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A/N: I haven't attempted this kind of story before, but I hope it goes well. There will be some colorful language scattered in many of the chapters. Tell me what you think. Please critique, comment, review; I take it all.

The morning light illuminated the dark sleek revolver in his hand. Carefully, he tucked it away in the crooks of his bag where it could not be seen. He then brought forth the vials, slowly wrapping them securely before tucking them in his bag. The dark maroon liquid sloshed inside the translucent glass.

A loud intake of breath filled the quite room, the sun it's only visitor as it washed the walls in bright florescent light. He exhaled, letting the breath shakily leave his lips. His hands shook. Excitement coursing through his veins. It was finally time, finally! Those bastards would get what they deserved. He smiled.

He slowly moved away from the satchel that lay closed on the table, concealing it's contents. He ended up in front of the bathroom mirror. His face illuminated by the ceiling lights, as he stood gazing at his reflection.

His eyes hardened, his lips pressed tightly together. This reflection: the brown wavy curls of his hair, the sharp juts of his face. The bright hazel eyes that overtook his features. This illusion. Once again he smiled. Soon it would be over, all of it. He didn't want to be this person any longer. He couldn't be.

He left the bathroom, moving swiftly through the rooms of his small house, making it to his bedroom closet. Quietly, he opened the door and his eyes fell over the small boy in the corner. His smile grew, a wet chuckle escaping his lips. The young man stirred at the noise, but did not wake. His body pulled into itself, tucked as far into the corner as the wall would allow. Another sick chuckled came from the man's lips as a weak whimper escaped the small man. His eyes drank in the boys condition, every moment seeing him was paradise. A small pool of blood had gathered beneath his slender frame, his wavy brown hair matted to his forehead in crimson ooze. Though his face was effectively hidden by stray locks and burrowed deep in the single coat that hung in the closet, the fear and the pain was evident.

"Get up!" He screamed, making the young man jolt from his sleep. Frantic eyes found the mans figure at the door. Seemingly he pulled himself further into his body, wrapping into an even tighter ball. His light, terrified hazel eyes gazing up at the man's own in anticipation. His frail body trembling. He did not speak, but his eyes revealing everything. The man at the door widened his grin, eyeing the young man's fear with glee. "You should know, you won't be alone for long. I have some very special visitors coming by. Six of them actually. You will be seeing them soon."

The young man tried to speak, his lips forming the shapes of the words he was trying to pronounce. Though only a low wheeze escaped his parched lips.

Mockingly, the man brought his hand to the side of his head, cupping his fingers around the back of his ear, "Nothing to say," He laughed. "I'm surprised doctor, you have always been one known to talk." In vain, the young man again attempted to speak, but still he could not produce the words. In defeat, he pressed his lips together, no longer trying.

He liked seeing the young man submitting to defeat. He was giving up. Loosing hope."Goodbye brother." He closed the door, chortling as his mind still pictured the young man's struggles. "It will all be over soon."

Swiftly, he grabbed the satchel from the table and slung the faded material over his shoulder. Unconsciously he pulled at the shirt collar around his neck, a habit he had picked up since his...transformation. And as he passed the wall mirror, the cold, excited glint in his eyes did not escape his noticed.

Finally. Everything was falling into place.

He pulled the door shut as he walked out.

Finally.

The smile never left his face as he headed to the BAU.

...

"Hey Pretty boy!" Morgan announced upon seeing Reid step out of the elevator. He gave his friend a warm smile. "How are you doing?"

Reid smirked, an expression that was becoming very common on his face. "Great. I'm doing just great."

"Yeah? You got something special happening? Hu? Someone one...new?" Morgan clasped Reid on the shoulder and chuckled. Eww get the fuck off me. Reid thought, the idea of this man touching him was disgusting.

Reid scoffed, shaking his head as he pulled away from his 'friend's' grip. Then he headed towards the small kitchenette at the back of the BAU. He called over his shoulder, "You have no idea."

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"No cases?" Emily asked Hotch in surprise. "What are we going to do?"

Morgan chuckled, "What no crazy 'sin to win' weekend planned?" Emily elbowed him playfully, but her expression remained serious, as she retorted. "If you say so..." Morgan laughed.

"Enough you guys." Rossi said, then muttered under his breath, "Questi tipi strani."

A few moments of silence passed as the team tried to understand what he had just said. Seeing as none of them understood Italian, puzzlement befuddled them all.

A few seconds later JJ questioned, "Why all this complaining? When unsubs decide to take a weekend off, it's a good thing. A very good thing, actually. We haven't had a break in...I don't know how long."

"Yeah, let's go to the bar or something?" Morgan offered. A few nodded. Hotch exited the room and headed to inform Garcia of the new development.

"Yeah, that sounds good." Rossi agreed.

"No." The team was startled by the sudden appearance of Reid's voice. They turned to him, he ignored them as frustration erupted inside him. He thought, Tonight was the night, they have to come over! It was finally time to set his plan in motion. No damn bar would come in the way of that. He took a deep calming breath and replied in a controlled voice, "Come to my apartment tonight."

"Why?" Morgan eyed Reid suspiciously. It wasn't like Morgan to question his friend, but Reid had been acting so damn strange lately..."You never invite us over."

Reid glared at Morgan, but then turned his attention to the rest of the team members. Hotch had reentered with Garcia in tow. Reid didn't actually have a valid response to Morgan's question, well he did... but he couldn't exactly use it. Thinking quickly, he lied. "I've been meaning to have you guys over for a while now. Something...special I need to show you. And seeing as there's no cases..." He allowed his voice to trail off, leaving them to form their own conclusions.

Garcia came from behind the others, making her way toward the front of the circle, "Like a party?" -Reid nodded- "Sounds like fun!" She squealed excitedly looking to the others with a large grin. "Come on guys we all have to go!"

"I'll bring the wine," Rossi supplied. The others grinned. Reid included, his eyes shinning brightly. Things were playing out better then he had hoped.

"I'll go," JJ and Emily said in unison. Hotch nodded, a small smile grazing his lips. Morgan was the only one who had not spoken, his wondering gaze trained on Reid, his brow furrowed. He kept thinking, Somethings off about Reid. Something...But what?

"Morgan?" Reid stared at him expectantly. His expression darkening, almost angry as he waited for Morgan to respond. Something about him... Morgan thought but he pushed that thought aside, forcing a grin as he responded. "I'll be there."

Reid smiled, but the darkness that clouded his eyes did not retreat. His face was different, the innocence replaced by wickedness as he answered, "Perfect."

The team filed out of the office, Garcia excitedly talking about their upcoming evening together.

"Prefect." The word repeated in Morgan's mind.

He couldn't help but feel sick to his stomach.

...

The team all sat crowded around the small coffee table in Reid's living room, expectantly. The women: JJ, Emily and Garcia, wore dresses. The men wore suites. The ideas of work was but a lingering thought in the back of their minds.

"What do you think he's doing?" Morgan looked down at his coffee cup before taking a small sip. The liquid was sweet, sweeter then he liked.

"I don't know," Emily replied honestly, tugging at the lace that hugged her neck. "You never know with Reid." She smiled slightly.

Rossi took another drink of his wine, leaning back in his seat with a slight smile on his face. "The kid has a knack for suspense." He nodded toward the kitchen where Reid had disappeared for what seemed like hours ago.

"I'll go check on him," Garcia jumped up, and exclaiming brightly before disappearing around the corner.

Hotch was gazing around the room in silent awe, taking in the apartment. "Wow." The others looked at him and he gestured to an overflowing bookshelf in the corner of the small room. "Reid does like to read, alright."

JJ responded through a small cough, "You got that right. He..." She didn't get a chance to finish. Her eyes widened as she gazed at something behind the team, the glass she held fell from her hand and shattered on the floor.

"JJ.." They said in unison as they turned around in the direction of her gaze. Their eyes widening at what they saw. Reid and Garcia both stood before them. Reid held her tightly to his chest, a gun pressed against the side of her head. Garcia was crying, a stream of blood trickled from the side of her head as tears streamed down her red face. Her body shaking violently.

"Reid?" Emily stared at her colleague with deep confusion. "What are you-you doing?"

He said nothing, jamming the gun tighter against Garcia's head. She let out a shrill scream as pain shot through her skull. His expression was unreadable as he looked over them, his eyes dark.

"Reid!?" Morgan jumped to his feet, not caring as he lost hold of his glass and it shattered to the floor. "What the Hell are you doing?!"

Still Reid did not speak, but his lips curled into a wicked smirk. Morgan took a hurried step forward, but quickly retreated as Garcia let out another shrill cry.

Finally he spoke, "Take one more step and she dies."

Hotch quickly jumped to his feet, his eyes trained on the gun as his mind tried to comprehend the situation. He stood next to Morgan assessing their options and means of operation.

They had no weapon. Who would have thought...

Calmly, Reid spoke. "All of you to do as I say, or I will shoot this disgusting pig in the head. Do you understand?" Garcia whimpered at the words, but remained still. The team nodded. "Good. Take a seat and place your hands on the table. Slowly. Any sudden movements and you know what happens." The team complied, each slowly doing as they were instructed. They all stared at Reid, eyes filled with horror and shock. None could comprehend.

"Please, Reid-"

"Shut up!" Reid yelled. "Any of you speak, I shoot. Understand?"

They nodded.

"Now Hotch," The Unit Chief almost looked startled at the mention of his name. "Reach under the table and pull out the restraints. Slowly. Try anything and little Garcia here gets a bullet in the brain"-Hotch slowly complied, reaching under the table and pulling out the restraints-"Secure them on the others, tightly. Then on yourself." Silence enveloped the room with the exception of Garcia's straggled sobs and the the zip of plastic as Hotch restrained each team member. He finished, then sat down before securing his own. He then looked up at Reid, unmistakable malice in his eyes.

Reid smiled.

"Reid?" It was Garcia's frightened voice. She cringed in anticipation. Silence. He did not yell prompting her to continue, "Why?" Again, she expected another blow. She couldn't see him, as he rolled his eyes. Morgan took this as an opportunity to persist the question.

"What happened to you?" He had meant to sound intimidating, but his voice came out sluggish. "What..."

"I feel dizzy," JJ whispered, her voice barely audible.

"What did you-ou do?" Hotch demanded, glaring through a weakened gaze. Reid laughed as the team struggled to stay awake. Reid didn't respond; he knew they already knew the answer. He watched as JJ, Emily, and Rossi's heads fell towards the table. Unconscious.

"You..."Hotch attempted, but soon followed the others, his head pitching forward, falling on the side of the couch. Morgan, aside from Garcia, remained conscious. It was evident how much he was struggling to stay awake.

"Only a matter of seconds. Tick tock."

"Why?" Morgan asked as his eyes slowly slid shut, his head dropping as his body went limp. Garcia whimpered. Reid smiled. Then in one swift motion he hit her over the head with the butt of his gun. She fell hard to the ground.

"Why?" Reid sighed, "Because you are all such fucking idiots."

A/N: I luv luv luv Garcia, any words harsh words spoke about her are purely for the purpose of the story and as a means to keep each person in character. I hope you enjoyed! Please critique, comment, review. All, are great!

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