulling his gun from his pocket.

Morgan sprang into action and followed Hotch "What's goin' on?" he asked panicking. "Rossi isn't the one in there with Reid" the words barely out of his mouth before Morgan sprinted past him and towards Reid's room.

The entire team burst through the door to a ghastly pale Reid, his sheets were drenched in blood and he was whimpering quietly. Dex was hunched over him like a modern day Dracula, blood was dripping from his hands and he was grinning.

"Back away from him you son of a bitch!" Morgan spat training his gun on the man's head. Dex reached into his pocket and took out his knife, before he had time to even lift it a shot rang out, the team turned to see Rossi lower his gun, he was wild eyed and out of breath.

The team lowered their guns and Reid began flat lining, doctors rushed to his pale form and Dex was taken out on a stretcher.

A nurse ushered the team out, Garcia was hysterical and Rossi was beside himself with guilt, he had done this, he had been responsible for the suffering Reid was now in. He felt himself dizzying and everything went black as he lost consciousness.

Hotch sat with his teammate, Rossi had collapsed just after Dex had been taken, no doubt due to exhaustion. He had been out cold for around two hours and had been given a bed to rest in.

Garcia had insisted on being with Reid when he awoke and Morgan wouldn't leave her, Hotch knew they would be the best people for Reid to see when he awoke. Hotch hated himself for letting Dex into that room and hated himself for not realising sooner.

JJ came to the doorway to inform Hotch that Reid had woken up and was going to be okay. Rossi stirred and opened his eyes, he looked at Hotch and got in one look the answer he wanted, Reid was going to be ok.

Garcia and Morgan had been at Reid's bedside for half an hour, Garcia had been holding Reid's delicate, pale hand and Morgan had been comforting her through the whole thing.

Reid had fresh bandages around his torso and his heart monitor beeped monotonously. He was aware of a presence next to him and a hand gently holding his, he heard Morgan's reassuring voice as he slowly slipped back into consciousness.

His eyes fluttered open and closed as they adjusted to the bright lights. Garcia's hand tightened around his "Reid oh my God you scared me!" she exclaimed loudly. Morgan's hand moved to her back as a reminder that Reid wasn't ready to be fussed just yet.

"What happened to Dex?" Reid mumbled. "He took a bullet to the chest and stopped breathing during surgery, he couldn't be revived." Reid relaxed then. He was safe, no one could hurt him anymore.

"and Seaver?" he asked. "Sh…she tried to kill you Reid and we had…to…" Reid understood and a tear glistened in his eye, how many more people he trusted were going to let him down? Garcia wiped the tear gently from his cheek and soothed him in a mother-like tone. "You're going to be ok". For the first time since his ordeal had begun, he really believed that he would. Garcia and Morgan were two people he could always rely on and he needed that, badly.

6 months later

Reid walked into the bullpen, coffee in hand, he was relieved to be back again, although he knew he would attract stares from his fellow workmates. He fiddled with the paperwork on his desk aware of the eyes piercing his skin.

"Hey pretty boy!" Morgan called enthusiastically, he bounded over to the young genius and patted him on the back, Reid smiled half-heartedly. The greeting made him feel self-conscious and he just wanted to get on with his work.

By the end of the day Reid was sick of the attention he was receiving, he left the BAU earlier than usual and took the metro home. On the way he reflected on the day he had just had. Every person in the BAU had been happy to see him, he had never been loved that much by his family but now he had a bigger family than he could ever have hoped for.

He felt a warm feeling deep in his soul as he realised how much the team meant to him and he to them and he knew now that because of them, he was going to be okay.

Well that's the end of this story, thank you to everyone who read and reviewed! I shall be posting some more ideas up soon so keep an eye out! Thank you!