Hello, devoted readers! Here's chapter 2 for you all, and it will be quickly followed by chapter 3! Enjoy, everyone! =D
Reid awoke to the sound of his phone buzzing. He crawled out of bed as quickly as he could, given the amount of sleep he had. He was supposed to have the day off, but things happen. He answered the phone.
"Hello?" he answered groggily.
"Hey, kid, you having a nice day off?" Reid sighed.
"Hey, Morgan, what's up?"
"What do you think, man? We got a case. By the looks of things so far, it's a bad one, happening right here in Quantico, Virginia." Reid walked into his kitchen and grabbed a box of cereal.
"Can you give me an overview of what we have so far? Then I'll be in as soon as I can."
"Yeah, sure thing, Reid. We have four bodies so far, all tall, thin, white males in their mid to late twenties. All four bodies were found within a 30 mile radius of each other. All the victims show similar signs of torture and rape. Missing persons' reports show that the victims were held for around 6 months before the unsub killed them. We're looking for one sadistic SOB. I'll send you the crime scene photos and see you when you get here." Click.
Reid just stood there for a moment, registering what had happened. The events of last night that had crawled to the back of his mind, suddenly resurfaced. Mixed with the conversation with Morgan, his fears felt doubled. The victims were tall, thin, white males in their mid to late twenties. Reid just happened to fit that description with perfect accuracy.
His phone buzzed again. This time with an e-mail with pictures attached. He opened it. What he saw disgusted him. He flipped through the pictures, but all of them were the same level of repulsiveness. All of the victim's showed heavy signs of torture. They were burned and beaten and cut open. All of the wounds showed different levels of healing; Torture over a long period of time.
The creepy man from last night had left quickly after his last words, "You'll find out soon enough, Spencer Reid..." were uttered. He couldn't help but wonder if this is what the man had meant. Reid's heart almost stopped when he realized that the man from last night could have easily been the unsub.
A sudden knock on his apartment door made him jump. He dropped the box of cereal that he was holding. Heart pounding, he walked slowly over to the door. His breathing quickened. He pulled himself together just enough to look through the peephole.
A sigh of relief escaped his lips when he recognized his neighbor. He unlocked the chain and swung the door open.
"Hey, Elizabeth, how are you?" he smiled. She was a University student, a few years younger than Reid. Petite, with short, dark brown hair. She giggled.
"Morning, Dr. Reid, I'm good thanks."
"Liz, I told you, you can call me Spencer."
"I know, I know," she smiled teasingly.
"So…what's up?" asked Reid.
"Oh! Right! I almost forgot." She held out a piece of mail, and Reid took it. "It was slipped under my door, but it's addressed to you." Sure enough, Reid flipped it over and read the neat block letters.
DR. SPENCER REID
Reid's whole body seemed to tense up from fear.
"Liz, did you see or hear anything from whoever dropped this off?" he asked nervously.
"No, but- AGH!" Elizabeth was interrupted by a hand suddenly grabbing her face, covering her mouth. A tall figure in a ski mask stood behind her, one hand keeping her silent, the other, holding a gun against her temple, keeping Reid silent. Not like Reid could say anything anyway, he couldn't even breathe.
"Come now, Dr. Reid. Won't you invite us inside?" the man spoke forcefully, while he held Elizabeth. Reid saw the sudden terrified look in her eyes as she continued her muffled crying. He willed himself to step backwards into his apartment. The man pushed her inside while keeping a firm hold on her. Reid held out his hands instinctively as a sign of surrender.
"P-please, just don't hurt her. I'll do anything you want, just let her go," he spoke quickly, trying to get the better of his fear. The man laughed.
"Spencer," he said calmly, "eventually, you, just like all the others, will do whatever I want anyway." With that, he pulled the trigger.
"NO!"
The sound of the gunshot deafened Reid, while the sight of Elizabeth's blood being sprayed all over his walls blinded him. Reid couldn't move, or breathe. His eyes filled suddenly with tears. The unsub stood over her dead, bloodied corpse and chuckled.
"Shame…well, it's time to get going, Spencer." Before Reid could protest, the man strode towards him, and hit him over the head with his gun, knocking him out cold.