Hey everyone, here is the follow on to 'Return of the white mask'. Please read the three other fanfics if you are new to this fanfic as it won't make a lot of sense if you haven't.

I hope you enjoy this and I hope that many of those who follow this particular line of fanfics find this okay.

Italic is for dreams.

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Five days after leaving the cabin

Reid shivered as he found himself back in the the basement where Jay Henson had first tried to kill him, he found himself in the basement where all the hell he been through had started. Reid looked around the basement, he stopped when he saw another version of himself sat on the chair near the noose that Reid recognised all too well. Reid noticed this version of himself was bloody and had a dark severe bruise around his throat. The thing that disturbed him the most was the fact he could see blood dripping from the spot where his little finger had been cut off on this other version of himself. He could hear the dripping noise as drops of blood hit the floor.

"Hello," the bloody version of Reid said coldly.

"What the hell is going on here? This has to be a dream," the real Reid said, his voice shaking slightly. He instantly knew then that he was dreaming. He could speak properly in his dreams while in the real world he couldn't.

"Duh," the bloody version mocked.

"Don't mock me," Reid snapped back.

"Why not? I'm just the part of you that knows you should have died in this basement all that time ago. I'm the part of you that wishes when that chair was kicked out from underneath you by Jay that it had broken your neck. You know that you wouldn't have suffered so much pain and abuse if you had just given up in this basement," the bloody version said angrily.

"Stop it, I don't want to listen to this," Reid shouted before he pressed his hands over his ears and turned away from the beaten version of himself.

Reid yelped as he felt a wet hand grab his hair, he tried to grab the hand but failed to as he was dragged over to a blank computer screen. He jumped slightly when a video started on the screen. Reid realised then that it wasn't any ordinary video, it was one of his memories. An array of images came across the screen one after another, memory after memory being shown.

The video stopped on a memory that he didn't want to see.

"No! Don't make me watch this," Reid begged the beaten version of himself that was forcing him to watch the memory. The memory in front of him on the screen was of his attack in his apartment by Jacob.

"This is why you should have died in this basement, your team are going to keep pushing you into danger and you are going to keep getting hurt. Just do us both a favour, next time someone has a gun to you, let them pull the trigger. Let them end your life, at least this way you won't be used and fucked like an object," the bloody version whispered into Reid's ear.

"Leave me alone!" Reid yelled.

Reid jolted up up from his bed, his breathing heavily and erratic. Reid scrambled across his bed and switched in the light on his bedside table. Reid felt relief when his room flooded with light. Reid collapsed back into the wall of pillows he had been asleep on, he wiped stray tears from his face.

Reid calmed himself down as best as he could by thinking of good times he had had with the team. He closed his eyes and thought of Garcy, he remembered dancing with her in the kitchen and laughing with her. He remembered the cupcake icing fight they had had after his rescue from Jay Henson.

"Just c-calm down, d-don't lose control," Reid whispered to himself over and over.

Reid opened his eyes and looked around the the room he had been staying in for the last five days. He had felt safe staying at Rossi's house. The security system allowed Reid to look at CCTV on any television in the house, including the one on his room. The doors had multiple locks on them which Reid checked every night before he went to sleep at night and he kept most of the doors lock when Rossi had to go into work.

The nightmares had continously haunted him every night. Rossi had rushed into his Reid's room when Reid had been screaming to wake him up and calm him down.

Reid remembered the incident that had happened two days ago. Reid had woken up screaming, his throat raw and dry from the screaming. Rossi had struggled to calm him down. Rossi had had to call Morgan to help him. Reid had only calmed after Morgan had arrived and calmed him down. Reid had fallen asleep in Morgan's arms, he awoke to find Morgan sat on a chair next to the bed asleep. Reid knew that Morgan was the only one that could understand how he was feeling.

Reid pulled the covers off of himself and made his way to the kitchen. He switched on every light on his way, he couldn't face walking in the dark. He couldn't trust the dark, it had made him victim to so many evil people in the world. Reid grabbed a glass and poured himself a glass of water. He greedily gulped down the liquid before he placed his glass in the sink and made his way back to his room.

He switched off the lights he had turned on, he closed his door and stopped at the bottom of his bed. Reid stared at the bed and felt images of Jacob attacking him trying to force their way to the front of his mind. Reid struggled to push them back, he knew then that he couldn't fall go back to sleep on the bed.

Reid grabbed the lamp and put it on the floor. He knew this way going to be the only way he was going to sleep tonight. He didn't care if it made him looked like a child.

Morning

Rossi awoke to his doorbell ringing, he already knew who was at the door. Rossi quickly got out of bed and made his way to his front door. He opened it to see Garcia, Hotch and Morgan standing there.

"You guys are way too early," Rossi chuckled slightly before letting them into the house.

"Sorry if we woke you Dave, Garcia just really wanted to see Reid," Hotch said to Rossi.

"No need to apologise," Rossi smiled. "He isn't awake yet. Come with me and we'll wake him up."

Hotch, Morgan and Garcia followed Rossi to Reid's bedroom.

Rossi opened the door, he felt slightly panicked when he saw that Reid wasn't in bed. Garcia and the others walked into the room and felt the same panic.

"Rossi, where is he?" Garcia said, her tone worried.

"I think I know where he is," Hotch sighed before he walked over to the side of the bed, he knelt down on the floor and looked underneath the bed. Garcia walked to the side of the bed and knelt down by Hotch's side.

"Oh Reid," Garcia said as she saw Reid asleep underneath the bed, his head on a pillow and a large cover over his body. Reid looked so peaceful underneath the bed.

"Let's leave him alone. The more sleep he gets the better," Hotch said quietly before he helped Garcia get up off the floor. The four walked out of the room and closed the door. They walked into the kitchen.

"Why is he underneath the bed?" Hotch asked.

"After his attack at the mental hospital by Jacob, he stayed underneath his bed," Morgan told them. "Something must have scared him last night."

"I wish he wouldn't be scared anymore, he deserves to be happy," Garcia said.

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