Disclaimer: All recognizable source material does not belong to me
A/N: This is a companion story to a series I am writing. DO NOT READ this story if you have not already looked at 'Remember' and it's sequel, 'Hunted'.
Trained to Kill
Chapter One
Chapter One
Reid looked up from the case file. "Smith! It has to be him. But why?" he glanced around and suddenly noticed that he was alone in the police station.
They'd located the house where the child was being held, and the BAU, along with both local police officers, had gone to bring the girl home.
But why did he tell us where the girl was? He was baiting us. He wanted us to come and investigate. Reid realized. Why did he want us here? Revenge? No. He's a professional child kidnapper . . . he must have lured us here to get us away from Quantico. Away from – Jack and Henry. Someone must have hired him to kidnap one of them.
Reid yanked out his phone.
"Hey, Reid! We got her! Samantha's safe!"
"Great, Morgan, but I know who the kidnapper is!"
"How'd you find out?"
"I'll tell you later, but he'll probably be leaving town soon, so get back here! It's Smi-"
he paused. "Morgan?" Morgan's voice could be heard faintly under the static.
"There's no way he'll hear me now." Reid ended the call. "Great. Of all the times to lose the connection . . ."
"You didn't lose the connection."
Reid whirled. "Oh, hi, Smith! What did you say about the connection?"
"I took it. With a signal jammer." Smith held the device in the air.
"What is this, a joke?" Reid tried to play dumb.
"No, Doctor Reid. You know what this is."
Reid reached for his gun, but Smith's tazer was already in his hand.
"Don't move." He warned. "This is going to be hard enough for you as it is."
"What are you playing at?" Reid asked. "What child are you trying to kidnap?"
"Oh – you haven't figured it out yet." Smith smiled. "I got a job offer a bit outside my usual . . . they wanted a genius. I accepted, and I think I did my job very well. Goodbye, Doctor Reid."
"Wait!" Reid called, right before Smith pulled the trigger.
He found himself down on the floor, spasming and jerking with electricity.
Smith pulled the darts out of him and then shoved a needle into his neck. "Lights out, Fed."
Reid faded into darkness.
Day 3
Taryn knocked on the door, then pushed it open. "Averin, I've finished the mission. I can give you the report whenever."
Averin glanced up, a kind smile on his face. "Taryn. Come in." His Russian accent was very faint.
Taryn blinked. This wasn't usual. He cautiously stepped into the office and shut the door.
"Taryn, since you joined us two years ago, you've made astounding progress every day." Averin switched off his computer and phone. "Do you have any electronics on you?"
"No."
"Good. I can't risk having anyone hear what I want to say." Averin stood and came around the front of his desk. "You enjoy your job, don't you?"
Taryn considered. "Yes, I do. I like working for the CIA. It's exciting."
"You love it for the excitement?" Averin smiled.
"Partly."
"I have a position open for you. In a new special ops branch of the CIA."
Taryn paused. "What sort of position?"
"Similar to now – you'll be sent on missions to catch criminals and take down dangerous people. But in this section everything is top secret, and tough. If you choose to take the job, you'll have to take special training. Each mission is intense, and we can't have any failures in this black ops branch." Averin explained.
"I'll need more information to make a decision." Taryn replied. "But it sounds interesting."
"Come with me." Averin opened the door.
"Where?" Taryn didn't move to follow.
"The black ops headquarters."
Once there, Taryn glanced around. The ceiling was low, and he saw no windows, so he guessed it was some sort of basement or underground facility. About twenty people were working busily at computers.
"If you choose to accept the job, this is where you'll work. Through that doorway is a training facility where you'll be taught the specialized techniques for the job." Averin gestured.
"Mr Averin!" A woman strode up. "The new prisoner needs to be interrogated."
"Oh, yes." Averin turned to Taryn. "Why don't you come with, Taryn?"
"To do what?"
Averin smiled. "To interrogate Spencer Reid."
Something changed in Taryn's expression. Reid frowned – something was wrong. "Spencer – Spencer Reid – Dr Spencer Reid -" he murmured. His eyes widened. "You had me kidnapped -"
Averin rolled his eyes. The woman shoved Reid to the floor and injected something into his neck.
"Thanks, Varvara." Averin nodded, as Reid rolled over weakly and looked up from the ground. "We'll raise the dosage – he still can't hear his old name without snapping out of it."
No – I have to get out of here – The room was going fuzzy. No, no, no, no – I have to get out of . . .
Blackness took him.
Criminal Minds
"Taryn?" Averin was calling. "Taryn, wake up."
Taryn opened his eyes. Averin was kneeling over him and a woman stood nearby.
He blinked. "What happened?"
"Your medication stopped working again. We'll have to up the dosage to make sure you don't have any more dizzy spells."
Taryn nodded. "All right."
The woman turned and walked away.
"We'll take you back to the specialist." Averin pulled him to his feet.
Taryn glanced at the receding woman. "What was she doing?"
"She was just worried." Averin assured him. "She was asking if she needed to call 911."
Taryn nodded. "You were saying something about a training facility? May I have a look at that before we go?"
"Certainly." Averin agreed. "Let's go."