WARNINGS:: Rated M for blood, violence and intense psychological goodness. Mild swearing throughout. No slash. (I do not own CBS, Criminal Minds or their characters.)

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I know, I know. Another Revelations remake? But I just couldn't resist. Personally I can't get enough of stories like these and I hope that you're the same way. Please read and review! I'll keep the story going and update as often as I can! Enjoy.

PS- I went back and really took my time with this story. I've updated chapter one, so if you're already following this story you may want to give it another read. ;-)

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Enduring Revelations

Chapter 1: Grab a shovel

As Reid knelt on his knees, painstakingly digging his own grave, Charles pointed the gun down at him yelling, "Dig faster!"

Reid whimpered, "I.. I'm not strong enough." Charles came forward and stood over him threatening to shoot. "I said dig faster!" his voice boomed.

"I can't!" Reid's voice cracked. He collapsed further into himself, struggling not to break down completely. He was too exhausted to stand and too dehydrated to even cry. "You're weak! Just like my son!" Charles started to pull one arm out of its sleeve; gun still in hand.

This was it. As terrified as he was, Reid knew he wouldn't have another chance to fight back. This was his only opportunity and he was going to take it. When Charles turned to set his jacket down, Spencer grasped the shovel with both hands and aimed high; swinging it up with all the strength he had left and hoping to hit the desired target.

He managed to hit Charles hard on the shoulder, knocking the man to the ground with an angry grunt. Damn. He has hoped to knock the psychopath out cold. One the up side, the gun toppled out of the murderer's hand and out of sight. Reid adjusted his grip on the shovel and relished in a split second of relief.

His relief turned to terror when the man quickly stood, kicked the jacket out of his path and stomped over to him; his eyes were blazing with anger. Reid went to hit him again but wasn't fast enough. Charles caught the shovel mid swing and pushed against it, so hard that the handle jerked back and hit Reid on the side of the head, forcing him to lose his grip.

Reid landed flat on his back, agitating the wounds from his previous torture. His vision spun and blurred wildly and he could feel fresh blood drizzle down the side of his face. That didn't stop him from seeing the figure standing over him with the shovel. Before Reid could react, the shovel struck him in the torso, effectively knocking the wind out of him. Reid turned on his side with a pained moan, trying to protect his already battered midsection.

Before the shovel swung down again, Reid raised his hands in defense and gasped when the metal tore through his flesh. The gash from palm to wrist was barely visible in the pale moonlight but a concerning amount of blood was now rushing down his right forearm. Still, he managed to block the next blow using his left arm. He let out a piercing scream when a sickening snap was heard and white hot pain rapidly shot through his arm.

Reid's vision blurred even more than before and he willed himself not to pass out. He kicked out blindly, nailing Charles in the leg as hard as he could. The blow sent the other man to his knees with a loud growl. The enraged man's demeanor suddenly changed, and a calm took over. Anger still glowed within his eyes, but Reid knew that he was now face to face with Raphael.

The so called archangel stood, letting the shovel fall to the side and hit the ground. He took one slow step forward and pulled a large knife from his belt.

Reid shivered, and he knew it was more than Georgia's cold night air that shook him. He was scared. His eyes widened at the sight before him and his breath picked up. He held his now broken arm to his chest and used his legs to push himself into a backwards crawl, trying to get as far away from the other man as possible.

Raphael strode over to the scrambling boy, catching up to him easily. "No… please… …Nooo! Just leave me alone!", Reid cried. Raphael ignored the desperate pleading, knelt down and grabbed the young man's face, covering his mouth. He firmly pressed one knee into his side to keep him pinned down. Then he spoke in a calm and gentle voice, "Shhhh. It's over now. Time for judgement." Reid balled his less injured hand into a fist and pounded on Raphael's chest, struggling weakly to get the stronger man away from him.

But all of his struggles halted abruptly when an intense pain ripped through his abdomen. A second later he felt the slow drag of the knife being pulled out of him and then another sudden burst of pain. It took his breath away and the pain overwhelmed his senses. He let out a muffled scream when Raphael brought the knife up higher and plunged it through him again before slowly pulling it back out.

Reid cried into the hand still covering his mouth. He gripped the other man's shirt tightly; as if it were the only thing keeping him connected to the earth. It was getting harder to breathe by the second. He silently begged for it all to be over. Another crushing pain tore through his chest and everything slowed down. A small eternity went by before the knife was roughly snatched out; Reid could feel his life being pulled out with it. Suddenly he felt like he was underwater. Drowning.

The hand covering his mouth disappeared and the man stepped away from him. Reid took in a cool breath only to choke and cough the air back out of his lungs. He tasted blood. He gasped for breath, his lungs desperately screaming for oxygen. He pressed a shaking hand to his chest and gasped when he felt one of the gaping wounds.

The pain and terror he felt was too much. He tried to get his powerful mind to take him somewhere else. Anywhere else. He stared up at the tree branches and watched them swaying in the cool breeze. He tried to lose himself in childhood memories of swinging in the park with his mother. He tried to drown out the horror he was experiencing with long books, crossword puzzles and friendly laughter. He tried to mask the cold by imagining the warm Las Vegas sun on his skin; and he almost smiled. Almost.

He hardly noticed when his feet were lifted and he was dragged back to the grave he had been digging just minutes earlier. The man then let his legs fall back to the ground and he started digging where Reid had left off.

Reid didn't know how long he laid there fighting for breath before strong arms grabbed him and pushed him into a dark abyss. He landed on the cold earth like a rag doll that had been tossed by child having a tantrum. Moments after he landed in the pit, he felt dirt raining down on him and knew he was being buried. But at this point he couldn't bring himself to fight it. He couldn't move. He couldn't think. He couldn't breathe. He was dying.

He thought about the people he loved. His mother would have no one to support her. No one to say I love you to. The team, his only other family in the world, would be devastated. They would feel guilt, anger and sadness and there was nothing he could do to comfort them. 'I tried.' Reid thought.

Had Hotch understood his message? Could Gideon forgive him for being so reckless? No doubt Morgan would be furious at his death. The girls would feel awful. Especially about JJ. He couldn't even think about what happened to her. It was all his fault. 'I'm so sorry. I wasn't strong enough.' He felt a shiver run through his body, colder than ice running through his veins. Everything felt so cold. So exhausting.

Finally the darkness took over and everything went numb.

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Hotch lead his team into the trees, along with several officers from the local police department. Morgan, Gideon, Prentiss and JJ were . They quickly and efficiently worked their way through the wooded cemetery searching and calling out Reid's name. The beams from their flashlights bounced off of trees, leaves and tombstones but still no Reid.

There he is!" Morgan pointed out a figure in the darkness.

"FREEZE!" Hotch yelled as they approached Tobias Hankel carrying a shovel through the darkness. The man stopped and looked at him before speaking. "Aaron Hotchner." The man's face was stone cold and expressionless. This had to be… "Raphael... Where is my agent?!" Hotch demanded.

Raphael didn't reply. Instead he threw the shovel to the ground and brought his gun forward to face Hotch. The officers all moved, ready to take the murderer down.

"Do NOT shoot!" Morgan shouted. He knew if Tobias was killed, they wouldn't be able to find Reid in time to save him.

"Hold your fire!" Hotch held a hand up indicating they all stop. "We need to know where he's holding Reid." Hotch said urgently. He slowly lowered his weapon dropping it to the side of him. "Where is agent Reid? If you let us help him we can discuss what to do next."

"It's too late to help him. He's either with God or the devil now." Raphael stated firmly.

Morgan's stomach flipped and his hands began to shake with rage. He couldn't be dead. Not Reid. JJ and Prentiss stood wide eyed, pointing their guns and waiting for an opening.

Gideon stepped forward. "Please.", he asked. "He's done nothing wrong. Just tell us where he is and we can help you."

"Pride. Too much confidence." Raphael said. "There will be no discussions. No negotiations."

Raphael looked at each team member before settling back on Hotch. "Time for you to join him." He said calmly and pulled the trigger.

Before anyone could react, Hotch went down and more shots where fired.

Hotch was on his back trying to catch his breath and JJ was at his side in a moment.

"I'm fine, I'm fine!" he pushed himself up and tried to stand.

"Hotch you were shot!" JJ argued.

"In the vest!" he bit back. "Just help me up. We need to find Reid."

When Hotch and JJ approached the others, they could barely hear the whispers.

Prentiss was speaking in a gentle hushed tone, "Please Tobias. Tell us where Reid is."

"Marley…. Spencer's… with Marley." Tobias sputtered.

Morgan heard the name and took off running with two officers. Hotch and JJ rushed past them to help find Reid.

"Do you think I'll get to see my mom again?", Tobias mumbled in a child like voice. Then his eyes went grey and his face went slack. Prentiss looked down at him sadly and brushed the mans eyes closed with her hand. The remaining two officers stayed with the body while Prentiss ran to help find Reid.

When she caught up to the others she saw that they were spread out looking at tombstones.

At the head of the group, Morgan shone his flashlight over an outstanding grave where the earth looked to be disturbed. A large stone angel overlooked the tombstone reading, 'Marley Davis'. "Here!, Morgan shouted. "He's here!"

He didn't wait for the others to reach him. He fell to his knees and started digging with all his might. The others joined in as they reached him, all shoving dirt to the side and digging with their hands. Fingernails tore at the soil and the frenzy of fast moving hands was almost dizzying.

After what felt like an agonizing eternity, JJ's hand brushed across cold flesh and she froze. "Oh God… Spence!" They all looked to see a pale arm smeared with blood in the dirt.

Hotch's eyes widened. "His head is up here, help me!", he yelled.

Prentiss came around to the other side of the grave and carefully dug around Reid's head while the others hastily worked to uncover the rest of his body. Once he was mostly uncovered, Morgan bent down and slid his hands behind Reid's shoulders. "We need to pull him out."

One of the officers grabbed behind his knees and waited for the go ahead. Hotch folded Reid's obviously broken arm out of the way before sliding one hand behind the boys back. "Slow and easy guys." Hotch announced. "Count of three."

They all knew the light young man wouldn't be difficult to lift, but they also knew that the less they moved him the better. They had to make this quick and smooth without injuring him any further. "1…2…3!" In seconds Reid's was out of the hole and gently being placed on the flat ground.

Morgan moved the mess of dirty brown hair to the side to uncover his face. "He's not breathing!" he roared. It came as no surprise to any of them. No one knew how long Reid had been buried.

Gideon came around to cradle Reid's head. Hotch loosened his tie and felt for a pulse. "Somebody go let the medics know it's clear and get them back here fast!" he ordered.

Morgan breathed twice into Reid's mouth before placing his hands on his chest ready to start compressions. "Oh God.." He tried his best to ignore the slick feeling of his best friend's blood around his fingers. JJ quickly took her jacket off and dropped to her knees, pressing it against as many wounds as she could cover.

Hotch stood and moved out of the way. He gave JJ an encouraging nod and Morgan started pressing against Reid's chest. After a few moments he paused, allowing JJ to blow a few breaths of air past their friends cold lips.

"Come on Reid." Morgan said while he started compressions again. "Come back to us kid!"

JJ breathed into him again before Morgan placed his hands even firmer on Reid's chest. "Please, please, please…" JJ whispered with fresh tears cascading down her face. She started sobbing loudly and seeing that she couldn't hold it together any longer, Hotch gently guided her away and Prentiss took her place.

Morgan's compressions were getting more aggressive. He was desperate to bring Reid back. "Don't you do this kid!" he yelled. "Don't you dare…" his voice broke and he paused.

Prentiss breathed for him next and Morgan went right back to pushing against his chest. 'Please God.', Morgan thought. It was ironic that a psychopath on a religious killing spree is what took for him to turn back to God. But they couldn't loose Reid. Not his little brother. He's too young; too good.

Morgan's thoughts were interrupted when he felt a jolt. He stopped to see Reid's body buck and he acted immediately. "Turn him!" he yelled, trying to control the mix of panic and relief.

Gideon was still cradling Reid's head and he quickly but carefully helped Morgan and Prentiss turn him on his side. Relief filled their hearts when Reid started to cough roughly. But the panic quickly returned when they saw he was coughing out dirt and blood. He gasped for air but seemed unable to take in a full breath.

"Where the hell are the medics?!" Hotch yelled into the darkness. He was struggling with JJ, keeping her from getting in the way.

Reid's body was shaking violently. Morgan and Gideon were at a loss for words, but fortunately Prentiss didn't need any prompting. She leaned in close to Reid and whispered sweetly. "Hang on Reid, you're gonna be okay. We're right here with you.", she encouraged. They held him while he continued to buck and sputter. His eyes fluttered but never opened. "It okay… you're gonna.. you're gonna be fine." Prentiss said; more to herself than she intended.

Finally the paramedics came running through the cemetery with a backboard. They quickly took over the situation, forcing Morgan, Gideon and Prentiss to stand to the side. Hotch finally allowed JJ to crumple to the ground at his feet. "Please, please, please be okay.", she begged.

After a few minutes of flurried movements and medical gibberish, the medics turned Reid onto his back against the backboard. He had a tube down his throat and a neck brace securely fastened. His shirt was cut open and his midsection was covered in bloody bandages and gauze. JJ's jacket lay abandoned and bloody on the ground.

Seconds later Reid was fully strapped to the backboard and the paramedics quickly lifted him and took off toward the ambulance. It was obvious that Reid couldn't have anyone ride with him, so the profilers opted to follow the bus to the hospital.

Gideon insisted that Hotch get checked out by the second ambulance. "At least go for Jennifer's sake." Gideon urged. "She needs rest. And you know as well as I do that she won't slow down for her own sake." They argued briefly before Hotch gave in. "Call me the second you hear anything.", he told Gideon firmly. "I'll contact you immediately.", he promised. "Look after JJ."?

Then Morgan and Gideon climbed into one of the SUVs with Prentiss, the calmest of the group, behind the wheel. Everyone was silent. There was nothing to say or do. The situation was so surreal.

They just quietly made there way to the hospital, following closely behind the ambulance carrying the youngest member of their team; hoping and praying they wouldn't lose him forever.

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