My criminal minds fanfiction.
DISCLAIMER!
I do not own any Criminal Minds characters or anything to do with it. 4 OC's, No romance though :) enjoy.
Chapter 1 – Introduction
Dr Spencer Reid walked swiftly into the bullpen of the BAU. He set down his messenger bag, rested his coat on his chair and made himself a coffee with PLENTY of sugar.
He looked behind him to see SSA Aaron Hotchner sitting at his desk. He looked over and Reid gave his boss a brief wave before turning back to his coffee.
Agent Emily Prentiss was next to arrive, she walkd in and set her handbag and coat at her own desk before joining Reid in the small kitchen.
"Good morning." Prentiss greeted Reid with a brief smile as she passed behind him to fetch her mug.
"Morning." Reid smiled back before turning around and leaning his lower back on the counter.
"How was your weekend?"
"Pretty ordinary." Reid smiled. "Yours?"
"Crap." Prentiss frowned.
"Why, what happened?"
"I had this date and he totally screwed me over."
"He did?"
"Yeah, he…"
"Morning all." Agent Derek Morgan grinned as he entered the kitchen. "What're we talking about?"
"Prentiss' hot date." Reid avoided Prentiss' glaring eyes and took a sip of his coffee.
"Hot date huh?"
"No, this guy totally set me up. He did the old "go to the bathroom and leave me with the cheque" act, so lame." Prentiss whined her last two words and the two men frowned.
"Harsh." Reid frowned.
"Totally, that sucks." Morgan patted Prentiss' arm.
"It's alright he was a total jerk to begin with, if he hadn't escaped I would've." She shrugged.
Rossi arrived next and went straight to Hotch's office before greeting the rest of the team briefly.
Agent Jennifer Jareau exited her office with her files and came over to the kitchen with a stern face.
"Conference room, five minutes."
"Is it bad?" Prentiss frowned at JJ's troubled expression.
"Very." She sighed in return before walking to the conference room.
The team exchanged worried glances before following her.
"Good morning my doves." Tech Analyst Penelope Garcia smiled happily as she joined her team in the conference room.
"Wait til you see this, then you won't be saying that." Rossi frowned sympathetically.
"Is it gory? I don't do corpses." Garcia whined.
"Just wait." JJ raised her brows.
"Go ahead JJ." Hotch nodded at JJ once they team were all seated.
"We have five victims that have been killed over the last 4 months, mostly women but also some men, all fairly young. Their bodies have all been found in Seattle Washington. They were reported missing only to show up in some secluded area a couple of days later. All died from severe blood loss."
She paused when she saw their confused faces.
"How are they are all connected?" Morgan frowned "Is there a specific MO that distinguishes them from normal murders."
"That's the thing." JJ said before she turned on the projector and Garcia gasped hiding her face. "All victims were tortured brutally before death." JJ sighed.
Reid observed the sickening photographs on the screen. Two men and three women all were lying dead in an enormous pool of their own blood. The men were lying face up and the women face down.
"All victims have identical wounds and bruises that were delivered in the same order on each one, however some have extra wounds."
"It looks to me like this unsub has a specific order in which he carries out his methods of torture and some lasted longer than others." Rossi said looking at the pictures.
"What did the coroner find?" Hotch asked JJ.
"First there was evidence of electrocution to the wrists and chest, and then there is a wound from a branding iron just above the kneecap."
"On the woman it's just a freeze mark but with the men…its like there's a burning pole and it goes straight through the skin." Morgan tried to make sense.
"So he looks down on the women, he dumps the women faced down and freeze marks them but he just simply tortures the men." Hotch said, making sense of the signatures.
"So he electrocutes them, uses a branding iron on the thigh, what next?" Prentiss asked JJ.
"They are then shot in the hand, women right, men left. Then there is deep bruising on the ribs, the coroner said that it was most likely caused by…" the team looked at their file sheets.
"Pistol whipping." Reid raised his brows.
"How many ribs cracked?" Rossi asked.
"On the women just three on the left side, but on the men about ten on both sides broken." The team was silent. "That's where one of the men died."
"There's more?" Reid frowned.
"Oh yeah. This is where two of the women died. The women were given "Glasgow smiles" and they were stabbed six times in the chest. The immediate stab wounds didn't kill them but they bled to death in a matter of minutes."
"Damn." Cursed Morgan.
"What about the men?" Hotch frowned.
"They were stabbed eight times in the abdomen."
"When did the last two victims die?" Prentiss asked.
"The last torture is…tooth extraction."
"Well, this is typical sadistic behaviour." Morgan summarised. "Torture feeds sadistic natures but, I've never seen a torture fanatic."
"Me neither, this is so…" JJ's voice trailed off as she looked at the images.
"Sick." Garcia scrunched up her nose and chewed on her red hair.
"It doesn't stop there." JJ frowned. "The unsubs like to stream a live video of the torture over the internet. Local PD has tried to close down the websites as soon as they are posted but obviously some people have seen it."
"Wheels up in ten minutes, we're going to Seattle. Garcia, you're coming with us." Hotch announced before getting up from the table.
"I am?" Garcia's eyes widened.
"Yes, the videos are stored on the local PD's database and they refuse to send it anywhere in case it gets leaked. There's a media blackout in case it sparks copycats."
"Torture is a popular interest in young people, they're fascinated by it." Reid sighed. And with that the team all left the conference room.
Reid sat down on one of the leather chairs on the jet.
"This is such a…disturbing case." Prentiss sighed.
"We have to stay focused." Hotch said to his team. "Prentiss and Rossi go to the coroner's office and take a look at the latest victim, see what you can find. Morgan, Reid go to the dump site, talk to the witnesses. JJ you're with me, we'll set up at the local PD's office." Hotch ordered the team before reviewing the files again.
Morgan and Reid made their way to the dump site, a quiet secluded ally way.
"So I wanna dump a body in an ally." Morgan said to Reid.
"Classic dump site." Reid nodded.
"I would dump it at night, yeah?"
"Yeah, less witnesses. Just drug users and prostitutes."
"So I'd use a dark, normal car. Something that would fit in, but you couldn't see easily."
They walked to where the body was found.
"Damn it." Morgan sighed as he approached the thick, wide pool of blood.
"Do you know when this much blood is left out for too long it can…"
"Reid!" Morgan said sharply. "Why would you say something like that? What relevance does that have to anything we're doing here?"
"I'm sorry, I was just…"
"Just what? Wanting to show off your big ass brain? Not the time Reid! Now just shut up with your useless facts and concentrate on the job."
"Ok." Reid said quietly. He wasn't intimidated, he just didn't want to argue with his friend, he was clearly sickened by this case and Reid didn't really have to add to this.
"I'll go talk to the witness." Reid suggested and Morgan nodded while pinching the bridge of his nose.
Reid walked away from his friend and shook his short, scruffy hair. He spotted the witness sitting by the police cars and approached him.
"Frank Jorgen?" He remembered the man's name.
"Who are you?" Thee shy, blonde man frowned worriedly at Reid.
"My name is Dr Spencer Reid, I'm with the FBI's behavioural analysis unit."
"FBI?" He dropped is innocent look if only for a moment and he looked Reid up and down, before nodding in approval.
"Mr Jorgen?" Reid tried to regain his attention.
"I'm sorry, I'm not your witness." He nodded before walking away.
"Mr Jorgen?" The man ignored Agent Reid's calls and pulled out his phone.
"I've found one, get ready." He smirked into the phone as the FBI agent began to follow him.
Reid frowned as he followed this strange man. Why would he say he was a witness if he was going to deny it later?
To insert himself into the investigation?
Reid pulled out his gun and placed his back to the wall where Frank had just turned the corner.
He pulled his cell phone out and dialled Morgan's number.
"Reid? What's wrong?" Morgan's voice was hushed; they had to be careful when answering an unexpected call from their teammates.
"The witness, he's the unsub." Reid hissed into the phone.
"Where are you?"
"At the back of the apartment buildings, he just turned a corner."
"Reid, don't move, I'm coming now."
There was a woman's scream coming from round the corner and Reid sprang into action. He shoved his phone back into his pocket and turned the corner sharply, his gun pointed in front of him.
He walked slowly down the next ally way, searching with his gun. There was a sudden blow to his head and Reid fell hard to the ground. He slowly sat up and leaned on the wall, touching his head gently. He looked up to see what had happened.
A tall man wearing a suit kicked Reid's gun away from him and pointed his own pistol straight at Reid's head. Frank Jorgen was standing a little bit behind him with another, huge man both restraining a young blonde woman who had blood on her head and was crying in terror behind Frank's hand over her mouth.
"Well Frankie." The man pointing the gun said, smiling like a jackal. "FBI? You've really out done yourself this time. Don't worry Tommy, yours is…nice?" He grinned sympathetically at the larger man who Reid guessed was Tommy as he nodded towards the terrified woman.
"Thanks boss." Frank grinned excitedly at his boss' approval.
"Well…You're coming with us Agent." The boss smiled at Reid, and his boot connected with Reid's face in a sickening crack and he was out cold.
"Reid?" Morgan called, holding his gun out in front of him. He halted when he saw a small splatter of blood on the wall. He fell to his knees and took a closer look. He slammed his fist on the wall and dialled Hotch's number.
"Morgan, you're on speaker, what did you find?"
"He's gone Hotch." Morgan cried to his boss.
"What? Who's gone?" Hotch's tone grew concerned.
"Reid!" Morgan said, slightly angry. There was a gasp from, Morgan guessed Garcia. "They took him Hotch, they were here! What're they gonna do to him?"
"Morgan, get back as soon as possible and we'll go from there." Hotch said in his serious tone before Morgan hung up the phone and squeezed it hard in his hand while he squeezed his eyes tightly shut.
Reid opened his eyes slowly and tried to move his hands before realising that his hands were handcuffed to the arms of a chair he was sitting in. He looked beside him and that blonde girl was in the same position he was, except she had duct tape over her mouth.
He was in quite a large room with a table with various objects and a camera just in front of him. Behind him was a large, faded red curtain that had a few blood splatters, barely visible on the red material.
"Hey." Reid whispered to the girl. She looked at him, her entire body shaking. "Are you alright? I…I mean, are you hurt?" He realised that obviously she wasn't alright. She nodded quickly and seemed to be comforted by Reid's friendly face.
He felt a strong trickle of blood run down the side of his face and he looked forward as a fire door in the corner opened with a jolt.
"Good morning hostages." The boss smirked. Reid's blood went cold, he cursed his stupid fear and wished he was a little bit braver and a little bit more like his other teammates.
"We're going to…put on a little show." He continued with discreet jazz hands. "Set up the equipment." He said to Tommy and Frank.
Reid's eyes widened as the two men grabbed knuckle dusters and baseball bats. The boss set up the camera and gave the other two ski masks before putting one on himself. Great, now they could talk to his team and they wouldn't have any idea who they were.
"Ladies and Gentlemen." The boss greeted the camera as the red light flashed. This was it, here comes the pain.
"Guys!" Garcia called her team.
"Garcia, what is it?" Hotch asked, alarmed by her tone.
"There's a new video being streamed live, right now."
"Is it the unsubs?" Morgan asked anxiously.
"I don't know I haven't seen it yet."
They all rushed to Garcia's computer and she pulled up the website streaming the live video. Hotch frowned as he watched the screen. All you could see was a man's face covered in a black ski mask, talking to the camera.
"We have two new guests on today. Meet Claire." He said before stepping to the side and revealing a blonde girl, handcuffed to a chair with duct tape over her mouth.
A man standing next to her grabbed her hair and pulled her face up so that the camera had full view. She screamed behind the tape and cried as he held her hair.
"And agent Reid." He said agent as if he was impressed and stepped to the other side.
The entire team gasped and Garcia began to cry in horror. There was a huge man standing next to Reid and he pulled his hair up in the same way the other man did. Reid groaned slightly as his head was sharply pulled up.
"Oh my…" Garcia gasped. A strong trail of blood was pouring down Reid's face.
Hotch's blood ran cold and his eyebrows were pulled up in a distraught frown.
"I'm gonna kill that guy." Morgan growled slamming his fist on the table making Garcia jump.
"Now if you've seen our previous shows then you'll know what you're in for but if there are any first time viewers out there then…we're the Torture Teachers."
Hotch noticed Reid scoff at the man and was slightly relieved. If Reid had some confidence then so would he.
"Carl, would you like to start us off?" The large man standing by Reid nodded Reid frowned as the boss called Tommy, Carl. Then rolled his eyes as he figured out that they would be using fake names so that they couldn't be identified. "Now the first thing we're going to show you is a knuckle duster. Carl, take the stage."