Tobias Hankel moved slowly over to Spencer Reid. He himself did not want to harm him, but Raphael and his father did. His guilt was immanent. His father had decided that it was time for him to learn more about their captive, so they went to dig up some dirt on who he was.
Hankel was excellent at working with technology. He dug deep into the past of the FBI agent whom his father was so interested in. He, Raphael, and Tobias himself watched his history carefully. When they were done, they went back to their prisoner, and Tobias began burning fish hearts and livers.
Spencer awoke feeling groggy, with a painful throbbing in his head. He looked up to see a lightbulb above him, and automatically tried raise a hand to cover his eyes. He attempted to- only to realize he was tied up. Suddenly, the smell got to him, and he flinched in revulsion.
"What's that smell?"
"Fish hearts and livers. Keeps away the devil. They say you can see into man's minds."
"I study human behavior."
The disbelief was palpable. "Don't you lie to me."
"I don't lie."
"Lying is a sin!"
"I don't lie."
The tit for tat began, as did the torture.
The team, meanwhile, were frantically searching Hankel's house for clues to where Spencer Reid might be. Garcia hacked into the computer system while JJ, Morgan, Prentiss, and Gideoon searched the house.
There was time between the torture and the return of his abuser. He felt fear knot his stomach up in a ball. He tried to make his face blank, and recited books in his head to keep the pain at bay. He began with Tsan-Zu's The Art Of War, and made his way through the longest books he knew. He successfully distracted himself.
A friendlier face met him, holding a bloody pig. He wasn't Raphael or Charles.
"You need to eat."
"Who are you?"
"I'm Tobias." Spencer was relieved. The feeling was short lived.
He turned the webcam on under Raphael's orders. It began to stream to his home computer, where the team was watching. He put a belt on Spencer's arm.
"This will help with the pain."
"I don't want it."
"It will help."
"I don't want it." He stressed.
"I promise, you'll feel better." Spencer felt the needle poke his arm and the drugs rush into his veins. He had no idea what they were.
Unbeknownst to Tobias, Raphael had replaced the Dilaudid with a serum of his own creation that nullified the effects of any medication.
Suddenly, Spencer heard whispers. His eyes bulged out of his head, and he took in a sharp breath.
Tobias was suddenly replaced with Raphael, who was watching with sick joy.
"No... Whispered Spencer, as he realized what he was hearing. "No! This isn't possible!"
"What's the matter, Spencer? Afraid?" Charles taunted.
Spencer said nothing, and bowed his head, as Charles was replaced by Raphael.
"and my wrath will burn, and I will kill you with the sword... Are you scared of the mighty wrath of The Lord? Is the Lord truly the center of your life, or have you abandoned your Father, just as he abandoned you? Or are you afraid that, much like your paranoid schizophrenic mother, you're going out of your mind?"
Spencer slowly lifted his head, with an expression of rage that none of the team had ever seen before. They all unconsciously flinched.
"What did you just say?" It was a warning, authoritative voice that was incredibly angry and hostile.
"The wrath of The Lord will be upon you."
Spencer's eyes narrowed, and his breathing became harsh as his angry appearance morphed into a murderous, cold mask. But he kept quiet and methodically spoke. "I have a surprise for you."
"What?" Raphael spat.
"Come closer." Raphael leaned forward.
"You aren't the only one with multiple personalities." He grinned sadistically. "After years of medication and being suppressed I'm finally free again. My name is Brock, and it is my pleasure to eviscerate you."
"You have nothing on me." Raphael said, callously. Brock's eyes narrowed.
"I've had enough of you!" It was a shout. He got enough strength to get to his feet and spun around, knocking down Raphael in the process. He jumped into the air and fell back to try and break the chair. It worked, although his hands were still tightly bound, as were his feet. He hit Raphael with the chair arm over his head. He spat on the unconscious body.
"Serves you right, you pussy."
He sat down, and tried to catch his breath before he looked up at the webcam.
"I know you all are watching me, so I will tell you about who you might face when you arrive. My name is Brock and I'm a veteran soldier. Don't piss me off and we'll get along fine. Adam keeps all of the memories and takes care of the brood. He's in his late twenties and is sociable. You all know Spencer, so I won't bother with him. The last personality is named Danny. Listen to me very carefully. Danny is only three years old, and he carries a lot of bad memories. He lives in constant fear and is very sensitive. If he is there when you arrive you must call Diana Reid immediately. She is the only one who can calm him down. I'm sending you my coordinates now. And don't mention this to Spencer. He doesn't know about us yet. Good luck."
By the time the rest of the BAU arrived, Brock was still in control.
"Y'all wanna get these ropes off me?" His southern accent was thick and pronounced. Morgan got out his knife and freed Brock from his bondage.
"Thank you." He said, patting Morgan on the shoulder.
"Sure." He mumbled, wary of the personality that took over his friend.
Brock shook Hotch's hand. "Nice to finally meet you agent Hotchner. Adam's told me a lot about you."
Hotch, as usual, maintained his composure. "Nice to meet you. Is there any chance we can speak with Spencer?"
"I'm not the one who decides that. You'd have to talk to Adam."
"Can I talk with him?"
"Fine." Brock shut his eyes. His posture became more upright, and his chest puffed out. His eyes opened, and he smiled with soft features.
"What a pleasure it is to finally meet you all in person. And as myself, too. Occasionally Brock and I have had to portray Spencer. I'll warn you now that he's excellent at hiding this condition. He's done it for years. The only one who knows is his mother. I'm terribly sorry that we've had to meet under these circumstances. I'm Adam." He said, extending his hand to each member of the team.
"I'm SSA Hotchner, and these are agents Prentiss, Morgan, Jareau, and Gideon. And our technical analyst Penelope Garcia."
"It's nice to see you all." He said, smiling. He checked his watch. "We'd better get moving. I really hate to delay you all any further, seeing how you've suffered the past day or so, but Spencer's welfare is my main concern. He's been beaten and slapped around, and after he sees a medic, I want him to be flown to Las Vegas so that Danny can let his feelings out. When Danny is finished and you get back to the office, only then will Spencer be allowed to return. Have I made my instructions quite clear?"
The team looked at Gideon, flabbergasted. He smiled, and said: "Crystal."
