(Disclaimer: I so not own Criminal Minds or it's characters)

So here's a story requested by Reidgirl. Thank you so much for the request and your reviews! I hope this story lives up to your expectations.

So this is only going to be a little chapter to give you a taste of what's to come. I don't know how soon I'll update after this one because I have a new storyline coming up in my ongoing fic.

I should warn that there will be whump! Lots of it! As well as Reid and Morgan in peril and...torture...sorry.

Okay, I shall shut up and give you the prologue.

Enjoy!

Reid wrenched his head over to the passenger seat. Through his nauseatingly blurry vision he saw Morgan; in fact he saw two Morgan's. Spencer blinked and a third Morgan joined the party.

"M'gan..." he rasped, releasing a wet cough that racked his lungs. He breathed harshly, catching the sight of blood peppering over his hand. Morgan didn't move or speak. His head rested against the shattered window glass; a small trickle of blood dripping from a gash on his forehead.

Reid shifted again, wincing when his pinned legged jerked unconsciously. He held out a shaking hand towards Morgan, avoiding the steaming debris that their SUV had become.

20 minutes before

"Uh uh! Move over Kid!" Spencer pouted at Morgan through the windshield. He remained in the drivers seat.

"Come on man. We have loads of paperwork to get through after this case. I'd like to get back quickly." Morgan crossed his arms waiting for Reid to move.

"I'm not slow!" Spencer yelled indignantly. Morgan looked around, hoping they weren't causing a scene.

They were at a crime scene where they had just reprimanded an unsub who had been killing young men who reminded him of his brother who'd died, aged 25, in a car accident. They had managed to save two of their unsubs victims who had gone missing within the last month. The BAU was now heading back to the bureau to close the case and fill in the mountain of paperwork which they all -except Reid- dreaded.

"Fine! But that's only 'cus my side hurts, you hear!" Morgan called back, sliding in the shot gun seat. He refused to let his team know that he'd given in to Spencer. Morgan could use the bruises he'd gained from taking a shot to his bullet proof vest as an excuse for letting Reid drive.

"I'm not slow", Spencer repeated, buckling his belt and revving the engine. Derek rolled his eyes and settled into the seat. Reid stepped on the gas and Morgan felt himself launching into the dashboard. Spencer grinned and sped up, racing down the road, making expert swerves and turns. Impressed, Morgan raised his eyes brows.

"Pretty Boy can drive!" He laughed, watching with awe as the youngest agent tore down the roads.

"W-wak-ke up", Reid grunted, pushing Derek with all the force he could muster, which built up to a weak nudge. Spencer shook his head again and his triple vision eased back to double and then an unsteady single.

The vehicle groaned, recovering from rolling on the road twice. Spencer hissed in pain, his lip trembling as he tried to pry his leg from under the dashboard. He panted after a few seconds, his attempts futile, with his leg still jammed tightly in the wreckage. A sweat had sprung across his brow, he wiped it desperately away and went in for another try.

Without warning, a hand, equipped with a white rag, slammed over Spencer's nose and mouth, the fingernails gripping his cheeks.

"Nahhh!" Spencer shrieked as his mouth was covered. The cloth smelled stomach churning-ly sweet and though he stuggled with all the effort his broken body had, another part of him lent into the hand to get a deeper whiff of the aromatic scent. He bucked and convulsed against the intrusive hand, which had managed to remain secured over Spencer's face. He felt a second hand, this one gloved in black, hold the back of his head, caressing his curls. A rough voice floated into the wreck.

"Shh, that's it...don't struggle".

Spencer wanted nothing more than to disobey the voice, but he allowed the hand to smother him into unconsciousness. He felt his eyes fluttering, his body falling limp and his head lolling to the side.

"Sleep Agent. You'll need it", hissed the voice, a malicious smile reaching it's lips.

The dented car door moaned open and the owner of the voice and the hand leaned in, gently untangling Spencer's leg from the car and lifting him out. He layed the agent in the back of his car and headed back to the wreckage.

Morgan twitched as he regained consciousness. Before his eyes could open, his airways were bombarded with a sickly solvent scent and he collapsed back into a nightmare.

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