Disclaimer: I don't own Criminal Mind or anything here.
Warning: Rated for the mention of drugs, language, and torture.
Chapter six: Genius is madness
"There is no great genius without a mixture of madness."
-Aristotle
"Who the hell are you?" Morgan shouted.
"Tsk tsk tsk Agent Morgan patience," the man replied.
"Where's Reid?" he growled.
"SSA Dr. Spencer Reid?" he questioned.
"Where is he?" he hissed.
"…Well if you really want to see him," he smirked.
He left the cold basement and closed the door.
Morgan had woken up an hour ago in this strange place. It was cold and old. He struggled against the handcuffs for the time being. His wrists were probably cut and bruised. He had asked for Reid but that asshole hadn't told him.
A minute later he heard the door open and moaning.
"Reid!" he called out.
"M-Morgan?" he responded tiredly.
"Thank god you're okay," he whispered relieved.
"Now will you shut up?" The Unsub questioned.
"Fuck you," Morgan replied with hatred.
"Whatever," he slammed Reid against the wall near Morgan.
Morgan quickly scrambled to his feet and tried to get up but his feet had chains.
"What the hell do you want?" Morgan asked pissed.
"…Dr. Spencer Reid," he replied and shut the door.
He heard as a lock was placed and secured.
"Reid? Pretty boy?" Morgan called.
"Mmm…god this hurts," he mumbled.
"Hey you okay?"
"In pain…" Reid responded.
"How are you feeling otherwise?"
"Same or worse than before," he groaned.
"This is my fault…" Morgan stressed.
Reid rolled his eyes.
"What?"
"You always blame yourself for something that can't be helped," Reid explained.
"Can you blame me? Either way who is that guy?"
"I don't know…h-he…reminds…me of…B-Bates," Reid answered.
"Bates?"
"His blue eyes…"
"But I made sure that son of a bitch was in jail…" Morgan said.
"…I'm…I'm actually afraid…I'm so weak and tired…you heard him. He wants me," Reid whimpered.
"Hey. Hey pretty boy no shhh," Morgan tried to soothe him.
"I'm scared Morgan…I can actually feel myself dying," Reid cried.
He was so weak and vulnerable and it broke Morgan's heart. He had never seen Reid so broken not even after Hankel.
"We're going to get out of this alive," Morgan assured.
"The team won't notice…they'll think I got sick again and that we decided to stay or go to the ER," Reid continued.
"No don't think like that…"
"Morgan…he wants me dead," Reid whispered hoarsely.
"If I could take the pain away from you I would without thinking twice," Morgan sighed.
Reid closed his eyes and his breathing evened out. Morgan saw his chest rise in fall. He really wished this was just one hell of a nightmare. The doors slid open.
"He asleep?" the man asked.
"Who are you?"
"He told you didn't he?"
"How did you escape?"
"Easy…they were going to put me in a mental institute…then again genius is madness," Bates replied.
"Go to hell," Morgan spat.
"Right now I don't think so…"
"Are you involved in the murders here?"
"No I just tracked your team down…honestly that guy is too reckless he'll be caught in less than a day…but when they realize that you aren't with him? I don't know when they'll notice," he chuckled.
"Why are you doing this?"
"In the beginning you were too close…I barely killed two people," he shrugged.
Morgan glared at him. Bates was talking like it was a normal everyday conversation. Morgan knew the only reason he was so confidently talking was because he was going to kill them.
"Tell me agent…what dragged your team to my case?" he questioned.
He didn't reply.
"Was it the mystery death?"
"If you know then don't ask," Morgan answered.
"If they can't figure it out then Agent Reid is in trouble. He won't make it you know?" he smiled.
"…You tortured your victims…while they slowly died…" Morgan stated.
"Yes…but the torture was for my own benefit to break them…the death itself is painful enough," He nodded.
"Then why are you holding me hostage as well?"
"To torture Dr. Reid means to torture you as well…" he smirked.
"Why are you so obsessed with Reid?"
"…Figure it out," and like nothing he disappeared in the shadows of darkness.