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A/n this is a sequel to "Stranded." It's a bit AU as there's no mention of Seaver or Ian Doyle. I'm not dealing with Reid's headaches but JJ is still gone although she'll be part of this story. This is dedicated to Lolyncut who asked for some Reid whump. I hope you enjoy it.
Random Act of Violence
Emily rubbed one of the fluffy new towels she'd purchased over the weekend through her wet hair. The shower had felt wonderful after a day of trying not to miss Reid. She pulled on her robe and tied it. She looked in the mirror at her face, happy with what she saw for the first time in days. She still had circles under her eyes from the lack of sleep, but the reason for that was going to be home that night. So she smiled at her reflection.
She put her hands on her sixth month baby bump trying to feel the baby, but he or she wasn't moving at the moment. At least the morning sickness had finally ended, after sticking around for much longer than Emily thought was normal or necessary.
Her phone beeped just as she was taking off her robe to get dressed. She picked it up and grinned happily at the name on the caller ID.
"Hey Spencer."
"I'm on my way home."
"How's your mom?" She took the phone over to sit on the peach velvet upholstered bench in front of their bed.
"She's doing much better. Her doctor released her back to Bennington this morning."
"I'm so glad baby."
"It was close Emily. She almost died."
She closed her eyes at the choking noise in his throat. "I'm so sorry. I wish I could've gone with you."
"You were with me, every step of the way."
"I've missed you so much." She breathed.
"I missed you too."
"When does your plane land?"
"Actually, I'm already on the ground. If the traffic isn't too bad, I should be home in a couple of hours."
"I have a surprise waiting for you." She teased, so glad the tears were gone from his voice.
"Oh really?"
She could almost hear his eyebrows climbing into his hair.
"Yep…"
"What kind of surprise?"
She chuckled. "If I told you, it wouldn't be a surprise."
"I don't like surprises."
She grinned at the pout in his voice. "Don't pout Spencer."
"Come on Emily."
"Nope… Now go get your bags and get home to me."
"I love you." He said softly.
"I love you too and so does the baby."
"I'll see you soon." He said and she could hear the smile in his voice.
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Thunder boomed in the sky as Reid left the 7 Eleven. He had a chocolate candy bar and a soda. He'd made it nearly all the way home before realizing that his ancient Volvo needed gas. He'd given into the temptation for a snack despite the fact that it was already after eight pm and he was going to be later than he planned getting home.
He started up his engine, so glad he'd made it through the traffic that plagued the freeway all the way from BWI. He was getting very impatient to see Emily and her baby bump. He thought it made her so sexy. He sighed and pulled out onto the street again listening to a classic music station on the radio that was playing Mozart.
Lightning split the sky in two, flashing so brightly it left after images on his eyes. He blinked and the rain came as though someone had flipped a switch. It hit the windshield hard, making a noise like coins slapping concrete. He turned on the wipers, letting them swipe the rain intermittently at first. It soon became apparent that the wipers couldn't cope at that speed. He turned them up all the way, so that they dashed back and forth, pushing the water away in rivulets along the edges of the window.
He squinted his eyes and slowed his speed. He turned on the headlights and frowned. He was only four miles from home, but the rain was falling so hard it seemed like a hundred. He slowed further, and a car flew out around him splashing dirty water up over the hood of his card and his windshield.
As the water slid off in wavering sheets, his engine sputtered. He cursed, as it died, the headlights and dashboard lights going dead. He had just enough time and coasting power to pull off the road. The wheels bumped over a pothole as the car came to a stop.
He cursed softly under his breath. He reached for his cell phone, and then stopped before pushing the button for Emily's number. It wasn't necessary to alarm her or drag her out in the rain. He'd simply call for Triple A. They'd fix the problem and he'd go home. He'd tell her about it when they were both in a warm dry place.
He looked out into the gloom gathering outside the car. The false twilight from the storm deepened, turning the sky a deep, cobalt blue with black clouds. No… He had an umbrella in the car. Morgan had showed him some tricks on some of the cars they used at Quantico to train agents. He'd read nearly every car repair book out there, just in case something like this happened. He could pop the hood and see if he could fix the problem. It would take too long to wait for Triple A. If he could fix it quickly, Emily wouldn't need to know or be worried for him. It was better for the baby, if Emily didn't have extra stress.
He pulled the hood release, listening to it click open. He opened the glove box and pulled out a flashlight he always kept there for emergencies. He grabbed the umbrella, and opened the car door. The pounding of the rain grew louder as he slipped out of his seat. Rain splattered on his head before he could open the umbrella. It was wet and warm and it smelled good. He loved the smell of ozone in the air. He couldn't stop to enjoy it though. He had to hurry.
He took one-step forward and right into a puddle of water that soaked up over his ankle. He cursed again. Idiot, turn on the flashlight before you go blundering through the rain.
He turned it on and avoided the next puddles until he came around the front of the car. Rain fell endlessly on his umbrella with a depressing smacking sound. He just wanted to get home, see his beautiful Emily, and feel the baby kick. He lifted the hood, ignoring the squeak of the hinges as it went up. He shined in the flashlight, but he couldn't see what was wrong. He thought everything looked like it should, but it was hard to tell. He moved to the driver's side and shined the light around the battery. He'd had trouble with corroded battery cables in the past, so maybe that was the problem.
Drops of rain crept down his back because he'd let the umbrella shift so that it wasn't protecting his head anymore. He straightened up to get back in the car. He couldn't tell what the problem was, and he didn't have the tools to figure out or fix the problem.
"Just call Triple A. Emily will freak out if you don't get home soon." He muttered.
Another car flew by him, splashing water up onto the back of his legs. "Great!" He shouted, "Just wonderful."
"You need some help."
His head whipped up to the left to see a very tall man in a dark coat and hood standing there. "I saw you and stopped. I can take a look if you want."
"Um yeah…" Reid kept his distance from the man and the flashlight to one side so he could see the man but not blind him. "Thank you… It just stopped on me. I'm not sure what's wrong."
"I'll take a look."
Reid stepped back and to the side, out of the line of fire from more water. The man leaned over the engine for a long time. "I think it might be the alternator." He finally said. "Unfortunately, I don't have any tools to fix it. Do you have a cell phone?"
"Yeah… I was going to call the auto club." Reid gestured over his shoulder.
"Here… You can use mine." The man pulled one hand out of his pocket.
In the low light, Reid saw the gun. He froze as the other man smiled. "Why don't you hand over your wallet?"
"I don't want any trouble."
"Neither do I. Give me the God Damn wallet now."
"I'm a federal agent. You don't want to do this."
The taller man stepped up and pistol-whipped Reid across the head. He dropped into the wet and the mud with a thud on his right side. He groaned as pain exploded across his face.
"Why won't you stay dead?" The man said to him.
"What?"
The man pulled back his leg and kicked Reid in the ribs so hard he screamed as he heard at least one of them break.
"I told you I'd kill you every time you come back. Why do you torment me?" The man shouted over the rain that plopped down on Reid's face.
He pulled Reid up from the mud and Reid though he felt something tear inside. Large fists pummeled his abdomen and kidneys. Pain bloomed in new places as other places went numb. "Teach you a lesson. How many times do I have to kill you?" The man shouted at him.
"Stop, Please…" Reid gasped out against the burning pain that was bewildering in it's intensity.
He threw a fist and Reid felt something in his face break. He couldn't scream anymore. All he could do was moan. He couldn't stand up, but it didn't matter. The tall man kicked his legs out from under him. He fell onto his left side crushing the broken ribs. He began sobbing in earnest as the feet kicked him. He tried to curl up, but he couldn't move anymore. He couldn't breathe.
"You're weak!"
"No…" He gasped.
"Confess your sins!"
The ozone in the air faded away to the revolting smell of fish hearts and his own filth. No! He couldn't be back there again.
"This time I'll send you away for good." The man shouted down at him.
"Do you see this?" Tobias held up the bullet then slapped it into the revolver. He saw the chamber rotate heard the clacking of the steel in slow motion. "That's for God's will."
Someone was lifting him up into the air. He jolted; pain ripped his insides into jelly. "No!" He thought he was screaming, but in reality he as moaning and crying.
"Teach you to defy me." The voice growled in his ear.
Then lights washed over them and a car stopped. Voices shouted and the man threw him down into the mud. He heard his body thud, but he didn't feel it. He waited to feel the agony again and as he waited, the rain pelted his face, washing his blood into the mud.
