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TRIBULATIONS
By hatochiisai
Disclaimer: I do not own “Criminal Minds” or any of the characters of the show.
Reidcentric
WARNING: This work includes nonconsensual homosexual intercourse.
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Chapter 10
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Reid was still asleep when Gideon and Garcia started moving around in the morning. Garcia went to the bathroom to freshen up while Gideon went to get them some coffee. And Reid some juice and Jell-O to placate him with when they had coffee and he didn’t…
The door opened and a man in scrubs walked in and over to the bathroom door, wedging a chair under the knob.
“Gideon?” Garcia called from inside. There was no answer. She tried to open the door. “Gideon? Hey… Hey!?” The man walked over to Reid’s beside and reached out, stroking his hair.
“Beautiful…” Graham whispered. Reid jerked awake, eyes wide, but before he could call out, there was a hand over his mouth. “Shhhh… let’s go, Spencer.” And he began to remove the IV’s and all the wires and tubes from Reid’s body, then dragged him out of the bed. Reid whimpered, his legs shaking weakly. Graham moved towards the door, ignoring Garcia trying to force her way out of the bathroom.
They stepped out into the hallway.
“Dr. Reid, what are-- OH!” A nurse gasped. Graham had pulled a gun and had it pressed into Reid’s stomach.
“Let’s go, Spencer…” Graham hissed into Reid’s ear, and they stumbled down the hall. Moments later, an alarm sounded.
“You can’t get out.” Reid gasped. “They’ve been on guard, waiting for one of you to make a move on me. The place will be surrounded within two minutes.”
“… We’ll get out.” Graham hissed, dragging Reid into the elevator. But they didn’t go down… they went up. All the way to the top floor… They left the elevator and Graham dragged Reid up the stairs and onto the roof. Reid winced and stumbled; the gravel hurt his bare feet. Graham pulled out a cell phone and passed it to Reid.
“Call Agent Hotchner.” He said. Reid blinked, staring, but took the phone and dialed.
“Hotchner.” Came the answer.
“Hotch?” Reid squeaked.
“Reid? What are you… Is something wrong?”
“Uh… you could say that…” Reid said, wincing.
“Tell him where you are and who you’re with, and tell him that you have a gun to your back.” Graham hissed, standing behind Reid.
“Reid, what’s wrong?” Hotch asked, standing and hurrying to the door of his office, waving everyone to him. They came running. Hotch put the phone on speaker.
“I uh… I’m on the roof of the hospital.”
“What the hell are you doing there?!” Hotch demanded.
“Graham Vanderwal.” Reid gasped, wincing when a hand ran down his side. “He has a gun…” Graham nuzzled Reid’s ear, and whispered into it. “He wants a helicopter in thirty minutes, or… or he’ll kill me.” Graham took the phone from Reid, and closed it.
The team stared at it. “The hospital.” Hotch said. “MOVE.” And everyone ran from the room.
“We have a bit of time…” Graham hissed into Reid’s ear, turning and pressing him up against the wall.
“Yeah… for me to puke.” Reid grumbled. Graham blinked, then glared. He pulled Reid back, then slammed him into the wall. Reid yelped, then whimpered when the man wedged a knee between his legs and forced him to spread them.
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“Gideon!” Hotch called, and Gideon turned.
“Graham has Reid.” Gideon gasped.
“We know. He wants a chopper in…” Hotch checked his watch, “In seventeen minutes. On the roof. Where was Garcia?”
“Graham locked her in the bathroom.” Gideon said, looking at the woman who was clinging to Morgan. “I was getting coffee.” Hotch nodded.
“He has a gun, Jason. He’ll kill Reid if the thinks he’s cornered.”
“… Send him the chopper. And we go up. Make it so that he has to turn his back on the door to get to it. He’ll probably be holding Reid in front of him. We can take him from behind.”
“… Alright.” Hotch said. “Rossi and JJ, I want you two in the chopper. Morgan, Prentiss. With me. Everyone stay in contact!” He said, and they ran into the hospital, running for the roof…
Elle moved to follow, but Gideon grabbed her elbow. “We’re civilians.” He told her, shaking his head. “We have to wait here with Garcia.”
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Reid groaned into the concrete wall of the maintenance shed he was pinned against when Graham slid into his body.
“I’ve been thinking…” Graham gasped in a husky tone. “I don’t think I WILL take you to Ryan… I think you and I will just… take off and disappear.” He ran a hand over Reid’s abdomen. “Why kill such a… valuable commodity…” He kissed Reid’s neck. Reid winced, but slowly turned his head into it. Graham kissed down his jaw and Reid’s eyes darted around. There… the gun was in the pocket of Graham’s jacket. His mind raced…
Graham blinked at the soft moan that suddenly came from the Agent’s lips. Cautiously, testing the water, he reached up and laid his hands on Reid’s cheek, turning his head more. Reid didn’t resist… Graham kissed him on the mouth.
Reid cringed, but allowed it… he had to distract this guy… he had to get the gun… Graham wrapped arms around him, pulling him away from the wall carefully. He turned Reid around to face him, and kissed him.
‘Don’t bite don’t bite don’t bite…’ Reid told himself over and over again when he felt the tongue in his mouth. Graham slowly laid Reid down on the ground, running a hand up and down his side, wedging his hips between Reid’s legs. His hand slid down and gripped Reid’s thigh, lifting his leg and spreading him open. He turned his head to nip at Reid’s neck as he slid into him again. Reid winced and groaned, digging his fingers into Graham’s shoulders.
‘Focus…’ He told himself firmly, and slowly curled his arms around Graham, tilting his head back and moaning. Graham was speaking to him, but Reid blocked it out. He tried to block out everything but giving the man the reaction he wanted, and slowly moving his hands towards his pocket.
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Hotch, Morgan and Prentiss moved up the stairs to the door to the roof.
“We wait for Rossi to say when.” Hotch told the others. They nodded. A few moments later, Rossi’s voice came over the radio, shouting to be heard over the prop.
“We have a visual. It’s not very good, but it looks like Reid and Graham got into it.”
“What?!” Morgan blurted.
“Graham is on top, looks like he’s getting the best of Reid, but the kid is fighting back!!!”
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Reid whimpered… he was sure his skin had torn around some of his stitches… He slid a hand down Graham’s side… there… cold metal. Carefully, he hooked his finger in the trigger guard and lifted it out of the pocket. He took firm hold, then moved his hand down and pressed the barrel into Graham’s stomach.
“Get off.” He hissed. Graham blinked and stared, eyes wide in surprise.
“… You…” He gasped.
“Get. Off.” Reid ordered. Graham blinked again, then narrowed his eyes, stuffed himself back into his pants and closed a hand around Reid’s throat; his other hand went for the gun…
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Morgan, Prentiss and Hotch all froze… shots rang out… several… with the sound from the helicopter coming in, it was hard to tell how many… but it was a lot…
Hotch shouted into the radio. “SHOTS FIRED! SHOTS FIRED!!! Rossi!!! What’s going on?!”
Rossi stared. Graham and Reid were still struggling… but then they stopped. Graham slowly sat up, and Rossi saw a red stain on Reid’s stomach that wasn’t there a moment ago, standing out harshly on the white hospital gown… His heart dropped.
“Man down! Man down!” He shouted into the radio. “Reid’s been shot! Repeat! Reid is DOWN!”
“Land this thing, NOW!” JJ cried, and the pilot nodded. The chopper dropped.
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“MOVE!” Hotchner ordered, bursting through the door and sprinting across the roof with Morgan and Prentiss towards where Reid and Graham were still struggling with each other. Graham had the gun… he struck Reid in the head with it then turned, eyes wide. He swung the weapon in a wide arc and leveled it on Hotch. He pulled the trigger. The gun clicked, loudly. Reid closed his eyes and his head dropped onto the ground with a soft thump.
Morgan tackled Graham off of Reid, and Hotch dropped to his knees beside him.
“REID?!” He shouted, eyes wide. Reid was pale, but he opened his eyes and looked up when Hotch curled an arm under his shoulders and helped him sit up. The chopper landed and JJ and Rossi ran across the roof. Emily took off her jacket and pressed it to Reid’s bloody stomach.
“Ouch! Emily!” Reid yelped, and pushed her hands away. “I’m okay, I’m okay!” Hotch blinked, looking down at Reid. “I think I busted some stitches but—HEY!” He cried when Hotch literally ripped the hospital gown off of his body. Reid snatched it and covered his lap, blushing and glaring at his boss. But the man was inspecting Reid’s torso. Sure enough, there were some ripped sutures, but other than that it was just blood smeared across a stomach without a wound…
“It’s Graham…” Reid said, softly. Hotch turned and stared at the man. He was pale and gasping, blood soaking his shirt and dripping to the ground. There were five holes in his stomach and chest. Reid stared up at him and Morgan and Rossi released the man. He coughed, blood flying from his lips, and collapsed. Graham stared at Reid. Reid stared back for a moment, then turned away. Moments later, Graham gasped and shuddered, then went still.
“He’s gone.” Rossi said after checking for a pulse, and Morgan moved to kneel by Reid.

“Kid… you okay?” He asked, and Reid smiled slightly, nodding.
“Other than a bare ass on gravel and busted stitches and Hotch destroying what little clothing I have…” He said, eyeing his destroyed hospital gown. Hotch rolled his eyes, but smiled and removed his coat, wrapping it around Reid’s shivering body.
“It’s cold. Let’s get you back inside.” He said, and slowly helped Reid to his feet. Reid winced. “Care to let me borrow your shoes, too?” He asked, and Hotch blinked, then smiled in amusement.
“Come here, pretty boy.” Morgan chuckled, and swung Reid up into his arms.
“AH! Hey! Morgan!” Reid yelped, flinging his arms around Morgan’s neck.
“You hush.” Morgan snorted. “You are a walking trouble magnet.” He said, carrying Reid across the roof and down the stairs. The doctor met them in Reid’s room and took over, ushering everyone out. Half an hour later, she came out.
“We got him cleaned up. He tore some stitches and has a few scrapes and bruises. But there is also fresh evidence of another sexual assault.” She said.
“… You gotta be KIDDING me!!!” Morgan gasped. “He raped him while waiting for the chopper?!”
“Looks that way, Agent.” The doctor said. “Surprisingly… he doesn’t seem upset by it. You can see him now.” And they all filed into the room. Reid smiled at them.
“Déjà vu.” He said, waving to the team. None of them smiled or waved back. Reid’s smile faded. “… What?”
“… He raped you again.” Hotchner said, firmly.
“… Oh. That. Yeah. I uh… I let him.” Reid mumbled.
“… What?!” Morgan blurted.
“… It would have happened one of two ways.” Reid said. “He would have thrown me down, forced me and hit me… or I could have let him have it his way, and gotten his gun when he was distracted. I chose to get the gun. I figured it was my… best chance.” Reid said with a shrug. “When I got the gun I just… kept pulling the trigger. I wanted to make sure that if he got it away from me, there was nothing left in it… So he couldn’t use it against me… or you.” He looked at Hotch. “Like he did.”
“… That was good work, Reid.” Hotch said. “I think what you did may have saved your life. It uh… it definitely saved mine. If there was a bullet in that gun, it would have gone straight through my head.”
Reid sighed and smiled. “One down, two to go.”
“Hotch… can I talk to you outside?” Rossi asked. Hotchner blinked, then nodded and followed Rossi out, Gideon tagging along.
“What’s wrong, Dave?” Hotch asked.
“… I think you need to see about getting him some therapy.”
“… Okay…” Hotch said, slowly.
“He’s hiding himself.” Rossi said, and Gideon sighed.
“He’s right, Hotch…” He agreed. “Spencer is… not showing that this attack affected him in any way…”
“You know Reid…” Hotch said. “He doesn’t like to show weakness in front of us.”
“Aaron… I think he’s taking it too well.” Rossi said.
“I trust Reid.” Hotch said. “You haven’t been around for a long time, Jason. I trust that if he needs help, he’ll get it. I think right now, he’s trying to hide how scared he is. There are still two brothers out there that may try to kill him.”
“Okay.” Gideon said. “You know this Reid. I know the Reid from two years ago. What do you think?”
“I think that Reid knows when to get help, and when he does, he will go to me, Morgan or Garcia.” Hotch said.
“… Okay.” Gideon said with a nod, and they went back into the room.
“You uh… you finished talking about me?” Reid asked.
“… For now.” Rossi said with a smirk.
“I’m arranging a guard at the door.” JJ said. “Two uniformed officers. No one can get in without an ID, be if FBI or hospital staff.” Reid rolled his eyes, sitting back in a huff before slowly turning and eyeing the big brown teddy bear sitting next to him.
“You need to get some rest.” Gideon said, gripping Reid’s shoulder gently. Reid gave him a meek smile and shook his head.
“It’s still morning.” Reid said. “I need coffee.”
“I don’t think so.” The doctor said, walking into the room briskly. She walked over to Reid with a syringe and slid the needle into the IV catheter, injecting the clear liquid into Reid’s blood stream. “This will help you sleep, Dr. Reid.”
“What?! This is so not fair!” He whined. Garcia smiled.
“I’ll read to you until you go to sleep.” She offered.
“No… it’s okay,” Reid grumbled, making himself comfortable. “I uh… I think what she just gave me is all the incentive I’ll need…” Garcia smiled at him. She waited until Reid got comfortable, curling up on his side, then she tucked him in, kissing his cheek and everything. Reid blinked, raising an eyebrow at Morgan, who grinned back. Garcia then settled down, running her fingers soothingly through Reid’s hair.
“Sleep tight, sugar.” She cooed. Reid’s answer was overtaken by a yawn.
“I’ll stay with him.” Morgan told the others, and they all filed out. Morgan sat down and took Reid’s hand, and watched him. Reid was asleep only moments later.
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“No no no, Garcia…” Morgan said, grinning. “I may not be able to take you down in MarioKart or Sonic Riders… but if I get you on a game of HALO, I WILL win.”
“Oh, I don’t think so, Mr. Ego Man. I am the Almighty Penelope Garcia, Mistress of the World of all things with a computer chip in them. That includes video games. I will totally own you…” She said, poking Morgan in the chest. “And I will bring that ego of yours down a peg or two in the process of—“
“No…” They both stopped and turned when they heard Reid. He twitched. “… Please… no…” Morgan looked at Garcia, and they both stood and moved over to the bed. Reid’s hands were shaking and he had broken into a sweat. “I won’t… choose who dies…” Morgan sighed, shaking his head. He took Reid’s hand.
“Reid… wake up, kid…” Morgan called, softly.
“No… please don’t…” Reid moaned, rolling his head from side to side. “Don’t… No… No! Morgan! Morgan… Oh God… help me! Hotch! Morgan!!! NO!”
“REID!” Morgan shouted, shaking Reid. His eyed snapped open and he jerked up, gasping, hands flying to Morgan. Morgan winced at the strength of Reid’s grip on his arms. “Reid… Hey… it’s okay, calm down…”
Reid stared at Morgan, then threw his arm around him, breaking down into tears. Garcia looked at Morgan, alarmed. “… You’re alive…” Reid gasped. Morgan blinked.
“Uh… Yeah.” Morgan said, slowly. “Reid, what scared you?”
“Ryan… He had all of you lined up… he told me to choose one of you to die… when I refused he…”
“Okay…” Morgan said. “I get it. He killed me.” Reid stared at him, and nodded. “It’s okay, Reid… I’m right here. Go back to sleep.” Reid slowly let Morgan push him back down again, and he tried to relax. Garcia and Morgan held his hands until he fell asleep again. But less than an hour later, Reid was in the throes of another nightmare. And it continued all day. By three pm, they had woken Reid from his sixth nightmare. Morgan stepped out of the room, borrowing the phone at the nurses’ station.
“Hotchner.”
“Hey Hotch, it’s Morgan. I think we may have a problem.”
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