Revelations Rewritten
Part 3.
A.N. This part is where this story most deviates from the episode. Warnings for graphic torture and rape. I still don't own the CM crew, I'm just playing with their world.
At Hankels House.
Garcia's POV...
I was in the computer room, working again after JJ had insisted on seeing the video of the last murder. I know she's taking this hard. She thinks it's her fault that Reid was taken. I may not be a profiler but I know the signs of someone having feelings for someone else. JJ has it bad for Reid, and if we don't get him back alive. I don't want to think about how it will affect JJ. I don't want to think about how losing Reid will cost us JJ too. I feel the tears threaten, it's too soon to be thinking like this but I can't help it. We lost Elle not to long ago and that wound is still fresh for me. Gideon comes in which pulls me away from my dark thoughts. He wants me to do something about the murder videos Hankel posts.
"I don't understand, why can't we shut it down?" Gideon asks as he paces behind me.
"Cause I can't pinpoint his I.P address."
"Just remove it once he sends it."
"It's the internet, sir, once somethings out there you can never take it back." I tell him, understanding his annoyance. I wish I could erase it.
"Can you please do something, anything, I do not want him thinking he has a pulpit." he says still pacing, his annoyance growing.
"I have a list of everyone from the file sharing, I can send out a mass warning that the video is a virus. I'm going to do that." I hurry to put the warning through, and hope that if Reid's still alive, my doing this won't cause Hankel to kill him. Gideon is still in the room watching me put warnings on all the murder videos when some of my screens go blank. I know now what this means. The screens come back and we see Reid, still bound to the chair. Naked now from the waist down, his sweater vest and tie are gone too.
"Oh my God!" I can't believe my eyes.
"See this whore." Hankels voice is off camera. Reid looks up.
"She needs to be punished." he continues, coming into the cameras view, pushing Rosanne Hayes to her knees in front of him. Her wrists are bound in snap cuffs and she's wearing a cami and shorts that are obviously pajamas.
Hankel forces her to inch forward on her knees, till she's between Reids' legs.
"See him." Hankel says, gripping her hair to force her to look up at Reid. We can't clearly see her face, but it's evident that she is terrified, and who could blame her.
"He needs to be taught a lesson, he thinks he's better then me." Hankels says, keeping Rosanne's hair balled in one fist so she can't look away from Reid. My blood runs cold when he says that Reid needs be punished.
"Your going to do what whores do best. Suck him off." Hankels voice takes on a predatory menace.
"No." Reid protests. Hankel just slaps him across the face. Reid's head snaps to the side with the force of the blow. I'm only slightly aware of Prentiss and Hotch joining Gideon and I.
"Son of a bitch." comes now from Morgan.
"Get to it whore." Hankel says, pushing her head forward before letting it go. Rosanne keeps her head down, but doesn't immediatly do as Hankel told her. He pulls out his gun and puts it to the back of her head.
"I said suck him off." Hankel says as the gun clicks loudly in the tense silence, and Rosanne flinches in fear, then does as she's told. I have to turn away now and close my eyes tight. I can still hear what's happening. Minutes pass before I hear her stop.
"You don't stop till he comes and like a good whore you'd better swallow every drop." Hankel speaks and I crack my eyes to watch him shove the gun harder into her head. She complies and I turn away again, counting the minutes till it's over.
"Oh my God!" I hear from the doorway, opening my eyes I see JJ standing there. She's come in just as the sounds coming from the computer speakers tell me that Reid's found his release. Her eyes are wide with surprise as she takes in the sight on the monitors. She turns on her heel and leaves the room. I go after her, glad for the reason to get out of there. Whatever else may happen can't be worse then that. I hear someone punching the wall as I leave. Morgan I'm sure.
"Jage." I say softly coming up to her. She's run all the way outside into the humid Georgia evening. She turns to face me, tears streaming out of her eyes.
"It's all my fault." she cries.
"Oh Jage." I tell her, moving to embrace my friend. She returns my hug and falls apart. I knew she was in pain, but I just hadn't been sure how much.
"Garcia, JJ." Hotch calls us back into the house after several minutes. I lead JJ back into the house and sit her at the kitchen table, Morgan brings her a cup of coffee.
"Now what we saw was horrible, but we have to remember that Reid is a victim here. We can't allow this to cause us to treat him any differently. We need to go over everything we know about Tobias and Charles Hankel, there has to be something we can use to find where Reid and Rosanne are. We will do all in our power to bring them home alive." Hotch speaks through the knot we can all hear in his voice.
Hotch's POV...
I will have nightmares about what I've just seen. I've been in this line of work for a long time. I am to the point were not much bothers me, but this isn't some stranger. It's Reid. He's my agent, and it's my duty to look out for him. I can't help the feeling that I've failed him. I can't imagine how hard this must be for JJ. I know she's been blaming herself. I also know that she's had feelings for Reid for awhile now. I just have to pray we can get him back alive. For his sake, for all our sakes really. I can't picture this team without Reid, and I really hope I won't find out.
Reid's POV...
Charles is gone, and he's left us alone here. Wherever here is, I wish I knew. I don't know when the exhaustion won out, but I realize it's darker and cooler now. The girl is on the cot, covered in her purple blanket. I can hear her crying.
"Are you ok?" I ask, even though I know the answer. The crying stops, and she rolls over to face me.
"No, not really." her voice is hoarse.
"I am so sorry." I don't know why I am apologizing, but it seems like the right thing to do.
"What's your name?" she asks, ignoring my apology.
"Dr. Spencer Reid, I'm an FBI agent with the Behavioral Analysis Unit."
"It's not your fault Spencer." she whispers, when I stop. Normally I get nervous and run on like an idiot, but I'm just exhausted. For once I got nothing.
"He killed my parents. He was going to kill me too, but said he had a better idea. So he knocked me out. Next thing I know, here I am. Why didn't he just kill me?" She asks no one in particular and I wish I had something reassuring to tell her.
"What's your name?" I know it's a lame question, but I am just kind of glad to have someone else to talk to.
"Rosanne."
"I'm sorry about your parents." I say as I remember that I watched him kill them. If I'd known I'd of picked their monitor. But I didn't and now this girl is an orphan. I look at my lap, feeling the weight of the guilt and shame. I ruined this girls life.
"It's all my fault." I said as the tears I'd been fighting won. I've never been much of a crier, I learned early on that tears don't help. They don't stop or change bad things.
"I doubt that Spencer." she said.
"He made me choose. I had to pick who to live otherwise he'd kill them all. I should've picked that monitor and I didn't. It's all my fault." I say as I give into the tears and just sob. Cry out all the hurt, all the guilt and shame. I wasn't aware that Rosanne had moved till I felt a hand on my shoulder.
I looked up through the haze of tears to see Rosanne, standing beside me. She was trying to comfort me, despite everything she was comforting me. I take several deep breathes to calm myself. Rosanne knelt beside my chair, her hand moved from my shoulder to just above the cuff on my wrist. My hands were still bound on either side of the chair, as opposed to between my legs. Evidently while I'd slept she'd put a blanket over my lap, covering my lower half. I was grateful for that.
"You couldn't have known who'd he pick. You did what you had too. I don't blame you, he killed my parents. It's not your fault." she says, I can hear the sincerity in her voice.
"Aw isn't this sweet." Charles sneered from the doorway, we hadn't heard him come back.
A.N. This is turning out longer then I thought, but none the less I'm pleased with it. R&R to lemme know how you like it.