Disclaimer: I don't own anything you can recognize.

Rating: T (there is some violence)

Warnings: none except the violence

Pairings: none

This is a response to a little challenge from hairy_flower I wrote some time ago. It's also my first CM story. Thanks to Drama_Duchess for helping me with grammar.

I also have to warn you that this story is complete. There won't be any more chapters or sequel so if you won't like the way I ended it, don't complain, you've been warned.

Cold

Reid felt cold. Cold and strangely detached. He was lying on a concrete floor and there was some warm liquid around his left arm. His blood. It was pouring out of the needle stuck in his vein. He opened his eyes and saw a dark ceiling with a single light bulb hanging from a rusty chain. His vision was a bit blurry. He messed up big time. Why didn't he listen to Hotch and Rossi? Why didn't he want to believe that the kid was the killer?

He knew why.

Because he could identify with him. He wished he'd known someone like this guy when he was a child. They'd be friends. He felt they could have been friends even now, as adults. The "so called friend" was extremely intelligent, socially awkward, and neighbors would say he was a good kid. But he was also very, very dangerous. He made friends with his victims and then killed them when they least expected it. He fit perfectly into the profile Reid knowingly ignored only because it matched Reid's profile too. Except Reid wasn't a murderer. But there was still the possibility of schizophrenia haunting him. Would he end up like an unsub one day?

Reid turned his head to look at the unsub's dead body. The man had slit his wrists but not before slipping sedatives into Reid's coffee and locking him in the basement to bleed to death. Why do lunatics like drugs so much? At least this one wasn't in narcotics.

Reid wondered what dying was like with every case. The day before, one of the victim's mothers asked him if "her baby" had suffered. He told her that bleeding to death was painless, that it was like falling asleep. He saw a lot of death as a profiler and this was probably the first case where victims weren't violated in any way. Their only injury was a single little puncture wound on their forearms. For victims, this was one of the more pleasant ways to die. It was definitely better than being buried alive, drowning in your own blood from anthrax, or even freezing to death. Reid figured if he really had to die, he'd want to die like this. No struggling, screaming, hurting, you just go to sleep and never wake up.

There was an odd, muffled, distant noise. The noise came from somewhere in front of him. It sounded like doors being kicked open.

"Reid!"

The voice was familiar. He felt so cold. His eyes drooped to a close and he heard nothing more.

I'd really like to know how you think it ended. Did Reid die? Did they save him? If you feel like it, please, tell me in review. Thank you for reading. I hope you liked it.