Author's note: I realize that most of you won't like this story, and I apologize in advance. I appreciate any feedback; whether you love or hate it I'd like to know. This is how I originally wanted to end "Revenge" and I'm pretty happy with how it turned out. It was a bit too long to add on, so I'm posting it here as three chapters. It picks up from Chapter 7 after Alex enters Reid's apartment.

Warnings: Tissue Alert! That's all I'll say.

Reid awoke to the sound of his front door closing. He sighed with relief at the thought of Morgan returning with his prescription. Throbbing pain ran down his arm and his head ached. He sat up slowly and carefully, only to find himself looking at a stranger with cold, blue eyes-familiar eyes. He jumped up in surprise and the room spun around him. Reid grabbed the arm of the couch to steady himself. "Who are you?" He demanded. "What are you doing here?" He cautiously went toward his cell phone on the coffee table.

The stranger didn't speak as he walked quickly in Reid's direction. He moved out of the man's reach, but the pain and antibiotics hampered his reaction time. The man grabbed Reid around the throat with both hands and forced him back onto the couch. The stranger straddled him, effectively pinning Reid's good arm to his side. The angry eyes bore into his as the man shifted his grip and removed one hand. Reid tried to scream during the slight relief of pressure on his windpipe, but the stranger covered his mouth, digging his fingernails into Reid's jaw and cheeks.

"I want you to know that you brought this on yourself. If you'd just kept your mouth shut this would all be unnecessary." The confusion must have been apparent in Reid's eyes as the man leaned closer to him and continued speaking in a spiteful tone. "You locked up my brother, Adrian; he's important to this operation. That doesn't mean I'm willing to go down with him."

Realization hit Reid. This is Adrian Matthews' brother! I knew someone else was involved! Just as surely and suddenly as that knowledge came, a grimmer awareness followed. I'm in big trouble here. He obviously wants to make sure no one looks for him. Panic filled Reid and he did the only logical thing he could think of-he bit down on the fingers covering his mouth, drawing blood with his teeth before letting go. The man yelled and sat back, giving Reid the chance to wiggle his arm free and land a solid punch to his chest. The stranger gasped and fell back, freeing Reid's legs in the process. Reid leapt up and grabbed his phone from the table as he ran toward the front door.

Before he registered what happened his face impacted the hardwood, and the hand grasping his ankle pulled viciously. Reid slid across the floor back into the living room, his skin acquiring numerous friction burns along the way. He tried to kick out, or grab at something-anything to slow his velocity. His efforts were wasted, and he stopped sliding when he slammed into the side table with his bad shoulder. He screamed and spots danced in front of him as he tried to control the pain. The man was on him again, sitting on his thighs to hold him down. Reid turned his head to see the man remove a vial from his jacket pocket. Oh no, not this again! I can't do this again!

Reid barely had the time to complete his thought when the sharp prick of a needle met the back of his neck. The fiery liquid burned through his veins and made him gasp in shock and pain. After nearly a minute, though, Reid's senses were dull and his nerve endings seemed to be temporarily out of order. This must be some sort of sedative or tranquilizer. That can't be good.

Adrian's brother flipped Reid over and grinned smugly at him. Reid could feel his eyes darting about, and fuzzy shapes were the only discernable figures he could make out. The words the man was speaking seemed to be coming from inside a wind tunnel, racing past Reid's ears without actually settling long enough for him to process them. He tried to focus on something but the only thing in his line of vision was a pair of icy blue eyes. His breath quickened and his heart pounded, the sound of rushing blood blocked any outside noise. Reid struggled to understand what the man was saying, but the thumping made hearing anything impossible.

Finally something registered in his consciousness: the feeling of hands touching him, raising his shirt. The panic gained control and Reid used all of his remaining strength to fight in whatever way he could. All he actually managed was lifting his hand and wriggling his toes, but it was the best he could do at the moment.

The man was brandishing a knife, waving it close to Reid's face. As it drifted closer, Reid vaguely saw details. That knife is familiar for some reason. He blinked a few times and the fog dissipated a small amount. He could just make out dried blood on the hilt. My blood! The thought struck him with terrifying clarity. This is the same knife that Adrian used earlier today. He wondered briefly how the brother was able to obtain the item from evidence at the police station. Reid's musings were interrupted when he saw the knife swinging toward his torso at an alarming rate. He was completely unable to react, and a searing pain pierced his ribcage. He would have screamed had he been able to breathe. The pressure in his chest prevented this necessary action.

Reid lay on the floor and gasped for air as the man gave him one last evil grin and stood up. The sounds of his apartment being trashed reached his ears, but they were less important than his own raspy breaths. As long as I can hear myself breathe…

He was only minutely aware of the man leaving. The fact that he would die if he just laid there penetrated his brain, and he struggled towards his phone lying what had to be miles away in the hall. His pitiful crawl eventually reached his goal, and he scarcely succeeded in dialing 911 before his reserves of strength gave out. Reid collapsed on his side and pressed his good hand over his wound. He concentrated on each breath, hoping it wouldn't be his last.