Hey everyone, here is my brand new story for you all. I hope you all enjoy this and yes, it has my usual brand of evil on it. I really hope you like this and I know my regular readers know that I don't do regular updates anymore but I promise you all that this will receive an update every two to three days. Enjoy and I look forward to hearing from you all. We're just jumping right into the action in this first chapter.

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Morgan struggled as he got dragged out the van they had used to kidnap him, his hands and ankles were bound with rope and a gag was in his mouth. He tried to shake off the bag over his head but couldn't. Muffled curses came forth as they threw him into a chair and tied him down.

"Hello, Agent Morgan," a female voice said from in front of him. He winced as the bag over his head got removed and the lights hit his eyes. He looked up to see a woman with blonde hair with a mask over her eyes. She grinned at him. "Glad you accepted our invitation."

He tugged against the rope that bound his wrists to the chair and let out a string of muffled curses.

"I'm sorry," she sighed. "I didn't get that."

She nodded to one of the people. He ripped the gag out of Morgan's mouth before stepping away. "Let me go. I'm a federal agent, you won't get away with this. My team will look for me."

"Oh, Agent Morgan," the blonde woman laughed. "No-one will come for looking for you. In fact, you're going to wake up in the morning in your bed and you won't remember a single thing about this conversation. I have a very special task for you and you're going to do it."

"I'm not doing anything, you bitch," Morgan snapped before tugging at the rope around his wrists. "Let me go."

She walked forward and slapped him across the face. "That's for calling me a bitch. So, tell me this, how is Dr Spencer Reid?"

Morgan looked at her, he watched as something sparked in her eyes. His protective nature surged forward when he realised that this wasn't about him, it was about Reid. "You hurt him and I'll kill you."

"Oh, Agent Morgan," she pouted. "I wish I was the one who's going to hurt him, I can just imagine the noise he would make while I had my fun with him. No, I won't be hurting him. My boss doesn't want it that way. He wants something more personal. Boys, hold his head and make sure his eyes stay open."

Morgan groaned as he woke up, he wanted to stay in bed and under his cover. He reached out his hand and hit his alarm. He winced as he sat up, he looked down and saw a large dark bruise down his shoulder. "How the hell?" he muttered. Climbing out of bed, he ignored the pain and made his way into the shower. He felt like he was forgetting something but he couldn't put his finger on what it was.

Reid walked into the bullpen and smiled as he felt refreshed from his morning shower and from finishing his new stack of books the night before. He practically skipped to his desk.

"Someone's in a good mood," Blake smiled as she put her bag over the back of her seat.

"I just had a good weekend with my books and they opened a new coffee shop just around the corner from my apartment. I must have gone there at least four times this weekend."

"Let me revise my first analysis," Blake laughed. "I think you must have a skip in your step because of the caffeine in your body. Did you go to this new coffee shop this morning?"

"May have," Reid smirked before taking off his jacket. He walked over to the coffee machine to find Morgan already there. "Morning, Morgan. Did you have a nice weekend?"

"Um, yeah," Morgan said in a tired voice as he grabbed a mug.

"You don't look so good, Morgan. If you're not feeling well, I'm sure that Hotch would let you go home for the day."

Reid barely had time to register anything as Morgan grabbed his arms and shoved him back against the wall. "Are you saying I can't do my job properly?!" Morgan growled angrily as he gripped Reid's arms tighter, digging his fingers in.

"I didn't say that," Reid winced before looking at Morgan with wide eyes full of fear. "You're hurting me."

"Morgan, let him go!" Blake yelled as she came storming over. Morgan blinked and took his hands away. Blake looked at him with angry eyes. "Why did you do that?"

"I don't know," Morgan admitted as he looked at his hands and then to Reid. "I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me."

"I have to go," Reid said shakily before walking away.

"Morgan, what the hell?" Blake snapped.

"I don't know," he said before rubbing his hand over his head. "I don't know what's wrong with me."

Reid focused on his paperwork for the rest of the day, he avoided Morgan as much as he could. He was still a little shaken over what had happened in the morning, he had gone to the men's room and checked his arms to find dark bruises where Morgan had grabbed him. He had spoken with Hotch and pleaded for him not to write Morgan up, he knew something was wrong with his friend and didn't want to make things worse. Hotch and Rossi were talking in Hotch's office, they often had talks at the end of the day. JJ was with Garcia scanning some crime scene photos into the computer while Blake was in the BAU room. Morgan walked up the bullpen stairs from his desk. Reid walked up the stairs after him.

"Morgan, can we talk?" he asked.

"What do you want to talk about?" Morgan snapped as he turned around to face him.

"I just want to know what I did to deserve you being like this to me. If I did something, let me try to fix it."

"I don't know what is wrong. All I know is that you're a freak little genius and the only reason you are here is because your brain and we all know that will break soon enough."

Reid felt the words hit him, he heard a beeping noise and recognised it as Morgan's watch going off. He looked up at Morgan. "Screw you, Morgan."

He turned around and walked away with tears threatening his eyes. Morgan was his best friend and he never thought he would say those things against him. Seconds later, he screamed as his body flew forward and nothing but shock and pain entered his mind. He laid on the ground and struggled to figure out what had happened. He cried out as someone kicked him to his back where the pain ripped through his body again. He looked up but only focused on his friend pointing a gun at his head. His back was on fire but he didn't know from what.

"Just following orders," Morgan said in a dead voice.

"Morgan! No!"

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