"Drawn to Revenge" chapter 1- Crash…
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Reid was tired. There was no other word for it.
After several late shifts at the BAU, one after the other with little to no sleep in between, all he wanted to do was have a hot shower in his little apartment and go to bed; sleeping hunched over his desk was not comfortable.
It had been a tough case to break; an amoral rapist out to seek revenge on women who resembled his mother when she was a younger woman; red hair, athletic body and warm-hearted (he lured them into his car by pretending to be injured and needing help with groceries). Three women were killed, two more in a vegetative state and one who had escaped before he could do any real damage.
Reid decided he needed to call his family at some point, visit his mother in the sanitarium; talk to his sister who was living in England… bad cases really open your eyes. Everybody thinks it could never happen to them or someone close to them- then again, not many people would actually go around with a sign above their head that said 'capture me, rape me, beat me and kill me!'
He stopped in front of his apartment door, idly wondering how he managed to enter the building, go up the stairs (he didn't like the elevator; too claustrophobic for his liking) and find his apartment both without him realizing it or bumping into anything.
He rubbed his neck wearily before rummaging in his bag for his keys.
He stepped inside and vaguely surveyed what had become of his apartment over the passed days; everything was in order, just as he had left it, however, a smell permeated from the trash can in the kitchen which bringing to his attention that he had missed trash day and had Chinese food some days ago.
He sighed and set his things down on the kitchen bench-top before quickly going to the refrigerator, pulling out a quarter of a lemon and squeezing it over the trash in the hope it would help reduce the horrible stench; unfortunately he also had a paper-cut on his finger and the lemon juice made it sting.
He was far too tired for this; throwing the squeezed lemon in the bin he washed his hands and tidied up what needed to be before making his way into the bathroom. Standing under the hot water, he massaged his aching neck and hoped there wouldn't be another period of time like the one he had just had.
He put his folded, dirty clothes into his washing hamper and walked towards his bedroom.
When they captured the bastard who tortured the women, Gideon told Reid to interview him; they had enough physical evidence to put him away but a confession would seal the deal.
Reid entered the room with fake confidence and sat in front of the murderer. They sat there for a few minutes, in silence, assessing each other and the situation.
"You going to say anything or are we just going to glare each other all God-forsaken night?" the man growled; he was forty-five, tall and muscled and could quite easily have snapped Reid in half.
Reid shrugged lightly; he was trying to ignore the clenching feeling in his stomach.
"I-I'm just trying to figure out how you got away with it for so long, Mr. Howl," he said simply.
"What do you mean?" the bigger man asked, menacingly, catching Reid slightly off guard.
"W-well, the murders were done quite sloppily; e-each one was like your first and you were a classic Raskolnikov; you attempt to be an existentialist and yet you gave yourself away by worrying what the media was saying about the crimes," Reid pulled out a folder full of newspaper clippings of the case. "'Forcefully done with no real planning… the work of an amateur…' you let the comments consume you so much after the first two killings that you attempted to prove them wrong by committing more. Then, when your third victim escaped and you weren't caught, it became an anti-climax for you when you weren't captured straight away so you became arrogant and killed three women and then returned to the scene of the crime; you were far too incompetent to be able to get away with it," Reid had grown more confidence as he went along but one look at the seething man made him worry.
"I just need to stay calm," he thought. "Don't let him get to me,"
Howl lowered his head but kept eye contact with Reid and slammed his hands down on the table. Reid jumped slightly.
"You smart-arsed little freak," he spat. "Those bitches got what they deserved and so did my mother; they're all whores who contributed nothing to society so I deftly took care of them. The papers say I planned nothing but they just didn't know I researched each of the sluts before I captured them; I knew their weaknesses and deepest fears," his voice had lowered to a menacing hiss. "You think you're so God-damned clever, don't you, you little son-of-a-bitch? Well, I can see through you like you were glass- freakin' glass! You're a little freak who will never be loved by anyone because he's too freakin' scared of his own freakin' shadow!"
Before anything else could be said, Gideon, Hotch and Morgan entered the room.
"Thank you, Mr. Howl, for that enlightening speech," Hotch said. "I'll be sure to play the recording at your sentencing,"
Howl glared at Reid and Hotch and Morgan dragged him away, Morgan winking at Reid, which was as close to 'good job' as Reid would get from him.
"Good job, kid," Gideon said to Reid, who was still seated.
Reid gave him a half-smile, already forgetting the comments made by the serial rapist, focusing more on the fact that he had made Howl confess; it felt good.
"Thanks,"
Reid sighed and sat on the edge of the bed, making sure his alarm was set for nine the next morning. He was thankful there was no pending case; he had the luxury of eight and a half hours sleep.
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There was a loud crash in the kitchen and Reid sat up in bed, his heart pounding in his chest almost as loud as the blood pumping through his ears. A wave of adrenaline swept through him as various explanations flew through his head. Had a cat somehow slid in through a window? Was there a burglar- a careless one at that?
He soundlessly slipped out of bed and pulled his gun out of the holster sitting on his bed-side table, dread settling in the pit of his stomach; there was another loud crash, almost identical to the last. He stepped through into the kitchen and saw a man standing there in plain view, wearing gloves and a beanie, smashing his plates one by one.
"Ah, Doctor Reid, finally pulled yourself out of bed to investigate, I see?" a smooth voice said, as calm as though he were asking for the time.
Reid pointed his gun directly at the stranger's chest, though knowing his poor aim, it could end up anywhere.
"What are you doing here?" he asked forcefully with more confidence than he felt, his voice only shaking slightly. Truth be told he was terrified; how had the man got in without waking him? More to the point why was he there, standing in the middle of Reid's kitchen, smashing crockery?
"Now is not the time for that little tale, Doctor," the man said with an inclination of his head towards Reid, placing down the plate he was originally going to smash. "Oh, but my, where are my manners? Allow me to introduce myself; my name is Donald Grey, I am… an acquaintance of Special Agent Aaron Hotchner,"
"What do you want with him?" Reid asked, gripping his gun tighter, preparing himself to pull the trigger should the situation arise and from his perspective, the situation seemed to be arising; the fact that the man revealed his name to Reid was an indication of any three things; A- he didn't care if he was caught, B- Reid wasn't going to be alive to reveal his name to anyone or C- both.
Grey gave a chuckle, stepping towards Reid who backed away.
"My dear boy," he grinned maliciously. "It's what I want with you that's the issue here…"
Grey leapt at Reid and ripped the gun from his grasp before he could pull the trigger. Once he had Reid pinned he pulled out a syringe and injected it directly into his neck. Reid's fighting muscles slackened to the point where he could not move and his eyelids dropped despite his resistance.
"My, my, my… you're not much of a shot and your reflexes are poor, especially for an FBI agent, but you have a lot of spirit… You're going to be fun to break…" Grey whispered in his ear as cotton wool filled Reid's head and all his senses failed.
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Author's note:
Hey, what did you think? This is my first Criminal Minds fan fiction and I hope you like it! This is a short chapter compared to the ones which are yet to be posted, so please don't be deterred by the lack-of-length. There may be questions resulting from this chapter, but I promise, all will be revealed next time! Please tell me what you think but please don't flame me!
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