Okay for the ones who have read this before I changed the word anarchist for sadist because anarchist is not right and I would like to thankMermie007for pointing this out to me so thanks. I cant believe I made this mistake I would also like to ask all of you if you find a mistake like that please let me know thanks.
This is my tale of a torturefic. Reidcentric. There is one pairing: between him and Ashley Seaver, the new agent at CM. I just saw the episode she played on for the first time and I would love to see the two agents together. Who is with me, please tell me.
Oh and sadly enough I don't own anything of criminal minds.
-Do we get born the way we are, or does life treat us well or bad and shapes us in our final form.-
-Nicolas Fray-
Ashley Seaver looked around the table. Almost the whole team was there: Rossi, Morgan, Prentiss, Garcia and….
Spencer. Her gaze lingered on him and apparently she was smiling, given that when he looked up, he smiled back at her.
She turned her head, blushing, most likely. She wished she could tell him how she really felt about him….
Her eyes met Garcia's with her annoying 'I know' look.
If the BAU just didn't have a strict "No dating colleagues' policy, then she would….
A high sound caught her attention. She saw her supervisor entering the room. Agent Hotchner had a worried look on his face. The other agents looked around the table and they all thought the same…
What could be so bad that it could even upset this man?
"Guys, I…." He paused for a moment and looked concerned "We have a pretty serious case in Seattle." the agent pressed a button on Garcia's laptop and series of photo's appeared at the white board, one more horrible than the other.
"We have an UnSub who attacks people of the government."
"What do you exactly mean with people of the government?" Morgan asked, a little cautious. He knew what Hotch meant by people of the government.
"Persons of childcare…." He pointed his finger at a young woman. Ashley could tell she was beautiful, even under all those cuts and even while her eyelids had been removed, so her green eyes kept staring into nothing.
"Mayors…"This time, he pointed at two people. One was an elderly man whose fingers were completely missing and his face was blue. The other one was a slightly younger man. His fingers were missing, but unlike the other man, his body was blackened and it was obvious that he had been on fire.
"Firemen…" he pointed at a not unhandsome man, but the fact that he had no legs didn't really help his looks.
"and policemen…" This time, not everybody kept his 'cool' and a little shiver went through the group of profilers. They all looked at the final pictures and Ashley felt her heart sink to the bottom of her stomach.
The remaining pictures were horrible. The three police officers - well, she had to believe they were police officers. Their faces were unrecognizable. The men had been beating so badly that there was no spot left were there were no bruises or blood. There were no nails on their fingers and it was obvious that they had been tortured, although she couldn't recognize with what torture equipment the horrible deed had been done.
The silence that followed was to honour them, every single one of them…
It was Reid's voice that broke the silence. "Were there any peculiarities to this cases? Well, I mean except for the fact that they were all so aggressive…" His voice was squeaky and uncomfortable.
"The thing with this case is…" Aaron grabbed a couple of evidence bags with some black papers in them and gave them to the youngest agent. "…that the UnSub gave these notes to the victims one day before he kidnapped them."
"What do they say?" She could hear her voice trembling. Even after she had seen a dozen of these kind of cases, she still trembled at the first sight of it.
Reid looked at the papers and answered: "They all say something else, but in the same genre." The genius grabbed one bag and read the letter out loud: " 'You deserve this, but I'm giving you one more day.' " He grabbed another bag and said: "This one says: 'Don't hide. I will find you, you get one more day.' They are all like this. They have the same message, but other lines."
He looked over to Hotch "Did they all die the next day?"
This time Garcia took it over. "No, they were all kidnapped the next day, but found five days later, after…" She took a deep breath "… after the police got a call that someone was going to kill them at that exact moment and that they should look an hour later for the body on a place the caller gives them and… well…" She took another deep breath and continued "…and the victims were found at that exact spot, always exact an hour after the call."
Hotch lay a hand on her shoulder as a sign that she could sit down and that he was taking it over.
"The coroner has admitted that the victims were killed an hour before they had been found and he also notified that all the wounds have been caused before the victims were dead." The older agent looked at all of them for a couple of seconds, so they all could take in this information before he continued, "There is only one last thing…."
Ashley looked at Spencer to see if the genius might have understood this, but he only stared at their boss. She didn't know why this gave her a sting in her heart. She focused her attention on Hotchner again.
"The UnSub also films the suffering of the victims and sends the movies to the loved ones." He turned himself towards Garcia. "Have you received the copies?" The blonde nodded "Good, we can watch them on the plane. We leave in half an hour."
He walked out of the room with these last words.
Spencer was the first one to step into the jet, as he usually was, but that did mean he could have the good seat at one of the tables. He saw his colleagues entering the plane, one by one: Hotch, who immediately left his seat again to grab a coffee, Morgan, who sat down on the long couch at the other end of the aircraft. Rossi, who for some reason never sat next to him, but always at the other table, Prentiss, who walked over to sit down next to Rossi, because they were in the middle of a conversation and….. Ashley. She sat down in the seat in front of him He smiled at her and was secretly pleased when she smiled back.
She gave him another one of her rare smiles. He loved her when she smiled. Her whole face lit up. In the first few weeks she had been with them, he thought her attractive and why wouldn't he? She was… She had elegant blonde hair, that ended in a slight curl, a sweet, graceful face that looked like it was formed by Da Vinci himself and stunning crystal blue eyes, but she rarely laughed…
And the first time he saw her laughing he fell in love with her.
He was happy he was good in hiding his feelings. He didn't think any of his colleagues knew it. Well.. except for Morgan, who had noticed it within the first few weeks, when he couldn't keep his eyes of her. Morgan tapped him on his shoulder and said that if he didn't quit staring, his eyes would probably fall out. Since that day, Morgan always looked at him with some kind of twinkle in his eyes as if they were somewhere with the three of them.
In the corner of his eyes, Reid saw Hotch walking towards the middle part of the airplane as soon as the yet took off. The supervisor pressed a button on the laptop on Rossi's and Prentiss' tables.
"Reid, Ashley, do you mind moving over here and sit with us?" The two agents stood up and Ashley sat down next to Prentiss and Reid took a seat next to Morgan.
Garcia's face appeared at the screen: "Does one of you mind if I don't watch this one? Not a real fan of horror movies." Her voice sounded apologizing.
"Nobody will blame you for that, Baby girl." Morgan looked at Garcia with cheerful eyes and her face immediately looked a lot happier. "Thanks, sweetie, and enjoy the movie y'all, if you can." She whispered the last words and Reid was pretty sure that nobody besides him had heard them.
The screen went black for a moment and then there was a man in the background. "Five days left…" The voice was creepy and bloodcurdling. It made Spencer's hair stand right up. The voice got a body, when a man walked into the screen and towards the man in the background. The UnSub hovered over him and grabbed his hair.
"Aaaaaaargh..." The scream was awful and deafening. "Please…please… no more…no more.. "
The voice of the victim sounded tired and frightened. It was clear that he wasn't going to hold on for much longer. "But you have four more days to go.." The UnSub walked away, laughing. The rest of the film was just like that. Even Reid, who has been in such a violent movie himself thanks to Tobias Hankel, couldn't stand it, but he made himself watch the whole thing. He knew that if he wanted to catch this guy, he had to see the whole movie and try to understand the UnSub in order to catch him. He owed it to the victims and their families.
Ashley couldn't look at the whole movie and she didn't understand that Hotch and Reid could. She had expected it from Hotch – after all, he was the oldest FBI agent of them all – but Reid was even younger than she was, although it was only a difference of a couple of months, as they were both were 28. Although Reid had been a FBI agent longer than she had been. The young agent had been working for the FBI since the age of 20. She had heard from Garcia that despite his young age, he had been through a lot because of his job. Garcia told her that there was a man, called Tobias Hankel, that had kidnapped him and forced him to make a choice between the lives of different people.
No wonder he wanted to see this, he probably wants to make it up to the families.
"He wants to show his power to the victims, over and over again…" She looked at the young man she loved so much and was surprised that he could get a word over his lips. His normal pink skin colour was gone and replaced by a sickish white glance and his handsome brown puppy eyes appeared to be wet.
"He has to show it to everyone: to the victims, their families and to the cops." Rossi took the profiling over and waited for someone to react.
Just when Rossi wanted to start talking again, Morgan interrupted him: "We are dealing with an extremely aggressive type of an sexual sadist."
Ashley was an expert in this type of field. "He is an alpha male and not able to function in his normal life, because he has to control everyone. But he is also a strong man. He needs to be, if he wants to knock out police officers and firemen to leave them that note."
"We're going to land in a couple of minutes." Hotch's voice interrupted the profiling of the agents.
"And I don't want to make a complete profile before we have investigated every single aspect of this case." He looked around with a strange gleam in his eyes, she didn't recognize.
"Prentiss, I want you to go and talk to the colleagues of the victims and Rossi, I want you to look at the movie with me again at the police station."
He looked at the three remaining profilers "You three are going to talk to the families and look at their houses. The UnSub must have been to their houses at least once before." The three nodded their understanding.
Ashley, Reid and Morgan arrived at the house of a police officer. She looked into the young man's eyes. They were huge and the colour was of the softest brown she had ever seen.
"Hey Spence, what was the name of this man?" She always tried to see the person behind the victim. She had to admit it wasn't really professional, but she had to, if she wanted to be a human, instead of some emotionless creature.
"Nicolas Smiths" The brown eyes softened for a moment, they always did when he talked about the victims.
Morgan's voice interrupted the stare between the two agents. "Hey, are you youngsters coming?"
Ashley bit her lip. She hated it when these moments between her and Spencer got interrupted, but she followed the black-skinned agent into the house with Reid tagging along. He was so close to her that she could feel him breathing in her neck, which made her hair stand up.
The house of the cop was big, way bigger than any normal cop could have pay.
"How can a simple police officer pay for this? Or am I just way too underpaid?" Morgan laughed "I don't know and yes, we are way too underpaid!"
Reid gave an answer to the mystery. "According to his file, he received a huge inheritance when his parents died."
Morgan looked at him with an strange kind of twinkle in his eyes. "Can that be the link between the victims? Did they all live like this?"
"No. In fact, there is a huge difference between the wounded. One of them actually had to pay alimony to his three ex-wife's. I believe he lives in a dump.." He took a pause to catch his breath after he talked so rapidly "The rest of them live in normal houses."
Morgan turned around and walked towards the kitchen. He was obviously disappointed that this turned out to be a death end.
She followed him on his way in, while Reid went upstairs, hoping he'd find some clues there.
Prentiss looked at the man in front of her. He had round head, harsh features, musky, grey, mean- looking eyes and was incredibly fat. She was wondering how a man like this could be the head of the fire department of Seattle.
Even the voice of the man was raspy, like he had inhaled way too much smoke and when his mouth was close to her face, it smelled like she was right.
"I have no idea why anyone would like to torture and kill my people like that… we are heroes for God's sake!"
She doubted if he was a real hero, but she was willing to believe that his co-workers were.
"Thank you for your time." She shook the man's hand. It felt chubby and damp under her elegant looking hands. "Can I call you if I have more questions?"
The man looked at her with his ill-disciplined eyes. "If I'm not too busy, you can."
He led her out of the house and she didn't feel relieved when she was outside. This was probably the shortest visit of them all and none of the visits had provided new information. The only thing the colleagues could tell was that the abducted people were real heroes, every single one of them. She couldn't even find anyone they had had a conflict with.
She walked to her car and as she sat down, she was pretty sure she had never felt so frustrated.
A man in a nice suit walked towards the supervisor and gave him a handshake. "Agent Hotchner, I assume?"
Hotch nodded and pointed at Rossi. "And this is SSA David Rossi. Am I right if I'd say you are the one I spoke to on the phone?" The man nodded, just the way Aaron did. "Yeah, I am, agent Daniel Norren."
"Nice to meet you." This time, it was Rossi's turn to shake the hand of agent Daniel.
He continued talking to the agent, while Hotch was busy setting up the equipment they would need to watch the films in greater detail.
Spencer entered the house right after Ashley. This was the last one they would have to search through, but neither of them were really hopeful. All of the other houses had come up empty!
"Do you think we will find something here?" Reid looked around. The house they were in was nice. Not as big as the first house they had investigated, but it was still pretty big.
"I don't know, kiddo, but it feels like a waste of time." Morgan sounded like he was about to fall over from the lack of sleep. None of them had slept enough, after investigating six houses and one more to go.
"Hey, Morgan, if you check the ground floor, Reid and I will check the second floor." Morgan nodded to Ashley and left the hallway, but not before he gave Reid one of his looks, the one with the strange twinkle which he had received a couple of times this day.
Ashley walked up the stairs and stepped in front of him in such a way, that her beautiful mane waved across his face and he could feel the softness and smell its sweet fragrance. It made him dizzy and he longed to stroke softly through her hair.
"Are you coming?" Her exquisite voice, that sounded like little bells tingling in the wind wake him up from his dream.
"What?" He didn't think there had ever been a moment he had wished he had said something more clever.
"You know, for a guy who is proven to be a genius and has three PhD's, you listen really badly. I asked if you were coming?"
Reid gazed at her for a couple of seconds and then followed her up on the stairs. She stood still on the top of the stairway and her face turned upwards.
"Is there something wrong?" She turned to stare at him with her beautiful eyes and he wished she'd look away. He couldn't concentrate on anything this way.
"Did you see from the outside that there was an attic?"
"Is there one?" She didn't have to answer because he had caught up with her and saw the second staircase. "Hmm… usually, you can see that from the outside. If you head back and tell Morgan that there's another floor, then I'm going to take a look at the attic." She nodded her agreement and after a last look over his shoulder, Spencer started to climb the second stairway.
The moment he entered the attic, he knew he had made the wrong decision. He had hoped he just had to take a quick look, to make sure it was fine, but there was no way he could do that. He had never seen such a mess of random things. He could hear Ashley talking to Morgan, telling him about the upper floor.
"Hey, Ashley? I'm going to need some time to explore this place and make sure there is nothing here."
"Ok, Spence! Take all the time you need!" The happy undertone of her voice notified him that she was relieved that he had chosen to search through the garret.
He decided to survey this mess and turned to the right. He couldn't come up with a reason why someone would keep the stuff that was stacked up on piles, stuffed into wardrobes and randomly littered onto the floor: an old umbrella with holes in the fabric was placed in a box with 'Old memories' written on it, a closet which he was uncertain of opening. He regretted opening it the moment he made the movement. There was an object in the closet that he couldn't identify, but he was pretty sure that it had been alive a long time ago.
He walked around on the attic, before a voice caught his attention.
"Hey, Morgan, I think I found something… Spence! I need you down here!"
Spencer turned around, glad he could leave this dump, but then he saw something speeding towards his face. He tried to avoid it, but his reaction wasn't fast enough and the unseen object hit his head. The impact knocked him onto the ground.
The last thing the young genius saw was a sculpture of Maria and baby Jesus, that was crushed into two pieces in such a way that the mother had lost her newborn.
What do you people think of this? It's my first fanfic and I hope you all liked it. Please review me. I promise that I'll continue this story as fast as I can if there are people who like it. Oh.. and I know the first chapter is extremely long, but my writing is at its best when I have the chance to come into it. B.T.W this piece of writing has recently been bètad so if people see mistakes I will let my beta know. i have posted this before and then she betad it for me afterwards so thank you very much girl love y'all.