A/N - Hey guys! Two stories in one day - look at me go! This is just a quick start to a story I've wanted to write for a while. Will probably end up being two or three chapters.

Disclaimer - I do not own Criminal Minds or the characters used in this story. This is purely for use as entertainment, not profit.

The members of the Behavioural Analysis Unit had just hit a breakthrough in their most recent case. There had been a spree of murders in the down-town urban area of Chicago. Five bodies; all male, in their early twenties, single and all had blonde hair and blue eyes. Each victim was found tortured, their bodies covered in hundreds of lacerations appearing to have been made with a plethora of different blade types.

The agents used this information to create a decent profile; the Unsub was obviously malicious, probably a Satanist. He was male, in his thirties and would have had some kind of run in with someone matching the victims' appearances that made him feel worthless or powerless. He would probably have an average job and would stay out of the way as much as possible.

After some digging by Garcia, they found that all the victims attended the same fighting gym and after even more digging, they found someone who matched their profile.

His name was Dennis Hughes and he was a cleaner at the gym. He had gone completely AWOL two days before the first body was found and the his colleagues described him as very quiet and guarded. Garcia looked into his past and found that when he was twenty one he had been a victim in an investigation. A man, blond hair, blue eyes and twenty two years old, had been accused of raping Hughes in an alleyway. They found that the man who raped him was a trainee fighter and would've easily overpowered Hughes. However, no charges were ever pressed.

This was definitely their guy.

That had all led them to being in transport to Hughes's address, ready to make an arrest.

"We're here," Hotch stated as they pulled up to the small block of flats, "everyone stay alert and be careful, we don't know what Hughes has in store for us."

The rest of the team all voiced their confirmations before they exited the vehicle. Hotch took the lead, followed by Morgan, then Rossi, JJ and Reid.

Guns held at the ready, they made their way up to the correct apartment.

Morgan banged on the door forcefully, "FBI, open up!" There was no reply.

"Dennis Hughes, you're under arrest! Open up!"

Still no reply.

Hotch gave Morgan a quick nod and he skilfully kicked the door down. The duo entered the apartment, closely followed by the others.

Hotch turned and entered the room on the left, then Morgan headed right. The other three continued forward. JJ then disappeared into the bathroom, and Rossi into the master bedroom, leaving Reid to check the large living room.

He heard a series of 'clears!' come from his team mates as he explored the room. He walked around it slowly with his gun pointed. The room was dark, but he could see no evidence of there being anyone in the room so lowered his gun and was about to shout "Clear!" but was stopped abrubtly when a man suddenly jumped out of the shadows and tackled him down.

Reid hit the floor with a severe force and gasped loudly in both pain and surprise. He struggled around under the man, but he was a lot stronger than Reid and effectively had him pinned.

"FBI, release him now!" came a shout from behind them, Reid thought it was from Hotch but in the heat of the moment he couldn't be sure.

Hughes didn't let up, only pushing down on Spencer's frame harder, digging his finger nails into Reid's arms.

"Release him or I'll shoot!"

Hughes seemed to consider his options for a couple of excruciatingly long seconds before he lessened his grip and muttered "Okay, okay. I'm letting go!"

"That's it. That was a good decision. Now, you're going to stand up slowly with your hands on your head"

Hughes did as he was directed and Reid instantly jumped up from his awkward position on the floor. He pulled down his shirt and took out his handcuffs, moving to place them on Hughes while Hotch and the others, who had joined them God knows when, kept their guns trained on the serial killer.

Reid grabbed the killer's arms, maybe a bit too viscously, and forced them down so he could slam on the cuffs.

Without warning, Hughes lunged towards him again. But before he could do anything, a shot rang out and Reid watched Hughes pulse forward as the bullet tore into him

However, Hughes' now limp body still had enough momentum to land right into Spencer and once again, send him stumbling backwards. Reid braced for impact into what he though was just a wall behind him. However, as he soon discovered, he was actually falling straight into a window.

He smacked the glass hard, shattering it instantaneously. The jolt forced the air out of his lungs and he soon felt himself falling.

Time seemed to slow down as he plummeted downwards. He uselessly waved his arms around as he fell, doing anything to try and slow his fall.

He rasped for a breath as he saw Morgan's face come into view above him.

"Spencer!" he called out desperately.

That was the last thing Reid heard before his body slammed hard onto the ground. He felt his head collide strongly with the concrete with a painful crack before his world went black.

Morgan stared down at his friends unmoving body helplessly. He was stood, frozen to the spot; shock taking over his body.

"Morgan! Come on!" Hotch shouted at him, pulling him from the broken window and making him tear his eyes away from the horrific scene below.

He followed behind his boss as they sprinted at top speed down the stairs of the apartment block. They ran outside and ran straight to Reid's still form.

There was a pool of blood quickly growing around Spencer's head, matting up his once luscious locks. He looked extremely pale, even for him, and his ever-present dark circles under his eyes looked ten times worse.

Morgan couldn't tell if he was breathing.

He knelt down and gently lifted Reid's head into his lap as he stated down at the young agent's chest, praying for it to move. Hotch also knelt down, but instead grabbed his wrist and desperately searched for a pulse.

A beat passed.

"I have a pulse. It's weak and growing weaker, but I have a pulse," he stated.

"Thank God," Morgan whispered.

"We need to try and slow the bleeding. Try and find the wound on his head and apply pressure to it," Hotch instructed.

Morgan felt all around Reid's head, and eventually found two large, deep wounds that were quickly leaking blood. He held his hands against them and pressed down firmly, slowing the blood flow. Tears began to form in his eyes as he watch the life drain out of his friend.

"We've called an ambulance" Rossi voiced from nearby.

Hotch nodded gratefully.

"How's he doing?"

"He's alive. For now."

To be continued…