Fibonacci

1,1,2,3,5...8

Morgan's Point of View

For ten god dam minutes I watched my best friend get beat up. For ten fucking minutes I wasn't able to help him. The poor kid was probably scared out of his mind; he was probably hurting more than I could imagine. I wanted to get him out of there.

After a while of the poor kid getting beat up, Kyle and Jay finally backed off. I placed my hand on Garcia's shoulder as she cried. The walls are lucky I am busy right now.

"Please....s-stop..." Reid choked out. Garcia placed her hand on mine.

Kyle stepped in front of the kid, facing us, and said, "1, 1, 2, 3, 5." He dragged out the numbers as he spoke, slowly, making me want to get sick. He continued, "That is our play. If you can tell us how your doctor will die, we will consider leaving him alive for a bit longer; which, honestly isn't a good thing, but whatever you want."

My heart sank as Reid looked up desperately into the camera, towards us, with tears in his eyes. He gulped and then begged, "Please....I-I don't want to die...". For a second I was not sure who he was talking to; then Jay came on screen with a long hunter's knife. I heard JJ whimper and leave the room. This was not good at all.

Jay turned to the camera and said, "We will be back soon for a little game; a final game." He then turned around and the poor kid started screaming, but none of us could see what was happening, then, the screen went black. My mind started racing, then the walls were no longer safe as I took my anger out on the one closest to me. It took Hotch only half of a second to stop me.

We stood in the conference room, with JJ and Emily sitting, trying to prepare for the "final game". For a while it was silence, but then, Rossi broke it, "How are we supposed to know how the kid is going to die? Can we just say, he won't die and let Derek tell him how they will die?" This microscopic joke brought not even a small grin to any of our faces.

I thought and thought about everything Reid said before, when we were making a profile. That's when it hit me, and my heart sank once more. I said, "1, 1, 2, 3, 5. That's the number of stab wounds each victim had. Those numbers make some kind of pattern; I forgot what Reid said was the name of it though. But I do know that the next number..is 8. I-I think that's.....h-how many stab wounds the kid will get w-when they kill him...." The whole room went a deadly silent now.

Hotch said, "No, he will have zero stab wounds, because we will play their game and figure out where they are and go get Reid back!"

I smiled for the first time in what seemed like an eternity and responded, "Yeah, that kid is too smart to die. And he is our best friend, he is our little brother.." I trailed off at the last part; the part that was meant more for me than for anyone else; Reid was like my little brother and I will do whatever it takes to get him back.

Rossi grinned and said, "Right; we should have some of us stay for the game and some of us listen in, but be ready to go to their location when we find it out." I nodded in agreement, but there was a problem. I wanted nothing more in the world than to go get the kid back, but I also wanted to stay and be there for him.

Hotch answered for me as he ordered, "Alright, that's perfect. Rossi and Emily, I want you two to be ready to go get Reid with me and Morgan and JJ, you stay here for the video chat; he will need you more than ever and I know you two are the closest to him. He would want to see you two on the screen." I nodded once more; this was the right decision.

"G-guys....I am receiving the video chat request now..." Garcia called from her office. This was it; time to get Reid back to us.