*It's over, Riley*

(Reid's P.O.V)

"She's in Warehouse 228. We've got to get there now!" I ordered, my voice rising in panic. Riley had caught her on the phone, and he didn't sound happy. Lord knows what he was doing to her, but we had to be quick.

"Calm down Reid, how can you be sure?"

"She said the numbers 228. She must've seen them somewhere," I said exasperatedly. "Now, we need to go!"

Morgan nodded and beckoned Hotch over.

"Amelia is in warehouse 228."

Hotch nodded, his eyebrows knitting into a scowl. "Is Thomas there?"

I nodded. "He caught her on the phone; she could be in danger."

Hotch nodded and we all sprinted towards 228, another four agents on our tail.

I drew my gun from the holster as we rounded the corner, almost at Warehouse 228, and suddenly heard limping footsteps and ragged gasps.

I glanced alarmingly at Morgan, but he merely nodded and levelled his gun, slowing his pace. We all gathered behind him, pausing at the corner and waiting for the unknown runner to pass us.

I held my breath, my hands trembling as I clutched the gun, my fingers inches away from the trigger.

Then he rounded the corner.

Thomas Riley.

His boots and fists were bloodied, and his expression was one of hysteria; his eyes were wide and glowing, but his lips were trembling. And as he plummeted round the corner and straight into one of the FBI agents, his face blanched and he attempted to scramble in the direction he had just ran from, but Morgan managed to catch him round the waist and shove him mercilessly to the ground.

Again, Riley tried to scamper away, but Morgan stepped on his ankle, hearing it crunch under his foot.

"It's over, Riley," Morgan snarled, aiming his gun at his sweating forehead. He choked back a sob and shook his head violently, cowering under the sight of the gun.

"N-n-no... no... no.... I didn't... didn't do anything..."

Morgan's jaw clenched as he rolled Thomas onto his stomach and cuffed his hands behind his back.

"I'm going to go and find Amelia," I said, holstering my gun and running in the direction Riley had come from before anyone had chance to respond. My mind raced; I had to find her quickly!

"Reid, wait up!" Hotch called behind me, but I didn't halt my pace. I glanced over my shoulder fleetingly to see him running after me. "Reid, stop."

I sighed and halted, scowling at the floor and tapping my foot impatiently.

Upon reaching me, he nodded and we both sprinted toward 228, directly in our path. The door was battered, but bolted, and Hotch managed to kick it down with a forceful impact. It clattered the ground with a resounding metal shrill.

As soon as we emerged into the gloomy room, I spotted Amelia sprawled along the floor on the opposite end. She lay unmoving with blood pooling around her torso.

No. She couldn't be...

"I'll call an ambulance," Hotch said gravely as I sped toward her, my breathing shallow. Please, don't be dead. Don't be dead...

Oh, thank the lord! I skidded to a halt and saw that her chest was rising slowly, shallow breaths rolling from her parted lips. Her body was displayed in an awkward angle, her head lolling to one side. Blood coated most of her left, and I quickly knelt down beside her, brushing the hair from her face.

I had to stem the blood flow.

Tugging off my jacket, I moved to her left side and peeled her shirt up. A long gash ran the length of her torso, and I winced as I discovered it was made by nails. Thomas Riley had scratched the skin away.

I blanched and bundled the jacket over the wound, inspecting the rest of her upper body. Her wrist was broken, and it looked as though her ribs were broken too. She needed to be hospitalised. Soon, or she wouldn't make it.

"How is she?" Hotch asked, rushing over.

"Pretty bad. I just hope she-"

I was abruptly cut off as Amelia gave a shuddery breath and her eyes flitted open slowly.

I glanced incredulously at Hotch and dropped back to my knees.

"Amelia," I said softly, taking her unscathed hand in my own. Her skin was icy to touch, and she trembled under my grasp.

Her eyes glazed as tears welled in her eyes. "R...ree...reid," she whispered hoarsely, her voice quivering.

I smiled and stroked her bruised cheek. "Stay still. The paramedics will be here soon."

She nodded; a brief twitch of her head, before her face suddenly contorted as more tears rolled down her cheek.

"I... I can't..."

I shook my head. "Don't talk. You'll be safe soon."

*Hey. I just realised I made a mistake in the last chapter; I said that she couldn't feel anything because her body was numb, but she was actually just paralysed, so let's just pretend that the numbness is like a side effect of the paralysis drug. Okay, that's all. Thanks for reading. There's only, like, two more chapters. So yeah. Almost finished!! ;)*