Author's Note: A very warm greeting! I'm ready to take Spencer on another ride! I hope you will join him from start to finish.
Disclaimer: This is just for fun, not for profit, so please let Dr. Reid and the BAU come out to play.
To Reader's who have not read "The Undoing of Dr. Spencer Reid," this is what you need to know to enjoy this story. (Spoiler Alert!) Spencer fell in love with a serial killer. (But she's really charming, and not in a Dexter kind of way. Normal charming.) But in the end, the star-crossed lovers couldn't stay together. Spencer returned to the BAU and Alison fled to the Peruvian jungle to live with an indigenous tribe called the Yuru. Spencer was trying to come to terms with the separation but when he found out that Alison had his baby daughter, he decides to find them. And that's exactly what he will do in this story. I hope you enjoy it.
Chapter 1
For the rest of his life, Dr. Spencer Reid would remember that horrific journey.
It was all well and good upon arriving at Lima, where there was no shortage of English-speaking tour guides who practically beat each other off with a stick to attend the young American. But the further he traveled away from the capital in search of his destination on the 10th parallel south, the more rustic the land and the people became. At the final leg of the journey, not one member of the caravan spoke a word of English. So Spencer was utterly alone in his misery.
The only cure for the altitude sickness that plagued him was descending to lower ground. But that was out of the question now: He would literally die without a guide. So he willed himself up, ever up, on the narrow cliff road, chewing one coca leaf after another seeking relief. The dizziness and nausea would have been more bearable if he stayed perfectly still, but that was impossible while riding a mule. The stinking beast, angered by ticks and mites, jerked relentlessly. Sometimes it grew so mad with itch that Spencer feared it would dive head long into the bottomless precipice.
But by the third day, Spencer actually hoped for death. He could no longer alleviate his blistered backside by shifting his weight from one buttocks to the other. So falling into the void didn't seem so bad any more. First, he would have to remove the ropes that fastened him to the mule and to the rider in front of him.
"Hombre!" yelled the rider behind him when Spencer removed the first rope. "Estás loco!"
"Sí!" yelled Spencer frantically and his echo bounced off the cliff wall into the void he was trying to jump off.
The man used his riding whip to prevent Reid from removing the second rope. Spencer cried out in pain and nursed his aching hand against his chest. The rider whistled distinctively and the caravan came to a sudden halt.
"Maldito gringo!" The rider dismounted and approached Reid with a curse under his breath. He put the rope back in place and then faced Reid squarely. He was a large man with one eye, dark, olive-colored skin, and a long triangular face. He spoke angrily, spit a wad of tobacco on the ground, and remounted.
Of all his threats Reid only understood that the rider would shoot him if he removed the ropes again, which would have been okay if Reid didn't know how much it hurt to get shot. But the rider also said that they were close to the evening lodging, and that gave Spencer hope. The rider whistled again and the caravan moved on as the blinding sun started its descent behind the Andes.
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