Even though I haven't seen the 100th episode I know that The Reaper kills Hailey, but I'm finally on the second episode of season 5 and I just can't resist this storyline lol

Reid wobbled on his crutches as he struggled to come inside. He hated those damned things. They made him feel even more useless than before.

He closed the door and walked to the sofa and sank into it, relieved.

Suddenly he heard the clicking of a gun. He froze.

"Don't move, Dr. Reid," said a voice from behind. Reid remained motionless.

"I bet you're wondering who I am." The voice was kept soft and Reid could tell the man was moving. Reid saw him at the corner of the eye. He was wearing a mask but he knew who he was almost instantly.

"Foyet," he said quietly. The Reaper grinned.

"Very good, Dr. Reid. Not surprising, you are the smart one of the team, are you not?" He loomed over Reid. "I know Hotch put Hailey and Jack in hiding."

Reid swallowed.

"You were never after them..."

"Oh I was...and I am." Foyet smiled. "You'll do for now. I'm not just here to torture Hotch, after all, but Agent Morgan too."

Reid looked confused.

"Why?"

"I'm...curious about him. And I know you two are close. In fact, you're like his baby brother right?" The Reaper let out something that was a cousin to a laugh. Reid's fists clinched. "What if something happened to you?" Foyet breathed into his ear. "Wouldn't that just destroy Hotch and Morgan?"

"Are you going to kill me?" Reid's voice was soft.

"I've thought about it," Foyet mused. "It would be devestating to them. But seeing you in pain would be even more devestating."

Reid swallowed and kept his eyes forward.

"But you can't go very far, can you?" Foyet kicked Reid's cast and Reid grimaced. "You'll be a pain for me to carry," he commented. "So I guess whatever I'm going to do to you I'll have to do here."

It was the Reid saw the bag. He tried to move but Foyet was right, he couldn't go anywhere really because of the damn cast. He tried to grab a crutch to use it as a weapon.

Foyet snatched it from his hand and twisted his arm.

Reid screamed in pain as he heard the snapping of a bone.

"Nice try, Reid," he growled. "I was going to go nice and slow on you but let's just jump right in, all right?"

Reid's eyes watered in pain and agony as he held his limp arm.

"I heard you don't like drugs, is that true?" He eyed the needle fearfully and pushed back on the couch.

"Please..."

"Sh, sh, sh," whispered Foyet. "Don't fight me now. It'll hurt less if you struggle." The needle was stabbed in his broken arm. He groaned as an old feeling passed over him. He had worked so hard fighting that drug addiction, and now the past was sneaking up on him.

"Don't worry, I got your favorite," Foyet whispered. "Dillaudid. But of course I have to add a few others in to make it more fun."

"Please..."Reid felt weak. Flashes of his mother entered his head.

"Pay attention Spencer." She was saying.

He felt the first knife stab go into his chest.

"Don't worry," Foyet told him. "I know exactly what I'm doing. Where to stab so you won't die. I stabbed Hotch 9 times...let's see if we can make it 11 this time?"

Pain...so much pain and dizzyness. His mind had become foggy. It was Dillaudid, he recoginzed the feeling, but there was indeed another drug invovled. He wasn't sure what. He felt weak, nauseated.

The knife went on his side next. And then near his heart. Foyet hummed while he did his work.

"Hotch will be devestated," he laughed. "Knowing that you went through the kind of pain he did...and worse becuase of the drug and your arm...and your leg." He slammed Reid's cast against the table causing Reid to scream. Foyet smiled, as if satisfied by his results. The cast was smashed hard enough it cracked. Heated pain shot up his now broken leg.

Tears rolled down his cheeks.

"It's worse for you,then it was for him ,isn't it?" Foyet asked curiously. "Hotch can handle this emotional stuff...the pain and fear of being tortured, but you're still knew at it, aren't you?"

Reid bit his lip and refused to answer. Flashes of Tobias entered his head.

Foyet smiled.

"That just makes it better," he breathed into Reid's ear. Reid moaned as the knife went into his chest again. Another needle was pressed into his other arm.

So many drugs were in his system. It was too much. He started to choke and convulse. Foyet stepped back to watch as foam came from his mouth and finally Reid drifted into darkness, and his body went limp.

"Don't want you to die on an overdose," Foyet growled and pushed on Reid's chest and breathed into his mouth.

Reid coughed after the CPR was preformed on him but still remained unconscious because of the rest of the pain. He didn't even flinch when Foyet stabbed him one last time. Afterwards It Foyet dialed 911.

"There's a person here," he said quietly. "That has been stabbed mulitple times. He's barely alive. I suggest you get here as fast as you can." He hung up before they could ask for a name. He smiled down at Reid's unconscious body. "See you soon, Dr. Reid," he whispered. "This isn't over yet."

Slowly he left the room leaving Dr. Reid fighting for his life.