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Criminal Minds belongs solely to the creators, the actors and the writers. I simply like to borrow them on occasion. I promise to put them back in one piece, well maybe.

Thank you to everyone who read and reviewed the first part of this story. I hope you enjoy the sequel just as much!

Susanne

MARY'S REVENGE

CHAPTER ONE

"How are you feeling today, Dr. Reid?" the psychiatrist asked from behind his big oak desk. Behind the desk was a wall full of wooden book shelves and books.

Sitting in front of the desk in a too large seat, Spencer tried to not fidget. He hated these mandated therapy sessions. He hated having to spend the entire fifty minutes talking about him. He hated having to relive the dreams, the pain and suffering that he'd gone through thanks to Mary West. But if he had to do it to get back in the field so be it.

"I'm fine," Spencer answered. His hip still ached abominably sometimes. It was usually when the weather was going to change, etc. At the moment the stupid thing was aching because he'd been sitting on it wrong. That was the last thing he wanted the doctor to see. He stared at the books behind the doctor. Absently he wondered if the man had even read most of them or if he kept them around to make him look more professional. Reid was sure it was the later.

"That's what you've said every time we start a session, Dr. Reid. We both know that it isn't always so," the psychiatrist said. He was an older man, about Hotch's age, who always had the habit of resting his elbows on the desk and pressing his fingers together in front of him. It didn't bother Reid the first time he'd had to sit through this but now it nearly drove him nuts. It was very condescending.

"Agent Hotchner said that the sentencing hearing is tomorrow. Are you going to attend?" Dr. Heinz asked. He'd been counselling both men and found that they were very similar. Hostile. Neither man appreciated having to sit through these sessions. If Dr. Heinz hadn't been sure they were helping he would have stopped wasting their time and his.

"I haven't decided yet," Reid answered. He hadn't. He knew Hotch was planning on going and that he'd offered to drive Reid down. At this point he still found driving difficult for long periods of time and the hearing was four hours away.

Reid wasn't sure he wanted to see Rachel again. There were nights when the sound of her voice was the only thing that brought him out of his nightmares but she didn't actually have to be there. He just imagined that she was. Well, not exactly her, just her voice. He still couldn't quite reconcile Rachel's voice with her face. Knowing that they still hadn't caught Mary made him nervous too. Mary had been the one to hurt him, to do unspeakable things to him and the other three men. Rachel had tried to help them.

"I think it would be very therapeutic for you to be there for Rachel Carson's sentencing. After all, she was the one that started the whole chain of events. Would you like to discuss the emotional after effects of having been raped?" The doctor looked at Reid above his tented fingers.

The man really was insufferable. He knew Reid hated talking about that. Talking about it made him uncomfortable despite what all the popular mental health papers said. Reliving the whole thing in his dreams was bad enough. He didn't want to have to psychoanalyse everything about it. He'd all ready done that on his own. But his superiors had insisted that both he and Hotch be here. They were worried about their mental well being after the terrors they'd both been subjected to at the hands of Mary West.

"No, I'm good," Reid said. There were still forty-five minutes left to the session. To the young genius it felt like an eternity. Unconsciously he'd been counting the seconds since he'd walked into the room. Only 2700 seconds left.

"All right," Dr. Heinz said as he made a careful note on Reid's file.

Damn it. Reid knew he was making a comment about him being uncooperative. Not a good thing. He needed to deflect the man's attention from that.

"Do you really think it would help, going to the sentencing?" Reid asked. If he wanted to get back out in the field he was going to have to play by their rules. Jump through their hoops. Another thing he hated. The only time he felt like his old self was when he was with the team, working a case. Right now that only happened when the case was in D.C. and they could run the board in the office.

"I do. I think it would be a very important step in your recovery," Dr. Heinz said. He made another note in Reid's file.

2400 seconds. It was still too long. Finally, Reid had to shift his position to ease the pressure on his hip. He saw the doctor make another note. The chair was too big and too hard. Every position he tried only made things worse.

"Are you all right, Dr. Reid?" Dr. Heinz asked. He'd seen the pain pass over Reid's face and had also seen him shifting around. "Are you still taking Tylenol for the pain?"

"I'm fine," Spencer said automatically. Then he saw the expression on Dr. Heinz's face. He wasn't improving his situation by being flippant. "Yes, my hip hurts sometimes. When it gets too bad I do take Tylenol. It helps a bit."

"I know about your drug addiction. Are you still worried about the after effects of the drugs the women put in you?" Dr. Heinz glanced up from his file. He wasn't stupid. He knew the young genius was only telling him what he thought he needed to hear to get his clearance back to go into the field. If he hadn't seen genuine progress he would have recommended more sessions but he had so he wasn't.

"No. I haven't had any increased cravings. The drugs had all ready left my system by the time we reached the hospital. The hospital staff was aware of my situation and handled my case accordingly," Spencer said. It was true. For the first couple of days he'd been worried. But he quickly realized that he was okay. He was very grateful that that had been the case. The thought of going back to the lying, evasive person he'd been while taking drugs chilled him to the bone.

"That's good. I'm glad to hear that. Have you been sleeping any better?" Dr. Heinz asked. Immediately after the kidnapping both men had had trouble sleeping. Reid had dreams about what was done to him. In some cases it was the only way he had to remember the acts of abuse. He'd been drugged pretty heavily with Valium and not been entirely aware. For Aaron the dreams were more about what was done to Reid, not what was done to himself.

Mary had forced Aaron to watch while she abused Reid. If he looked away or closed his eyes the woman would increase the violence and depravity of the abuse. Hotch had taken several days to finally forgive himself for Reid being raped with a sex toy. Mary had done it because he'd closed his eyes. The doctor had actually helped him with that.

"Yeah, I slept for an entire six hours last night without waking once. I don't even think I had any dreams, at least none that woke me up," Reid stated. It was the truth. He'd actually slept the last four nights in a row. At this point in his life it was a record.

OOOOO

Since returning from Matt dePape's kidnapping, Hotch and Reid had been assigned to desk duty. Between Reid's crutches and Hotch's sling they weren't field worthy. Even now Reid had to walk with a cane. Another thing he hated. But if he walked for too long without the stupid thing his hip ached. If he ignored that then the ache turned to a stabbing pain.

At the moment the rest of the BAU team was out of town on a case. In the two months since returning Reid had gotten into the habit of hanging out in Garcia's office during these times. He could monitor the situations and add his insights as they needed them without having to call him. At the moment though, he didn't even have that to lean on. Garcia had gone with them.

Feeling drained after the therapy session, as he always did, Spencer sat at his desk and tried to look like he was interested in the paperwork he'd been filling out. It was standard stuff that he usually never got to until someone in administration forced him to. While he enjoyed filling it out properly and the sense of accomplishment when it was done, at the moment it didn't do anything for him.

From his desk, Reid could see Hotch sitting in his office. Spencer knew that he too was chomping at the bit to get back out there. The physical therapy on his shoulder wound had been entirely successful. He just had to finish the requisite number of therapy sessions. Today was to be his last one as well. Unfortunately for both men, though, they had to wait for Dr. Heinz to fill out the appropriate paperwork and for it to be processed. That could have them sitting at their desks for two more days.

Standing up from his desk, Hotch stretched slowly, gingerly. After having being shot he found that he had to stand carefully. If he forgot and stood up suddenly the muscles over his shoulder would sometimes spasm. The pain was enough to bring him up short and it seemed to happen at the most inopportune times, usually when one of his subordinates was watching.

The last therapy session with Dr. Heinz had been agony. The man really was a pompous ass at times. Hotch wasn't sure how the man was with Spencer but most sessions he'd wanted to strangle him.

Thankfully, though, it was the end of the work day. Aaron hated not being out with the team but Morgan or Rossi would call him if they needed anything. Of that Hotch was sure. So far there hadn't been any such calls so he assumed they were doing all right.

Walking out of his office, Hotch made his way to where Spencer was still sitting at his desk, pretending to do paperwork. Paperwork was the bane of both men's existence. If it wasn't for paperwork they'd both be out in the field at this very moment.

"The hearing is at 11am. Have you decided whether or not you're going to come with me?" Aaron asked. He was really hoping the younger man would agree to come. He knew Reid didn't recognize Rachel, per se, or have as strong a connection with the woman as he did but it would still do them both good. Aaron hated the thought of Rachel Carson being sent to prison. He knew she'd committed a crime when she'd kidnapped Matt dePape but she was genuinely repentant.

Rather than putting all four of the men through the discomfort of a trial, Rachel had pled guilty. Her lawyer had argued with her, saying there were mitigating circumstances and until Mary West was found they had no real case against her. Rachel had fired her lawyer.

The judge on the case had waited two months before sentencing her. He had been hoping too that Mary would be caught. But that had not been the case. It was as if the woman had fallen off the face of the earth. Mary had gone to her bar before anyone thought to secure it, and taken every cent out of the cash register and safe. She'd been living off the grid ever since.

"Yeah, I think I would like to go. Dr. Heinz thinks it would do me good," Reid stated, a crooked grin on his lean face. "No, honestly, I'd like to go."

"Good, I'll pick you up at your apartment at six am. I don't want to be late if we run into trouble on the way out there," Hotch said, a slight smile curling the corners of his lips.

Aaron was used to being very serious at work. Since being forced to watch Reid being abused he was even more serious. He was grateful that he'd finally been able to start sleeping again the last two nights and that Reid didn't seem to be as embarrassed around him. Reid knew he'd seen it all. He knew that Hotch could tell him everything that had been done to him but Reid didn't ask. It was bad enough when new things came back to him in his dreams.

"Sounds good," Reid stated. Desperately he hoped they didn't have any problems. He wanted to get this over and done with as quickly as possible. He was more than ready to put the whole thing behind him.

OOOOO

"How's the hip?" Hotch asked. The two FBI agents had been driving in silence since leaving the city. Until he'd seen Reid move out of the corner of his eye Hotch hadn't even been sure if Spencer was awake.

"Fine," Spencer said. In truth it was aching worse than usual at the moment. How the hell was he going to survive a four hour plane ride if a one hour car ride had him in this much pain? Spencer took some comfort from the thought that if he needed to he could stand up and walk the aisle of the plane. Here he just had to sit.

"I can see that it's not fine, Spencer. How is it really?" Hotch pressed. The doctors had said that the hip bone has healed but that arthritis might set it. Hotch wasn't convinced at the moment that the pain wasn't primarily psychosomatic. Reid had spent too much time hating himself for allowing Mary to do what she'd done to him. Hotch wouldn't be surprised if the pain wasn't Reid's unconscious way of punishing himself.

"Sore," Reid admitted. To prove the point he rubbed at the offending bone. It didn't help. "Do you think we could stop for a few minutes so I could walk around?"

"Sure. There's a rest stop just up ahead. I could use some fresh air too," Hotch said. The muscle over his shoulder was starting to tighten. Since coming back to work that was sometimes the signal that he was about to have another migraine. The damned things had been coming more often. Aaron checked his jacket pocket to make sure he had his medication with him. Luckily he'd planned that before going to sleep last night.

Aaron pulled the car up at the rest stop and put it in park. With a sigh of relief, he climbed out of the vehicle and stood outside it, leaning against the closed door. He watched as Reid carefully extracted himself from the passenger seat and then spent a few moments walking around. At first he was limping, because the kink wouldn't go away. But the more he moved, the less it hurt.

"Ready?" Aaron asked after ten minutes. They were ahead of schedule but he still didn't want to take the chance of having a flat tire or something between here and there.

"Yeah, thanks," Reid said as he moved back to the car. Before he climbed inside he pulled a small container of Tylenol out of his messenger bag and popped two of the tablets into his mouth. He was admitting defeat. The pain was worse than he'd anticipated and he needed to take even a little of the edge off.

OOOOO

The hearing went by quickly. Hotch was somewhat surprised to see that he and Reid were the only victims that had bothered to show up. Matt dePape and his mother, Cathy, were absent from the crowded court room as were Jared and his brother, Dave. The bounty hunting brothers hadn't surprised Hotch. Based on their nomadic lifestyle they could be anywhere in the country at the moment. Hotch also had the feeling that overprotective Dave wasn't going to let Jared anywhere near the town where he'd been kidnapped and abused by Mary.

While the proceedings wrapped up, Aaron glanced around at the other people sitting in the old wooden benches. Beside him Reid was fidgeting uncomfortably. He had the feeling it had more to do with the hard, wooden surface of the bench than the fact that Rachel Carson sat three feet away from them.

Between Rachel and where they were seated, Hotch recognized Rachel's parents and her two brothers. The family resemblance was unmistakable. The other people in the gallery were there to rubber neck. The kidnappings had been the talk of the small town for several weeks. The spectators had hoped that some of the gory details would be revealed during the sentencing but thanks to Rachel's guilty plea that was not to be.

Rachel looked leaner than the last time Hotch had seen her. Her brown hair was a little longer and less shiny, her face was gaunter and her clothes hung on her frame. Yes, she had lost weight but hadn't had time to buy new clothes before the hearing. From what he'd been told, the woman had stayed in custody since being arrested. She refused to let her family post bail.

Her eyes on the judge, Rachel didn't look around the court room at all. She was ashamed of how many of the faces in the gallery she recognized. People from her town that she had considered to be casual friends and acquaintances were here to see her get sent to prison. She knew that only her parents and brothers were here to support her. The rest were just gawkers, sight seers.

When the guards had brought her into the room she hadn't looked around and so hadn't seen Hotch and Reid. That was probably just as well. If she had she would have turned the most spectacular color of red in embarrassment.

Almost apologetically, the judge sentenced Rachel to three years in prison. Rachel's mother sobbed at the announcement but Rachel sat quietly and waited to hear if the judge had anything else to say.

"I see that two of the survivors are in the gallery. Do you have anything to add?" the judge asked. He'd recognized the two FBI agents from the file. He was somewhat relieved to see them, especially since they didn't appear to be hostile.

Embarrassed that they'd been singled out, Hotch glanced at Reid. The young profiler seemed to be trying to burrow his way through the back of his chair when all the faces in the room turned toward them. Aaron's eyes were drawn to motion in front of him. He was immediately drawn to Rachel's dark brown eyes. She was looking at them, a flurry of emotions playing across her face.

Clearing his throat, Hotch stood up, his eyes still on Rachel. "I do have one request, sir. Would it be possible for Dr. Reid and myself to escort Rachel to prison?"

It had come out before he'd taken the time to think about it. Immediately Hotch was embarrassed by his outburst. That was not proper procedure. Besides, what did he expect from the woman during the trip? Ripping his eyes from Rachel's stunned face, Aaron looked down at Spencer. The profiler was clearly shocked and very uncomfortable with his suggestion.

The judge took a few moments to answer. He scanned the crowd, registering the animosity from several of the faces. Having an FBI escort might not be such a bad thing. People in his town were known to occasionally take things into their own hands.

"Deputy Cullen was assigned that duty," the judge stated. In actual fact the young deputy had requested the assignment. "But I think he might enjoy the company. If you will remain behind after the court room is cleared we'll work on the details."

"Thank you, sir," Hotch said. What the hell was he thinking? He and Reid still needed to drive the four hours back home. They were expected at work the next morning since today was Thursday. Now he'd just volunteered them to drive another two hours up to the prison Rachel had been sentenced to.

"I'm sorry," Hotch said much quieter to Reid as he sank back down into the seat. "I don't know what came over me."

Reid was silent for a few seconds. He was staring at Rachel as the woman was led out of the room, her hands and feet in shackles. There was something about the woman that was drawing him to her. Spending some time with her before she was put behind bars might be a good thing. "It's okay, Hotch, I think you might have the right idea."

OOOOO

Deputy Cullen, the same young deputy that had shadowed Rachel ever since she had climbed out of the trap door in the cabin, was driving. They were in an unmarked police car. Apparently the judge had been worried about reprisals from his good citizens. Spencer was in the passenger seat where there was more room for him to stretch in while Rachel and Hotch were in the back seat.

Rachel had asked if she could sit on the passenger side. Hotch had seen relief on her face when he'd said okay. Now that they'd been traveling for half an hour without making a sound, Aaron decided to find out why.

"Do you have an aversion to sitting behind the driver?" Aaron asked. He'd been stealing glances at the woman like a school boy but had yet to look her directly in the face. He did this now, turning his body, despite the twinge in his shoulder, so that he could see her face clearly.

"Um," Rachel said, uncomfortable under the scrutiny. "I don't like sitting there because I can see myself in the rear view mirror. Why did you ask to come with us?"

"I'm not sure. I guess I just wanted to talk to you before you go to jail," Hotch stated. He felt like a school boy. It wasn't a good feeling.

"After everything that was done to the two of you because my kidnapping Matt, you want to talk to me? I would have thought you would rather shoot me," Rachel said, her cheeks turning a slight tinge of red.

"I don't blame you. You didn't hurt anyone despite kidnapping Matt. You used the least violent method possible to kidnap him and then you spent the rest of your time cleaning up after Mary. I don't have any feelings of animosity towards you," Hotch said.

"I think we're being tailed," Deputy Cullen stated from the front seat. He'd been watching because of the judge's concern. He was sure he'd seen the same dark coloured SUV following them since they left town.

They were driving through a heavily wooded area. The road was virtually deserted except for the vehicle shadowing them. The trees came up to within a few feet of the shoulder. There were the occasional logging roads that intersected with the two lane highway but they were even few and far between.

"Are you sure?" Hotch asked. He turned in the seat to scan the road behind them. As he did, they passed one of the logging roads. Another SUV came spinning out of the road, broad siding the police vehicle at full speed.

The only thing the passengers of the car heard after that was squealing tires, shattering glass and screaming metal. Then the world went black.