Disclaimer: I don't own Criminal Mind or anything here.
Warning: Rated for the mention of drugs, language, and torture.
Chapter eight: Breaking point
"Darkness is the absence of light. Happiness is the absence of pain. Anger is the absence of joy. Jealousy is the absence of confidence. Love is the absence of doubt. Hate is the absence of peace. Fear is the absence of faith. Life is the absence of death."
― Jess Bowen
Morgan watched as Reid was mercilessly beaten. He heard the cries of pains. The cries for help. He had cut through his wrist by many attempts to break the cuffs. He saw Bates bring Reid to the room which held them captive. Bates smiled at Morgan's glare of hate.
"Did you enjoy the show?" Bates asks.
"Fuck off," he growls.
"Touchie..." he laughes.
Bates throws Reid on the ground. He moves to Morgan's side and takes out a handercheif. There was something off about it. He pressed it to Morgan's face. Morgan struggled but it was useless.
"I wasn't planning on killing you but I should at least weaken you," Bates reasons.
"What?" Morgan hisses.
He was already getting dizzy.
"I give you a few days to develope symptoms," he responded.
"What was that? It smelled awful," Morgan complained.
"That is the smell of death," Bates answers.
He took of the cuffs but left the chains. He walked up the stairs and shut the door.
"Reid?" he called hoarsely.
"H-he poisoned you?" he asked quietly.
"Don't worry about me," Morgan evaded his question.
"Morgan-"
"Just sleep okay? He took you for hours," Morgan sighed.
"How long?" Reid questioned.
"Really long...it's night time," Morgan continued.
"I'm sorry," Reid apologized.
"No pretty boy...come here," Morgan gathered the beaten agent into his arms.
"My body aches," Reid said, voice raspy.
"He whiped you..." Morgan says softly studying the marks on his bare back.
"It hurt...but now it's numb," Reid whispered.
"He didn't kill you that's good," Morgan points out.
"Then I'll die of blood loss," Reid winced.
"You won't die," Morgan assured.
"I'll hang out...just a bit longer," Reid smiled tiredly.
"Sleep," Morgan ordered.
Reid nodded his head until his eyes gave out. His breating evened out as his chest rose and fell. He looked so peaceful. Morgan hugged Reid to give him warmth. As bad as it seemed Reid was topless and his flesh was torn. Morgan needed to provide him as much warmth as possible without hurting him. In a matter of minutes Morgan fell asleep as well.
An hour or so passed when the heavy footsteps returned. Morgan held on to Reid tighter making him whimper.
"Sorry Reid," he apologized.
"I-is he...b-back?" he asked tiredly.
"I won't let him take you," Morgan assured.
"Don't worry I didn't come for him," Bates whispered.
"Then what do you want?"
"I just wondered if you needed food.. if you're hungry," he shrugged.
"For an old man you sure are one-"
"Want the food or not?" he questioned cutting him off.
Reid looked up at him pleadingly, his mouth dry with flakes of blood.
"Fine," Morgan agreed.
Bates handed him a plate with pancakes, eggs and bacon. He then placed two glasses of water next to them.
"Thanks," Morgan muttered.
"Enjoy," Bates smiled and walked across the room.
He sat on a chair and watched both agents in fascination. He made a mental note that if both are alive then neither would give up. He loved this game. If he broke one then the other was sure to break next.
Bates saw Reid gulf down the water. He smirked. Sweet-sweet poison.