AN: So, here's the newest addition to my CM stories. Interestingly enough, this first chapter along with the next three, have been sitting in my documents for almost a year! Every now and then I'd go back to them, but then I'd stop. I really like it so far though so I figured, after making sure I could keep it going, that I would actually share it with all of you. Now, I know that this is another common storyline (but they all start from the same basis, anyway... kidnapping, accident, romance... etc.) but I hope this one will be different in some way or other.

Pairing: NONE! Ha romance fics just aren't my thing, but the characters will inevitably get close so if you're desperate for them to be together, I guess you could look at this as a pre-romance.

Warnings: Um.. nothing really. Maybe a mild curse word here and there? I don't like to do things that do not really happen in the show, and our guys don't curse that much in the show so I don't make them do it in my stories. That's my policy ;) Other than that... a little blood... :)

Oh and I tried to do a lot of research for this story so I really hope it paid off or, if nothing else, seems plausible. Finally, this is self-beta'd so all mistakes are my own.

Disclaimer: Tis not mine, sadly. If it were, Reid would be in for quite the surprise!

I think that's it! So... enjoy the first chapter ooooof:

Profilers vs. Nature

Numbness and grass.

That was the best way he could describe it. Pure and utter numbness throughout his entire body and a strong scent of grass and earth filled his nostrils. He couldn't for the life of him remember where he was or how he had gotten to this particular point in time, but he figured that opening his eyes would help fix at least one of those problems. However, the act of opening his eyes, normally a simple task, was proving to be strangely, and alarmingly, difficult.

It wasn't until the pain started to set in did Dr. Spencer Reid begin to panic. It seemed to start in his lower extremities then slowly make its way up, causing him to ache just about everywhere. With this, he forced his eyes opened, which he immediately regretted as the sunlight pierced through them setting his skull on fire. He clenched them shut once again until the searing pain eased, then attempted to reopen them. The pain returned, though not nearly as intensely, and he had to blink a few times before he could see clearly, but he eventually managed to get them open.

However, as his eyes wandered over his current surroundings, he began to wonder if maybe it would have been better to simply leave them shut.

He was in a car. Or, what was left of one. It was completely totaled, and for good reason as it apparently had gone over the side of a mountain. The SUV was literally on its side with Reid's head almost lying in the grass that was protruding through his broken window.

Well, that at least explained the smell. And, he had obviously been in an accident, but that explained absolutely nothing else.

For example, where was the driver? Who had been with him? He was still buckled into the passenger side, so clearly he had not been driving. So, who was missing and more importantly, why were they missing?

These questions scared him more than anything else. This was clearly an FBI issued SUV which therefore meant that one of his colleges and friends had been in the accident right along with him, yet they were nowhere to be seen. Had they been ejected? That didn't make sense because they all wore seatbelts. They had seen enough accidents to know the seatbelt was essential. Statistically speaking, however, 59% of car accident fatalities were not wearing seatbelts. That combined with the percentage of deaths in rollover crashes being 82%, Reid was seriously hoping his unknown companion had managed to leave the vehicle after the crash.

With that thought, he began to take inventory of himself so that hopefully he could begin a more thorough investigation of what exactly had happened.

First and most obvious was the concussion. Most likely a fairly mild one as he was able to wake up and the pain and nausea was not bad enough to force his eyes to remain closed. The next blatantly obvious ailment was his right arm. It was lying under him, covered in blood, at a quite noticeably unhealthy angle. The extremity as a whole was in considerable amounts of pain but if he had to guess, he'd say the most damage was done to his elbow.

Other than those two, he had glass stuck in various parts of his body though none, thankfully, seemed deep enough to be doing much damage and he'd wager at least two of his ribs were broken and a couple others cracked and/or bruised. Then, of course, there were several lacerations and bruises all over his body, but they were certainly bearable.

Bottom line, he was in a lot of pain but his neck seemed fine and so far, his back did as well so he figured he was good enough to move.

First thing was first; remove the seatbelt. It had certainly done its job and he was thankful, but it now needed to go. He attempted to move his right arm but winced at the extreme pain it caused throughout his entire body. He let it fall limply back to his side and took several deep breaths before trying again. This time, he bit his lip and pushed through the pain and finally undid the seatbelt.

This, as expected, caused even more pain and mostly to his aching side. At this point, Reid decided he would do everything possible to accept the fact that pain was going to be a part of anything he did and would therefore do his best not to acknowledge it.

With the seatbelt undone, he worked up the courage to move himself in such a way that would allow him to stand up and exit the SUV. And with this thought and glancing up at the driver's door, he realized that it was open! Which more than likely meant that someone had already crawled out of there!

This thought filled Reid with newfound hope and adrenaline which allowed him to once again push through great amounts of pain and, with the use of different consoles within the vehicle, he was finally able to stand up.

A minor setback occurred, however, when an extreme case of vertigo and nausea kicked in and Reid suddenly found that he was unable to hold back whatever food he had eaten. He at least managed to aim at the grass and not in the vehicle itself but all the same, with the not-so-wonderful smell of vomit now filling the interior of the car, Reid focused even harder on getting the hell out.

With his right arm cradled as best he could, Reid reached up with his left hand and grabbed the outside of the driver's door where the window should have been, then placed his left foot on the console between the two chairs, and pushed up.

Through his efforts, he felt something drip on his forehead and realized that he was slicing his hand on broken glass. Despite this, he continued until his head was sticking through the window and he could finally see out. He didn't get a good look because he still needed to get out of the car, but he was quite obviously in a wooded area and at the bottom of a mountain.

He continued to push and pull, trying desperately to ignore the pain, until he was finally sitting on the side of the SUV. With every molecule in his body begging to collapse, Reid once again worked up what little bit of energy he had left, and slid off the car.

He fell in a heap on the earth below, completely limp. Grass filled his nostrils once again and he found darkness gathering around the corners of his eyes. He didn't want to fight it. He was exhausted and he wanted to escape the intense pain in any way possible. With the last desperate thoughts of the unknown driver, the unknown friend, Reid fell into unconsciousness.

EN: GASP! Who else was with him and where are they? Hehe, thanks for reading, hopefully you plan to come back and, if you really liked it (or really didn't), click that little review button and let a sister know! Thanks!