Ok, first off I'm new as a writer and this is my first story. Some may ask if the reviews be "nice" but I say bring it to me! I am a writer (I am working on 4 other stories not related to fanfiction and also a 60-pg folder of poems that grows by the day) but I have never shown anyone my work. And when I do all they say is that it's good. I WANT CRITICISM! Tell me if I spelled something wrong. Provide me with more info. Please do not go easy on me!

Another thing I should say is that I'm nervous to publish this on the fact that I am scared this will become an adandoned fic. I have been writing my stories for about 5 years now and I still only have like 10 pgs on it. Problem is that I have the story completely written out in my head, it's just getting it down thats the prob.

However, this flowed out of me! Like it just gushed. Not like my sit-and-stare-at-the-screen-for-an-hour-before-I-write-a-single-paragraph. But in one sitting I just wrote and wrote and wrote. It was a beautiful and new experiance. Anyways, get to reading cause I present the amazing work of BLACKFIREWOLF! (Oh and italics are thoughts).

The first thought Reid had when he woke was not again. For a second he lay perfectly still, trying to comprehend what had happened. His team had had a case; he was in the parking lot outside the BAU, getting ready to go to the airport. Then… pain, darkness, and cruel laughter in his ear before he collapsed from a sharp pain in his neck.

He was now laying on his back on a cool, flat surface. A table he guessed. With that small bit of information he then tried to use his senses to gather more info on where he was and what was happening. It was also then that he realized that he felt the grogginess, the heaviness that could only mean one thing; drugs. Panic clawed at Reid's throat and he had to muffle a scream threatening to break free. Oh God no, please not again! He silently screamed inside.

He had barely overcome his addiction the first time and he honestly didn't know if he would be strong enough if he had to do it again. He twitched, and drew in a long, deep breath trying to keep calm. He was slightly startled when a deep amused voice spoke.

"Finally awake, are you Dr. Reid?" Reid opened his eyes. He was in a small room, painted completely white. He was strapped down on a smooth surgical table, leather bonds holding him down by his hands and legs. Twisting his head he could see a cabinet covering one side of the room and a bolted heavy door on the other side. And standing by the door, smirking down at him was a man.

He was white with a medium height and build, maybe in his late thirties or early forties. He had short chopped black hair that stuck out in all directions and a soft face that was contradicted with the hard blue eyes. He was wearing jeans and a blue rumpled button-down shirt that was open at the front with a white lab coat thrown easily over the outfit. He also looked extremely comfortable.

"What did you give me?" rasped Reid, cursing at how his voice was so small. The man gave a care-free laugh and strode slowly over to Reid.

"Relax Dr. Reid. It's not dilaudid. It was just a mild sedative drug. You were barely out for an hour. And don't look so shocked," he added at Reid's startled look; "I do my research." The man grinned down at the young agent then turned and started rummaging through the cabinet.

Reid struggled with the man had told him. How did he know about his past drug addiction? And if he knows about that then he must know about Tobias, right? So who knew what that man knew about him? He knew that the Tobias files were sealed tight, Garcia had made sure of that, and even then only a handful knew about his struggles with dilaudid. Frankly, it scared the holy shit out of Reid that the man knew so much about his personal life.

"Quiet aren't we, Dr. Reid? Aren't you going to try to talk me down or figure out more about me?" The unknown man paused in his search though the drawers to come over and stare straight into Reid's eyes. Reid flinched slightly as the man leaned over him but refused to look away from his stare. He would be strong through whatever this man was going to do to him. The man cocked his head sideways, still smiling down at Reid.

"You're stronger then people give you credit for, Dr. Reid." The man then moved away and Reid gave an inner sigh of relief now that the man wasn't so close. He wasn't fully comfortable being close to his team let alone this strange man that had him strapped to a table.

"So; are you going to ask me anything? I will answer you Dr. Reid. I'm not our usual unsub." The man chuckled lightly to himself from across the room. Reid pondered for a moment before asking "What do you want with me?"

He laughed and replied, "I'm going to give you everything you have ever wanted in your life Dr. Reid." This statement greatly confused Reid and he fought to understand what this man meant.

The man moved back over top of Reid and his eyes widen when he saw the large knife in his hand. The man grinned and started to bring the knife down which kicked Reid's still not entirely aware mind into full gear. He thrashed away from the horrible grin of the man and the large knife clearly meant to hurt him.

"Relax Dr. Reid; I'm not going to hurt you. You are going to cut yourself though if you don't stop that fighting. I promise I will not hurt you with this knife." The man said calmly, pulling his hand and the knife away from Reid's clearly panicked form.

Reid eyed the man and panted out, "You expect me to believe that?" The man gave a sigh, smile gone, and said, "I will tie you down if you don't stop. I swear; no harm will come to you." Reid stopped his struggles, not because he believed the man but because he didn't want to be tied down any more then he already was.

"That's good Dr. Reid, just stay still." The man soothed in a sickly sweet voice that made Reid shiver. The man moved and cut through Reid shirt before he could react. He gave a yelp and jerked away as the man pulled the torn shirt out from under him.

"What are you doing? Stop!" yelled Reid starting to fight against his bonds holding him down. The man ignored him and laid one arm across his legs, effectively pinning him down. He then proceeded to cut through Reid's pants, nicking his thighs as Reid bucked up and down, leaving him only in his boxers.

"Stop!" Reid demanded, blushing at being so exposed. The man rolled his eyes at Reid's blushing and shaking form and said in a tired voice, "I said I wasn't going to hurt you and now you're bleeding from all that fighting." The man strode over to the cabinet and after a few seconds returned with a clean rag. Reid flinched as the man leaned down and wiped up the blood oozing from the small cut on his legs, blushing furiously at the closeness of the man. When the man was certain Reid was no longer bleeding he stepped back and went back to the cabinet.

"Why did you cut off my clothes?" asked Reid, fear rising in him as he watched the man's back as he fiddled with something.

"You won't need them." replied the man absentmindedly. Instantly Reid felt his fear and panic rise a tenfold and it took everything he had to keep calm.

"Who are you?" asked Reid, needing something to distract him from his frantic thoughts. The man chuckled and surprised Reid by answering him. "I am Dr. Jacob Matthews." he replied soft and smooth, so that Reid barely heard him.

Finally he turned back to Reid, holding in his hand a syringe. Inside, about three-quarters of a way full, was a liquid that changed colour. Reid found himself mesmerized by it; first a fiery red fading to deep purple then a light blue to camouflage green. Each second the colour changed, never the same shade twice, and it flowed naturally, smoothly, like it was supposed to change.

Matthews stepped forward and tied a bit of the torn shirt around Reid's arm. Reid knew what that meant. How many times had he done it to himself, in his dark days of addiction? Matthews then leaned down and got ready to insert the needle into Reid's arm.

Reid once again started to struggle. He didn't know what the beautiful liquid was but he knew he didn't want it in him. Matthews, however was stronger then Reid in his still slightly drugged form, and was able to hold his arm down even as Reid full out panicked.

"My team will find you! They will make you pay!" Reid said desperately but also in full confidence. In his mind he could imagine a very pissed off Morgan kicking the door open with a firm shout of "FBI!" His team, they cared for him, they would tear the city apart looking for him. And he had great confidence that they would find him.

Matthews gave a chuckle and replied as he searched Reid's arm for a vein, "Ah, but Dr. Reid, I want your team to find you. And they will; they just won't know it. And they won't find me; I'll be long gone."

"You don't have to do this." Reid said in a last ditch effort.

"I don't," said Matthews, "But I want to; I want to help you Dr. Reid."

"Please!" Reid finally gave in and whimpered, "Please, don't do this!" He withered beneath the man as Matthews grinned and whispered softly in Reid's ear, "I'm going to change you…"

Then he plunged the needle into Reid's arm...

So? Good or Bad? The next chaps will be longer so don't worry. I will try to update often but no promises. Oh and I'm not updating again till I get at least 10 reviews. I refuse to write a story that nobody is reading. So spread the word guys! Please? Thx tons. :)