I do not own Criminal Minds.
Rated teen for references to abuse and nudity.
I planned on writing this as a one-shot but in the end thought it might have been a little too long to read in one sitting. As I wrote it, I realized it was more detailed compared to what I had envisioned.
Don't expect an overly-elaborate plot. This is not going to look like an episode from the show. It is a story written from a specific viewpoint. (And yes I know the tenses are a little all over the place as I don't have much experience writing in the present-tense.) I also know that it looks like a plot from an episode a few years ago, but I promise there are specific differences.
Reviews are welcome and ENCOURAGED!
Forgiveness
"There is no refuge from memory and remorse in this world. The spirits of our foolish deeds haunt us, with or without repentance." Gilbert Parker
Chapter 1:
I grab a piece of hair and fling it across his face. "Hasn't anyone told you you need a hair-cut Spency? You look like a girl," I said.
The rest of the team laughs as Spencer bites his lip, trying not to cry. Nick Miles approaches him. "Yeah, Spency. We're actually doing you a favor. We're showing everyone that you really are a man," he says as he pulls a rope covering his middle. "Though not much of one," he says and lets it go with a snap. Spencer screams out in pain and bursts into tears.
Someone brought a couple six packs of beer and a CD player. We all sway to the music. It was like a party with a naked kid strapped to a goal post as opposed to a disco ball. This is much cooler in my opinion. Alexa goes over and touches Spencer's tear streaked-face and comments that it is "smooth as a baby's bottom," which gets huge roars of laughter.
After my second beer I begin to feel dizzy. I lean up against the goal post hit Spencer in the chest. He yelps. "Please," he whimpers, "help me."
I look at him. He is looks terrified. Then in a flash his face changes. Streaks of blond hair are covering his face.
"Tyler!" I scream as I bolt forward in bed.
"Honey it was just a dream," my wife, my goddess, Sally says soothingly. She leans forward and rubs my shoulders. I brush her hands away as I stand up and begin to pace around the room. She checks the clock. "Mike it is 4:00 A.M. The cops told us we need to some sleep. We need to have clear heads to help with the investigation in the morning."
I continue to walk around our bedroom. "I can't believe I even agreed to this. Who knows what Tyler could be through while we are getting our 'beauty sleep'?"
Sally sighed. "We've been through this. He was taken before we got home from the show. There was nothing we could do that late at night. The cops told us that kidnappers don't make ransom demands after midnight."
I pull a curtain aside revealing one of the best views of the Vegas Strip in the city. It didn't comfort me as it usually does. "Why did we even go to that show? There's a kid killer on the loose. We should have stayed home!" I shout.
Sally suddenly stands up. "Mike, stop this!" Her voice cracks. "I feel terrible too!" She walks over and wraps her arms around me. "I thought we were safe. I thought no one could touch us from up here." She cries into my chest.
I hold her tightly and nuzzle her tresses of her golden hair. I feel a tear trickle down my face. She didn't know. I met Sally while playing football at USC. She couldn't possibly know that I feel Tyler's abduction was punishment for what I did to Spencer Reid.
