Hey everyone, here is the next chapter for you all. I hope you enjoy this chapter because I really enjoyed writing it. I am super nervous for this chapter and would really appreciate your view on it. I will be updating Connection tomorrow and possibly posting a new fanfic. I'm not sure yet. I'll put a small teaser for the new fanfic and you tell me whether I should do it. Yes, it will be Reid whump. It wouldn't be me if I wasn't delivering some good old whump to Reid.

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Reid laid in the cupboard for hours. He felt the fear inside of him turn into something else. The same way it had before. It was turning into anger. Anger at being used and violated in a way no-one should ever be. More thoughts added to the fire in his heart. None of this was his fault so, why had he thought it was earlier? William Johnson was the one responsible for everything. He was responsible for all the pain, humiliation and nightmares that he had endured. He remembered the nightmares he had experienced over the last two years. Nightmares that had made him cry and scream in anger. Nightmares that left him with scars that would never heal. Now, he had more. More scars to his heart and to his life. He was going to get out of this. He didn't need anyone to come for him because he refused to go down without a fight. Dante, William and his rapist would not get away with this. He had not spent the last two years of his life getting better and getting stronger to lose it all. He'd been raped twice since his arrival at the place. It would not happen again.

He had to fight off the drugs. He wouldn't be any use if they kept giving him drugs. It clogged his mind and made him unable to understand what was happening to him. He needed to get out this cupboard and he needed to get out soon. He still had fear inside him but something had snapped. The need for revenge pushed the fear behind it.

I will not die without a fight!

Shuffling backwards, he found the back of the cupboard. He pressed his body weight against the cuffs and felt the sharp edges of the handcuffs cut into his wrist. He pressed harder and ignored the pain his battered body complained to him about. He just needed to use his blood as a lubricant. This was his chance. The drugs had worn off to a degree and he wasn't sure he would be this clear-headed if the man drugged him again. He let out a small moan as he pressed even harder.

He felt blood come down his left wrist. He had never been more thankful for handcuffs being sharp and tight. It allowed cutting his skin easier. His mind flashed back to the time he'd been tied to the goalpost in high school. He had escaped then, he would escape now.

Happiness ran through him as his small bony wrist, the same wrists he had gotten mocked for having, slipped through the cuff. He quickly brought his hand up and ripped the gag from his mouth. A sharp intake of breath came and he moved his jaw gently side to side. He used blood from his cut wrist to lubricate his other wrist. He winced as he felt the sharp cuff cut his skin with each tug. It came off. He put the handcuffs to the side and grabbed the gag. He hated it with all his might but he had to stop the bleeding around the deep cut. He wrapped the gag around it as best he could and used his mouth to tie it off. He felt around in the darkness for anything he could use. As he stood up his hands wrapped around a small pole, one used to hang coats with coat hangers. He pressed his ear to the door and couldn't hear anything. No breathing, no footsteps or talking. He went back to the small pole and began to tug it. He doubled over after a sharp pain ripped through him below. He couldn't deny the pain that caused him. Taking a deep breath, he slowly straightened himself up and tugged at the pole again. It budged each time he pulled.

He had to keep pulling it. It was his only chance. No-one was coming for him, he had to do this himself. He'd kill them and make them all pay for hurting him. It wouldn't be his blood on the floor, it'd be their blood.

JJ, Hotch, Rossi, Tom and Blake watched from the inside the SUV. Garcia had received a hit on the license plate and the team had raced to find the car. Dante wasn't dumb. The car had no GPS. They had to follow it. Morgan was ordered to stay back at the warehouse with Garcia. His injuries were still causing him some pain and Hotch couldn't risk Morgan having trouble when they went to get Reid. Dante was standing aside as three men put a casket in a car.

"Oh my god," JJ said. "Do you think he's getting that to bury Reid?"

"Reid is still alive. They wouldn't buy a coffin unless they wanted him to suffer. It's no secret that Reid is afraid of being buried alive. It was in the report filed when he got taken by Hankel. It does mean that Reid doesn't have a lot of time left. Is every one ready to do this? Check your guns and radios. This may well be our only chance to save Reid."

"I want Dante myself," Tom said from in the middle of Blake and JJ in the back. "He's mine."

"This isn't a free for all to kill," Rossi said to Tom. "We don't do things the way you do things."

"I hear different from Spencer on that subject. I don't care how you do things but I think you will agree that Dante has this coming. He betrayed us and he gave Spencer to them. He let that sick fuck on the video rape Spencer again. He's mine and I'm going to make him pay for what he has done."

Rossi sat in the front seat and wondered how much Reid had told Tom and Jake about the team. Tom seemed to have knowledge about them that he shouldn't have. Tom had two guns strapped to him, one on each leg. He checked them both.

Hotch turned on the engine as Dante got into the car and pulled away. He stayed at a distance but vowed he wouldn't lose the car.

Reid held the small pole in his hands, he had blood still trailing down his arm. He knew that he had to get this over with quickly. He needed to find better things to treat himself. He felt along the pole till he found the sharp part at the top where it had snapped off.

His grip on the pole got tighter as he heard whistling outside the door. It was the man who had raped him. He listened as the whistling continued and the sound off a key unlocking the door filled the air. The door opened and Reid made his move, he came thrust the pole into the man's throat and let out an almost primal scream as he pushed the man back and against the wall. Blood splattered from the man's neck onto him but he only pushed more. He pulled it out and listened to the man gurgle on his own blood. Reid brought back the sharp pole and stabbed the man in the genitals. He grabbed the man's head and whispered in his ear.

"See how it feels to choke on your own blood. Go to hell, you bastard!"

Reid came away from the man, bringing the pole with him. The man who had drugged, raped, beaten and tortured him let out one last gurgle before dying. His eyes becoming glassy and still.

Kneeling down, Reid searched the man for a weapon. He found one on the man's ankle. He wrapped his hand around the gun and pulled it out of the holster. As Reid stood, he spat on the man. "I hope you burn."

Reid looked around the building and searched it. He was in an abandoned studio building. One away from the city. Once upon a time, he imagined that people had once lived here but they didn't now. The building was a mess and needed major work. He looked out the window and found trees and a lake.

A noise from outside the room caught his attention. Reid hit in the shadows of one of the corners. He watched as William Johnson walked into the room. William rushed in and looked over the dead man. Reid brought the gun up and shot William in the thigh. William fell to the floor clutching thigh. Reid limped over and loomed over the man. "Don't think that you are going to die quickly," Reid smiled. "I'm not going let you die without feeling a hell lot of a pain."

Reid smashed the gun into the back of William's head, knocking him unconscious. Pain ripped through him below again, he doubled over and fell to his knees.

Hotch and Rossi hid in the forest area as they watched Dante open the trunk. Tom, JJ and Blake were taking another route. He didn't want Dante to get back into the building. "Move in, now!" he ordered.

Hotch and Rossi rushed out of the trees, guns raised. "Dante, put your hands up and do not move!"

Dante tried to run but he saw Tom, JJ and Blake come forward with their guns raised from the other direction. A gunshot came from inside the building making them all fear the worst. "Go and get him," Tom said to the two women. "I got Dante."

Hotch nodded and motioned for Rossi to join them. They rushed into the building carefully.

"Why did you do it?" Tom said angrily. "After everything he has done for you. He helped us become better and you let them do that to him. You let that man rape him!"

"He didn't make us better, he made us weak!" Dante spat back. "I was sick of being on the sideline. I wanted more and Johnson offered me what I wanted."

"We were brothers," Tom shook his head. "All four of us were brothers but you aren't anymore. Spencer is my brother, so is Jake. You are nothing more than a selfish, greedy fucker!"

Tom pulled the trigger and put a bullet into Dante's heart. Dante fell to the ground clutching his chest. Tom walked and stood above him, he emptied the rest of the clip into Dante's face. Angry tears in his eyes. Hotch watched and for the first time, didn't feel hate towards him. It was clear to him that Tom and Jake had developed a close connection with Reid. A connection identical to the one he had lost with the genius two years ago.

JJ, Blake and Rossi entered a room together after hearing sounds from inside. As they walked in, Blake looked into the bathroom and saw Reid sat against the bathtub on the floor with fresh blood coming down his legs. She rushed into the bathroom and tapped his cheek. He was pale and his eyes were sluggish. He needed a hospital. "Reid, open your eyes."

"Need to s-stop the blood," he moaned. "Lost too much."

Reid closed his eyes and sagged against her.

"Reid!" she panicked as she caught him.

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For my next fanfic, I plan to have Reid go into a catatonic state. He is left on one of the team's doorsteps drenched and covered and blood. They don't know what happened because Reid is traumatised by what caused the blood. They need to find out what happened. What do you think?