Hello Reader! I'm Nymphadora-CullenBAU (as I guess you can tell). I adopted this story from the awesome droogdog, who was very happy to give it to me. If you were an avid reader before, please don't be shy about reading, and leaving a review! Also, please be sure to check out my other stories!
Originally written by droogdog. It's his idea; I'm just finishing it.
Nothing is mine; all CBS.
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"Almost all absurdity of conduct arises from the imitation of those whom we cannot resemble" Samuel Johnson
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-Quantico Virginia-
The conference room in which the talented team of B.A.U. agents were briefed on new cases was empty, this was a paradoxical mix of the good and the bad. Good, because it meant the team was somewhere out in the world fighting evil. Bad, because it meant that there was still evil in the world. The team worked tirelessly to catch the worlds most dangerous criminals, in fact, the team had just lifted off the ground to Kansas City in search of a Unsub dubbed, 'The Kansas Campus Killer'. The Unsub has been connected to at least twenty deaths, and the team had dedicated their hearts and souls to apprehend this monstrosity, well… most of them anyway. You see, today, Dr. Spencer Reid was late for work.
It's a funny story: it started the last night, when Reid felt it was so very important to re-organize his case files and what-not and lost track of the time. When he finished, he realized it was one in the morning, far past the good doctors bed time, but it was worth it. His small corner of office space was now nice and neat… o.k. neater. With this in mind, one could understand why he slept through his alarm clock. And why he had to make a side trip to Starbucks for an iced coffee. Then make a U-turn for a second. Spencer needs his morning… ummm, afternoon coffee!
So it was a jittery Dr. Reid that came in at 2:00 P.M. and the first thing he noticed was the utter absence of an angry Hotch. After that, he noticed that the other B.A.U. members were also gone, without a trace. Why is there a tumble weed in an F.B.I. building? Warily, Reid reached into his pocket for his cell phone, he took a deep breath, said a silent prayer, and called Garcia. She answered immediately.
"Tsk tsk," Reid heard, "I am so disappointed in you young man, this calls for punishment!"
"I overslept!" said Reid on his own behalf, "Did I miss the jet?"
"Yeah… 'bout that, someone wants to talk to you."
"Oh, no," said Reid, "Please, I'll-" but it was to late, Garcia had already connected him to another line. As Reid waited for Hotch to answer, he passed the time by watching his life pass be for his eyes. There's the time he got a big red fire truck for his birthday… there's the time he helped catch a serial killer, and there's the first time he kissed a girl! Last week was a good week for Dr. Reid.
"Reid? Are you there?" Spencer heard from his cell, and the powers that be must be merciful, for it was Rossi on the other end.
"My hero." whispered Reid.
"What?" asked a perplexed Rossi.
"Oh, it's nothing, I just thought it'd be Hotch to pick up" explained Reid with sigh of relief.
"Well he right here, you want me to put him on?"
"NOOOOO!" wailed Reid, eliciting sadistic laughter from Rossi.
"Don't worry, Reid," said Rossi, "You won't have to worry about Hotch until we get back to Quantico, but don't think he's letting you have a vacation." This confused Reid.
"What do you mean?" he asked, sensing imminent danger.
"Garcia will explain it to you. Good luck, kid." And before Reid could question any further, Rossi clicked his phone off. Reid waited patiently for the resident computer-goddess while whistling a tune.
"Hey there, long legs! Miss me?" Garcia chirped.
"Uhh, yeah." He said uneasily, Anything sexual always made him uncomfortable, hopefully 'Long legs, would be a lasting nickname.
"Well, while you were snoozing, J.J. brought in two cases, we thought we'd have to do them one at a time, but Hotch devised a clever idea!"
"I think I know where you're going with this." Reid said, not liking where this was going.
"Hotch figured that while the others took care of this Kansas baddie, you could handle the New York case yourself."
"New York?!" Reid choked out, in a compound of fear and shock.
"Yep! The big apple! Hotch said something about keeping you on your toes, and, um, that he has confidence in you sporto!"
"Sporto?" parroted Reid, "He actually used that word?"
"I punched it up some." Replied Garcia, "All the information you need is in the file on the conference desk, Buh Bye handsome!" and CLICK! Dr. Spencer Reid was left alone in the conference room with a cell phone to his ear.
Spencer Reid let out a fretful sigh and gently closed his cell phone shut before putting it in his pocket. He eyed the pale green folder on the desk cautiously before picking it up and flipping it open. The is Unsub was based in New York, New York, and is suspected in the murders of at least five young men, all were Caucasian, with short blonde hair, the Unsub was apparently fond of ligature strangulation. Then Reid noticed something that made his stomach churn: a plane ticket, coach seating.
-New York, New York-
Overlooking the great city that is New York from his penthouse was a young man, no older then twenty-three. He had pale skin that made his sharp face resemble a marble statue, and he kept his hair neat, short, but fashionable. His hair was naturally dark brown, like dark chocolate, but over the years, little white hairs began to grow here and there. This was a genetic trait inherited from his father, and if his hair continues to grey at the same way it had for his father, then the young man should have a head of thick, snowy hair by thirty.
The young man also inherited a generous trust fund from his father, hence the penthouse. The young man's name was Keith Summers, and over the years he had become bored with what his father's money could buy, which was a lot. Keith, again, grew bored of staring at New York through his window, and returned his attention to the blonde guy he had been torturing since the night before.
The guy, who said his name was Joey, seemed uncomfortable, which I suppose is reasonable for anyone in his position. Keith was trying something new with Joey: He had steel pulleys installed to the penthouse ceiling, so that he could easily heave a full grown man up by tying a noose around said man's neck and let him hang there until he died. That's what Keith did with his first victim. With Joey, Keith had a long, metal rod with a sharp end to it installed into the floor as a 'decoration'. Keith's real intention was far more sinister.
Last night, as Joey lay unconscious, Keith had tied thin, black cables around each arm and waited for them to turn a color that was somewhere between blue and purple. Then, as Joey slowly awoke, he found himself being lifted into the air, by his neck! His first instinct was to groped at the black noose around his neck, the one that was slowly cutting off his air, but he realized, to his horror, that his arms were completely numb save for a throbbing pain whenever he tried to move them.
Keith then tied the other end of the rope down, leaving Joey to fend for himself, ten feet up. Joey kicked as his vision began to blur, and as he did so, he cut his left foot on the long, sharpened pole jutting out of the ground. Joey knew he needed some form of leverage if he wanted air, so he endeared intense pain by stepping into the giant needle with his good foot and pushing himself up, and loosening the noose. It was as he took in this fresh air that he realized what kind of situation he was in: He would have to stay balanced on the tortuous staff or else gravity would choke him to death. A similar idea was put into use in medieval times, only then they tied you up by your thumbs.
And so, several, agonizing hours later, Joey looked down at the grey devil below him, and eloquently said: "Fuck You." And allowed himself to slip off the needle, the noose tightened around his neck. Before everything went black, Joey saw Keith shrug, and turn away.
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