Hey guys, here is the next chapter. Have fun and please review :)
Disclaimer: I don't own Criminal Minds, but the crazy bad guy, he he he :)
Warning: I don't know... blood, violence, some torture, there is a reason why it's rated M
Saturday; 12:05 am; Shack
" ... !"
Just Darkness… he didn''t like the darkness…
"...-er !"
Where was he? Why was he in pain...? He needs to open his eyes!
"Spenceeeer! Hello, sleeptime is over!"
Why was he being poked. Who was it. Stop it ! Make someone stop it... he was so tired.
„Mhmmmm... I have the right idea to get you out of bed."
Footsteps. Going away. Yes, no poking anymore. Wait... was there water running? It stopped. Footsteps again, they came back.
SPLASH !
Reid eyes shot open as his body jerked from the ice cold water that hit his face and was now running down his whole body. Struggling he gasped for air, unable to compose himself and fought to keep his panic down. It took a minute for Reid to get his breathing under control and take in his surroundings. It was a little shack made of dark wood, already moldy from the rain. In the left corner was a bed with old and dirty sheets over it. Next to it was something like a little fireplace, cooking supplies and cans next to it. In front of him was an old desk with two computers and a video camera. The camera was blinking and directly looking to him, which made Reid swallow nervously. After he checked his surrounding he looked at himself. His hands were bound above his head and hung on a hook that was attached to a chain from the ceiling. The thick rope cut in his soft skin, leaving red marks. His bare feet could touch the cold ground. Where were his shoes? Still hanging with his full body weight on the hook he carefully set his feet on the ground. As a hot stabbing pain shot through his thighs he remembered his shot wound and looked down his leg. The, now crimson red, trouser covered the wound and prevented Reid from making an exact investigation. He knew it was bad and the pain was even worse. His whole damn body hurts, his shoulders from the weight they had to carry the last hour and the black bruises that covered his body from the fight with the stranger. As he remembered the whole encounter last night he looked up at the man standing in front of him, waiting patiently for Reid to wake up properly.
"Do you need another shower, Spencer ? Or are you awake ?",the man asked friendly, as if he offered something nice.
"No. How you can see I´m awake.", growled Reid, glaring at the man in front of him.
"Ah, not so nasty Doctor. We're friends.", the man chuckled.
"I can't remember that we became friends. If I'm right then yesterday was our first ...encounter.", Reid answered.
"Nice to describe it as an encounter. But it's not true, not at all. I know a lot about you and I assume that is important for an friendship, isn't it? But let's stop with the unimportant stuff. I think you don't remember who I am ?"
Reid simply shook his head.
"Well, you can call me... mhm what's a good name ... Jeff ! That is a nice name.", Jeff said smiling.
"So, I guess that isn't your right name?", Reid asked suspiciously.
"Of course not! Your team would find me to fast with my real name.", Jeff explained and looked at Reid like he was a child, shaking his head.
"What do you want from me… or my team?", the young doctor asked, somehow afraid of the answer.
"Ah, my little genius. I want many things from you, you know.", Jeff said, his eyes getting dark: "But why I kidnapped you? I think I was bored and wanted some fun. Playing some games."
"It's a crime to kidna-", Reid started, but Jeff slapped his cheek, leaving Reid stunned from the sudden outburst.
"Sorry. I was getting bored from your ramblings.", Jeff said apologetic, looking Reid straight in the eye.
Before Reid could answer, Jeff started to talk again: "Before you continue rambling we have to discuss a little problem. Your leg will stop our time together too fast if we don't do anything."
"Bring me to a hosp-", a slap stopped Reid again.
"I'll give you an helpful advise for our time together. That was boring again, I understand now why your teammates hate your ramblings. It just makes me want to punch you. I don't know why, you know. If it isn't necessary or interesting what you have to say, just shut up, okay? Otherwise your leg won't be our only problem", Jeff threatened, glowing eyes looking into Reid's.
Reid noted the sudden mood change, obviously caused by his talking. But looking back at the way the man acted, how he had kidnapped him… the man wanted to show power. He had risked a lot by the way he went into Reid's apartment and the turmoil he caused by fighting against him. Now he even forbid him to talk, only answers were allowed. Reid made a note to himself to watch the man's behavior more closely to construct a profile.
"Well, where did we stopped... ah! Your leg. I need to cut out the bullet, it didn't went through. See?", Jeff explained and stood up to show Reid his wounds. When he stood directly in front of Reid, Jeff started to slowly open his pants. Immediately Reid struggled against the uncomfortable touch, but Jeff just watched him laughing and pulled the pants down, leaving him just in his boxers.
"Mhm, purple. That fits you well.", Jeff commented and Reid blushed under his blunt stare.
Still embarrassed he looked at his leg. The bullet had hit him from behind, leaving a bloody wound. The front was just bruised from the bullet inside. He grimaced by the thought of Jeff cutting it out.
"Will you give me narcotics?", Reid asked suddenly, panic in his voice.
Jeff smiled: "And there it gets interesting, at least for me. You see I have narcotics, the right amount to make you feel nothing, but we will play about it.",he explained, showing the syringe with the clear liquid, making Reid shift nervous as he remembered his addiction.
"Don't be afraid, it's not Dilaudid Spence, just the normal stuff they use in the hospital, my friend told me so."
Reid looked at him with wide eyes and asked: „How do you kno-" The slap was almost expected, but it still stung.
"They say you're a genius, but you aren't really clever. What did I said? Not to say something stupid and if you didn't recognize it yet, I know more than you think, Doctor Reid.", Jeff growled. Reid just glared back at him, but decided not to talk back.
"To explain my game takes some time, so listen carefully. Now that we have the syringe I explain how you'll get it. I'll call now each of your team members, and now please don't ask how I got their numbers, yesterday wasn't the first time I was in your apartment. If one of them picks up, you win, if nobody picks up you lose. Understand?", Jeff explained.
Reid nodded, but risked a slap by asking something: "I know you are annoyed by my questions, but why calling my team members, they'll pick up."
Jeff stared at him for a second before he answered: "I let that question go through, for now. It's simple. I want to show you that you don't mean anything for the team, they won't answer my calls." Reid had to bite back a answer, he trusted his team.
"Shall we start?", Jeff asked and hold up a mobile phone. Again Reid had to stop himself from asking, he could just call out for help when his team members picked smiled.
"I'll slice your throat if you call for help, boy.", Jeff said without looking up: "The first one is the famous David Rossi!" With that the only thing that broke the silence was the ringing from the phone.
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Nothing.
Reid wasn't disappointed, it was likely that Rossi didn't pick up his phone, it was their weekend.
"Alex Blake. The newest member I think.", Jeff said smirking
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"Hello?", the answer came from the other end, but Jeff didn't stop smirking.
"Do I speak with Alex Blake?", he asked and stared directly in Reid's eyes, making him uncomfortable.
"Oh no, sorry. I found this phone this morning near on the parking lot from the chinese restaurant. Do you know the owner? I would bring the mobile phone to the address if you want.", it was obviously a young woman.
"That would be great! Her address is 56 Nirhana Boulevard, Quantico...", Reid listened shocked when Jeff explained the way to Blakes house like he had drove it a hundred times. With a click the line went dead.
She had told them that her husband had also work off. They surely went to the chinese restaurant to eat something, where Blake had lost her phone. No panic, there are still four calls.
"Just that you know. That doesn't count. Then JJ is the next. Good luck!", Jeff said and again he held the phone to his ear.
It didn't ring, not even the voicemail started. It must be broken Reid thought. Maybe it was even Henry, he smiled at this imagination.
"Well, Henry seems to be a little destroyer. How old is he? Four, or ?", Jeff said, already knowing the answer, he made a good research. It made Reid angry that he had stalked not just him, but his whole family too.
"Derek Morgan. Maybe he cares for his pretty boy." Reid cringed at Jeff using this nickname.
Again no ringing, but this time the voicemail started: "Hello" ,laughing. Reid immediately recognized Sarah's voice: "Sadly our little brother can't pick up his phone" ,again laughing. This time Desiree was speaking: "He is safely with us and enjoys his weekend!" With that the line went dead with the two sisters laughing.
Reid remembered when he had met the Morgan's, a very nice family. Even when Morgan didn't picked up his mobile phone, because his sisters had taken it away it made Reid nervous. Four from six calls didn't went through. But now Garcia and Hotch came, they would always pick up.
"Aaron Hotchner, the Reaper Killer." Reid didn't even had time to be surprised, because the voicemail started directly: "Here speaks Agent Hotchner. At the moment I can't pick up my phone, please left a message or reach me over the landline."
It was the first time that Reid had heard Hotch strict voice on the voicemail, it had never happened that Hotch didn't pick up the phone.
"See. Nobody cares.", Jeff said, a wide grin in his face. Reid shoot an angry glare at his captor. Jeff planned this, Garcia wasn't going to pick up her mobile phone, either. Jeff wanted to torture him psychically, so he arranged it that nobody would pick up the phone.
"Penelope Garcia. Your last hope."; Jeff said, looking viciously at Reid.
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He knew she wouldn't pick up, but to wait didn't make it better.
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"It's enough, stop it, it isn't funny anym-", before Reid could talk anymore he was interrupted.
"Penelope Garcia", the bubbly voice of the technician suddenly said. To hear her voice was like a heaven to Reid.
"Excuse me, wrong number.", Jeff said, an emotionless look in his face and hung up the phone.
Reid couldn't believe that Jeff had really risked so much, just playing on good luck. Smiling he watched when Jeff put the phone on his desk, looking at the syringe. Suddenly he stood up and walked behind Reid.
"What are you doing?", Reid asked, unsure about what would happened.
"I make sure you won't move while I treat your wound."
"That isn't necessary. I won't fight. Please.",Reid begged, not wanting to be completely defenseless.
But instead of an answer, the chain with the hook was pulled up. Reid groaned when his body was hanging in the air, unable to reach the ground. Suddenly Jeff bound rope around Reid ankles and bound them at a metal ring in the floor, leaving Reid completely unable to move. Jeff stepped in front again, a plate with surgical tools and picked up the syringe, while turning to Reid.
"My mum always said I was a bad loser. I think that's not right, I just don't like not to win, so...", Jeff said, innocently stopping mid sentence and slowly approached the nervous man. Suddenly he let the syringe fall down and stepped on it. With an sickening crack the syringe broke and the narcotic run out.
"Ups." Jeff looked apologetic at Reid: "I didn't mean to… really I am so sorry. I don't think… I mean I don't have a second on-"
"No! That is against your own rules. You made them yourself. You can't do that.", Reid yelled panic-stricken, struggling wild against his bounds. It was useless, he couldn't move an inch, it just made his wound worse.
Jeff had already stepped behind him with a grin, now carefully caressing Reid's wound.
"Stop it! Jeff you can't do this. If I lose too much blood it's likely I go into a Hypovolemic shock, which can lead to death and if I understood you right you are bored and want to play games, so if I die…", Reid rambled, but Jeff continued merciless with the procedure.
First he sprayed disinfectant on the wound and wiped the dried blood away. Reid stopped talking and groaned at the burning sensation, trying to get away from Jeff's hands. He heard how gloves got put on and the high sound the supplies made as someone shuffled through them.
"Calm down. I'll be carefully, I know what to do. Try not to move... but feel free to scream.", Jeff said with sick satisfaction in his voice.
The next Reid felt was the cold blade on his leg, before without a warning Jeff put pressure on the blade, smoothly cutting into Reid's flesh.
"Stop! Please. Stop it! Plea- Aaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh.", Reid cried out, it was impossible to describe the pain from undergoing surgery awake. Unable to move, Reids only hands and feet shook uncontrollably as his body tried everything to get away from the pain. With a disgusting plopping sound the scalpel was pulled out of Reid, who could just wince: "Stop… "
Another scream tore through the shack when Jeff started to get the bullet with pliers. Reid head was spinning as he threw up, his body screaming for release. "Tsk tsk", was the only reply from Jeff to Reid's vomit, but he continued, gripping the bullet with the pliers. A silent scream was the only answer to the pliers pulling at the bullet. One last weak cry from Reid and a sick „plop" and the bullet was out.
Too exhausted to do anything Reid could only hang limply and try not to throw up again, his old vomit sticking to his shirt.
"Now I just have to sew up the wound and you are done. That wasn't that bad, was it?", Jeff asked, patting Reid on the back when he stood up to get the needle from the table.
Reid just glared at him, black dots dancing in front of him and sweat running down his face.
"And look at the mess you made! You know I thought only babies would throw up all over themselves, but apparently I was wrong.", Jeff mocked and wrinkled his nose at the smell.
Smiling, Reid spat Jeff right in the face, watching with satisfaction has he jerked his face away.
"You know you little bastard, you will regret this. Maybe not now, maybe not tomorrow, but believe me when I say to you that I will teach you a completely new definition of pain.", swiping away the spit, Jeff walked behind Reid, the needle and thread in his hand.
A new wave of pain pulled Reid more and more into unconsciousness as Jeff began to sew up the wound. Welcoming the numbness he let himself fall into the darkness, not listening to Jeff quiet mumbling while he worked at the bloody wound, grim determination clearly on his face.
That was the second chapter. What do you think ? Please review ;)
