Hi everybody ! I published this story a long time ago and I just wrote two chapters for it. I decided to delete the old version, because it had horrible mistakes and I want to change some things. There are still some mistakes, but it should make more sense :) Have fun and please review.

Disclaimer: I own nothing, just the bad guy is my creation, he he he.

Warnings: There is a reason why it's rated M. Violence, Language, ….

Friday; 11pm; Reid's Apartment

The rooms of the apartment were dark, just the TV shined through the black. Sitting alone on his sofa was Reid, looking at the documentary that showed different kinds of mental illnesses. Just a Reid evening, boring for others, but just the best for the social awkward doctor. Normally he would go out with some of his teammates, but this weekend even Morgan had other plans. Well, to visit his mum and sisters are really other plans, if you are Morgan. First Reid had considered to visit his mum at Bennington too, especially since they had a long weekend from Thursday to Monday, but he still had to overcome himself every time when he wanted to see her, so in the end he didn't go. He wasn't sure if it was fear or guilt. Probably both. He feared that she might have an episode when he comes and call him a traitor and liar. He hated the looks from the doctors when he tried to calm her, while she was fighting against him. Full of pity. And why he felt guilty? Because he had sent her away, even when it was the only right way. Sadness filled him as he thought about her pleading face when she was carried away. He looked grimly at the TV.

"One of the worst mental illnesses is schizophrenia. While one of..." With an angry hit on the remote the TV went black. The world hated him, for sure.

He looked at the digital clock next to him. 10:10 pm blinked the red light. It wasn't really late, but he was tired so he decided to go to bed. As he stood up he couldn't see anything, not even the moon brought light in the apartment, just pitch black. Slowly he groped his way to the room, ignoring the fear in his mind that sent goosebumps down his body. But he had to admit that his fear of the "absence of light" became better. He could sleep peacefully in the dark and he even walked around his apartment without light, like now, he thought smiling. With an "bump" he found his bed and crawled under the warm bedsheet. Before he could hear how his window was opened, he was already fast asleep.

Friday; 11pm; Hotch's House

"Jack! Turn the TV off. It´s time for bed!", Hotch called from the kitchen. He was cleaning the dishes after they had eaten pasta.

"But Dad! The movie is really cool. Please, it ends in twenty minutes. Please, Daddy!", Jack shouted pleadingly.

Hotch sighed: "No, you already said the same twenty minutes ago." He placed the plates back in the cupboard and cleaned the glasses.

"Please!", Jack said.

Hotch was about to call back when Beth came to him: "Let him watch the movie. It's weekend. It's our weekend. He is so happy that you have so much free time and even turned off your mobile phone." She said the last thing with a smirk and kissed him softly.

"You're right.", Hotch said smiling and kissed her back. Yes, this would be definitely just for them. Still, he couldn't get away the worrying that he had , but he was just overprotective, at least he hoped so.

Friday; 11 pm; Fran's House

"Really?!", Fran asked her son, laughing about the stories he told them. Sarah and Desiree couldn't stop smirking.

Morgan smirked and said: "Yes, I really did. You should have seen his face when the media called him again and again. After some time he just snapped at them. And that while Hotch was there. It was really hard not to laugh, but he still found out and he got his revenge." He loved to tell his family about his team, especially about Reid, who was like the younger brother he never had.

"What did he do to take revenge?", asked Sarah. They all enjoyed Derek's visit. And it was even better because his team couldn't call him for a case. For that Desiree and her had make sure.

Morgan had to laugh when he remembered Reid's payback: "First, he hacked my MP3-Player. So, when I listened to my music in the jet it suddenly stopped and he told me that I should not underestimate an MIT- Absolvent and he just started screaming. It was awful to put my music away, but when my mobile phone rang and it was him again screaming in my ear, our prank war begun. Since them we play pranks to each other, but we both refuse to give up. I once change the sugar with salt, his face when he drank his coffee..." They started laughing. "Or...or when he put some superglue on my chair at work. That was embarrassing, I couldn't stand up and just then Hotch called me to his office. Well, his face was quite funny when I rolled in his office." That sent them over the edge. Fran had tears in her eyes from laughing and Sarah and Desiree were close to falling to the floor, holding their aching stomach.

Still chuckling Morgan asked: "Hey, has anyone see my mobile phone?

Friday; 11:30 pm; Reid's Apartment

Cold september air came through the open window, slowly crawling under Reid's bedsheet and waking him he looked at an open window. He frowned and wondered why it was open. He hadn't let it stay open, had he? Maybe he just forgot it, he had been tired when he went to bed.

"Just close it so you can continue sleeping.", Reid thought, but instead of his own movings the bed squeaked from something, someone else.

Immediately he froze and stopped breathing. Instead of his own, he could hear another heavy breathing behind him, sending warm waves over his neck. He pretended to sleep, but he started to shake. Before, whoever was behind him could attack he rolled out of his bed and reached for his gun. He swallowed nervously as he could feel nothing, but the cold surface of his cabinet. Panic rose in him as he stood there weaponless, watching as a dark figure rose from his bed.

The stranger started to chuckle as he waved something in front of Reid.

"Searching something Doctor Reid?"

Friday; 11:30 pm; JJ's House

Tired but happy JJ sat down next to Will on their couch.

"Finally I could get our little monster in his bed. He wouldn't stop pleading till I read something to him.", she said smiling. Will chuckled and kissed his wife.

"Now it's just us.", Will whispered and took JJ close who replied his kiss passionately.

"It's wonderful that we both have no work, it'll be an amazing weekend.", Will said and rolled on top of JJ, still kissing her.

JJ laughed and replied: "Yes, I love to spend time with you both. I needed it, the last cases were hard."

"You are my strong girl. This weekend is for your relaxation. No Cases. No BAU. No Unsubs. Just you, me and Henry."

JJ took Will's T-shirt off while he opened her blouse: "Don't worry, since Henry drowned my phone in the toilet nobody can take me away from my weekend.", JJ explained smiling and melted away in Will's touch.

Friday; 11:30 pm; Chinese Restaurant

The cold air was refreshing when Blake went out of the Restaurant, together with her husband Jack. It had been an amazing surprise when he could come home for the long weekend. They both with no work, a rare situation. She laughed when he offered her his jacket like a real gentleman.

"Thank you for the wonderful evening darling.", Blake said and gave her husband a kiss.

He smiled warmly and replied: " You're welcome. I missed you so much. I really love my work, but... I wished I could be more with you."

"Work as an F.B.I agent. You will have still no time, but at least we have no time together." Both laughed at Blake´s joke.

"I love you.", Jack said and held Blake close.

"I love you too.", Blake whispered and cuddled herself into her husband's warm embrace.

They got into their car, without recognizing that Blake's mobile phone fell out of her pocket and was left behind on the street.

Friday; 11:38 pm; Reid's Apartment

Okay, now it was clear, the world really hates him. "How had this guy come in ... ah yes, the open window. That was stupid to leave it unlocked.", Reid scolded with himself while watching the man carefully.

He could scream out of the window for help, he would never make it to the mobile phone in his kitchen. But when he thought about his neighbourhood, they would just think he was drunk. His heart raced, pounding wild in his chest. He opened his mouth, but closed it again, not trusting his voice. The stranger looked wildly through the darkness at him, like a predator would stare at his prey.

"Not interested who I am, Spencer?", asked the deep voice, revealing white teeth with his smile.

Spencer immediately recognized the change from his formal name to more personal, but still couldn't get a word out.

"Wait, do you prefer Spence or maybe Uncle Spence like this lovely godson of yours calls you? Or is it Genius? Little poor Baby Reid, gets patted by Garcia. Maybe I should call you Pretty Boy, that would show maybe my intentions more. Do you think Morgan gets jealous because I will be your first?", the man taunted spitefully.

As the stranger mentioned the last thing, Reid couldn't help himself but run. At least he tried to run. Pain shoot through his right arm when the man tackled him to the ground. He was as big as Reid and had a massive body which pressed the air out of Reid. Wheezing Reid tried to push the bulky man away who pinned him to the ground. With an angry growl he managed to push him aside and to stand up, gasping for air. But a strong hand around his ankle stopped him from running away.

"HE-", with one swift move the stranger stood and punched Reid hard in the face to stop him from shouting. It worked. Again Reid laid on the floor, the world around him spinning from the hard punch. Thick fingers grabbed his hair painfully and yanked him up. He could just groan, before he was punched twice in his stomach, doubling over from the pain. Instantly the man kicked Reid backward and sent him flying over his couch right into the small wooden table, which burst crashing into a hundred pieces. Everything went so fast, the world around him was just spinning, sending a wave of nausea over him as he laid between the destroyed table.

A dark laugh echoed from the man's throat, mustering the young man before him. He pulled Reid up, who was unable to fight back and smashed him into the next wall, letting his head hit the wall with a sickening crunch. Reid saw stars from the smash, unsure if his skull cracked or the wall. He could feel warm liquid run down his neck, glueing his already sweaty hair to the skin. Panic settled in when he realized that the big man squeezed his throat, cutting off the air flow.

Scratching at the man's wrists Reid fought for air, but he could barely move, his body pressed between the wall and the massive body of this stranger. "I don't want to die like this. I don't want to be murdered from an completely stranger who seems to know me more than he should. I don't want my corpse lying somewhere in the dirt for days, before my family will even recognize that I'm missing. No….. I.. need air…. I…. can't give up…", with the last thing running through his head he managed to push his knee up, hitting the right place.

The man let go of him, swearing and growling. Reid gasped for air, searching for the strength in his muscles to run away. Swaying he lurched to the door, seeing his escape just a few feet away.

"You fucking idiot! That was the wrong move.", the man snarled. With that he pointed Reid´s gun at the fleeing man and pulled the trigger.

Friday; 11:38 pm; Garcia's Apartment

"Take that you little fool! I wouldn't mess up with the goddess of Combat!", Garcia said to herself, while sitting in front of her computers, playing game after game. She was wrapped up in pink and purple blankets, next to her were chips and energy drinks to keep her awake. She had made herself a bucket list for the long weekend. On top was shopping, after that baking, playing games and maybe call some other teammates.

A little ding let her break the sight on the screen.

"My cupcakes!", the bubbly woman sang joyfully and stormed into the kitchen.

Carefully she opened the oven and looked at the tiny cakes. She pulled them out and let them cool down. While that she started to make the topping. After she mixed butter, cream and a lot of sugar, she colored them, by adding blue food coloring.

After ten minutes in the fridge she could put the topping on the cupcakes which had already cool down. Garcia chuckled about the thought that she was the only woman who baked cupcakes at eleven pm. Smiling about the fact that her teammates would come smiling to work because of her cupcakes made her work even harder, to make the cupcakes as good as possible. She whistled a funny melody and started to decorate the muffins with little flowers.

Satisfied with her creation she took out one of her phones and made a picture from her creation.

Friday; 11:38 pm; Rossi's Mansion

He was brooding now for over half an hour. Sitting in front of his laptop with a glass filled with red wine and a full stomach from the italian pasta earlier. Somehow he was angry with his publisher, for convincing him to write another book. Of course he loved to write, especially about his work, but that it had to be this weekend was not what he planned.

He sighed deeply. The next chapter wasn't easy. It was about criminal acts based on mental illness. It was uncomfortable to write about a topic that remembered him so much of Reid, especially on Reid's greatest fear. Furthermore he hadn't the best knowledge in this area.

He continued thinking about Reid and his mother. After he learned from Hotch about Reid's childhood, growing up with an schizophrenic mother all alone, he had read some article about this illness. It had make him sick to think about the fact that Reid was lucky to have survived his childhood. Every time it could had happen that his mother had a bad episode and would have started to attack her own son. Reid had once told him how he was trapped with his mother in an elevator in a libary. She had started to get an episode and accused Reid to be a spy of the government. He was nearly killed by her because she had tried to strangle him to death. Reid had been ten. Again he sighed, somehow this book just brought misery.

Maybe he could call Reid and ask him about statistic or something to talk to him. He wanted to hear the young man's voice after his thought, just to check if he was alright, assure that he wasn't choked to death.

Laughing about the fact that he was so worried he thought: "I'm getting more sentimental the older I become."

When he looked for his mobile phone he couldn't find it. After searching the half house, he knew it was his way of having an excuse to not write anymore, he tried to remember where he put it.

"My go bag! For the cases! It's in the office… and of course I left the phone in it", he sighed.

He was slowly sinking back in his chair, staring at the laptop before closing it and standing up, walking up to his welcoming bed.

Saturday; 00:00 am; Somewhere

The pain was now just a throbbing ache, flaming up with every wrong move. After he had kicked away the man he was shot in his left thigh, leaving him bleeding and defenseless on the floor, the perfect victim to be bound, gagged and carried into a black van, now lying under the back seats. It was hard to stay awake the more blood he lost, if his kidnapper wasn't going to do something till the next day he was going to die.

A hole in the street let the van shake unnecessarily hard, sending hot pain through Reid's leg. He gritted his teeth, trying not to scream and satisfy some of the sick desires the man had.

Reid had to admit he was scared, probably more than Morgan or Hotch would be. But he also had to say that he had changed. He wasn't the fearful kid anymore. Years ago he would have probably cried, like he did when he was at Tobias' mercy. But just too many things had happened, taking away the innocence, everyone believed was in him. Honestly he couldn't remember when he had lost it, he guessed it was slowly ripped away piece by piece. If he would someday have a grim face like Hotch? Reid chuckled at his silly thoughts, enjoying the memory of his team members. Smiling his surrounding faded and he was slowly falling into a dreamless sleep.

He watched the young man through the back mirror while he fought the darkness. He smiled when his face twist in pain with every hard jerk from the car. When he looked again he snarled as he saw that Reid actually had a smile on his face as he lost consciousness. Soon this stupid grin would be punched out of his visage, he would make sure of that. He would need every sleep he could get, before their time began. He laughed out. He couldn't wait for the game to start.

As the dirty road came to an end he turned to his captive and stroked over the dark bruise on Reid's cheek, smiling brightly. Oh yes, this is going to be a lot of fun.

Well, that was my rewrite of the first chapter. What do you think ? The second chapter is as good as finished and I will upload it soon. I don't know how Blake husband is called so I just called him Jack, I hope that isn't a problem. Savannah isn't going to be in this story, Morgan is still single :P I takes place after season eight, before season nine. The whole phone thing will be revealed next chapter, so keep reading ;) Also keep reading if you like Reid whump, he he he. Well, please review :D Bye, Minna-de-de XD