Disclaimer: I don't own Criminal Minds.

Warning: Rated for the mention of drugs, language, and torture.

Chapter eleven: Now or never...too late?

"Our greatest weakness lies in giving up. The most certain way to succeed is always to try just one more time."

-Thomas A. Edison

Reid's P.O.V.

I saw as Bates went in front of the camera. I also saw the smirk on his face. He was clearly pleased about what was about to happen. I closed my eyes feeling sick. The blood loss was making me weaker and weaker. I had no chances of survival in this state. I opened them slowly to see Bates coming towards me. I shut them again and waited for the pain that was sure to come.

Instead he caressed my face. I shuddered. The cold fingers on my face tracing my jawline and down my chest. I blocked it out after that. All I remember was pain that I never dreamed of before. Pain that my friend would be hearing through the shouts and pleading.

After thirty minutes of hell he finally got off of me. I was paler than usual considering I was already pale and I had hardly any blood left. I was shaking but not of cold anymore. I was trembling of pure disgust. Morgan would never want to even look at me again. I felt disgusted... at myself.

He yanked me up again and dragged me to the living room. I whimpered as I sat on the couch. I curled up into a ball and cried silently.

Bates walked in the room and placed a plate of food and water on the coffee table.

"What...what about Morgan?" My voice cracked.

He grunted and retreated. I heard as he moved through the kitchen and went to the heavy door that contained a very angry Morgan. I made my way quickly to a cabinet that held what I was looking for. I saw it open when I walked into the living room and passed the kitchen. If I could get the chance I knew I would take it. It was now or never. I grabbed what I needed an shoved it into my pocket.

I could hear the shouts and curses from Morgan. But what got to me and stopped me in my place was the gunfire. My heart sank. There were no more shouts no more screams and probably no more life.

The foot steps neared the top and I hurried back to my place on the couch minding what was in my pocket.

I look at Bates terrified once he reenters the room. He grunts again and pulls me up. He drags me to the basement where my eyes landed on Morgan.

There was a pool of blood surrounding his body. My assumption of his body since he didn't as much twitch or move.

My legs gave out under me and I fell to the ground on my knees. I was panicking. I felt completely alone. He left like the others always did. Morgan...the one who promised...the one who kept those promises dead? Was I too late? Was my plan too late?

Bates chuckled and shut the door behind him.

"M-Morgan?"

"What... how? Weren't his accounts closed or at the very least frozen?" JJ asked.

"Yes but no one considered to look at his wife's account," Garcia nodded.

"Wife?" Hotch questioned, "We weren't informed of this."

"Dead wife to be exact. That's why. So little ol' me went snooping around like ordered and I found that someone, Jerry Bates, had taken a certain amount of money hours after he escaped and an hour before you left he booked a flight," Garcia explained.

"How did he know where we were heading to?" Rossi asked.

"...Reid's phone..." she said quietly.

"W-what?"

"Does that mean that he had planned all of this?" Prentiss asked.

"Well he was certainly smart considering he was captured and escaped. e probably knew that was going to happen...if he did which he obviously did then nothing could've prevented it," Garcia sighed.

"You mean he implanted a chip in Reid's phone?"

"Yes sir..." she nodded.

"Smart and deadly not great combo," Rossi mused.

"His intention now is killing...we have to find him before the game is over," Hotch said angrily.