Merry Christmas, Spencer Reid
Chapter 3
Reid woke up in a house, slightly surprised to have woken up at all. Stereotypes and past experiences had taught him that he should be held in some type of basement, attic, or cabin somewhere, but he was in a house. Ted had also neglected to restrict his movements, but Reid felt so sore he was barely able to move at all. He winced as he tried to move his legs, which were not cooperating at this point. He saw his left patella, which looked jutted out and to be completely shattered. He winced in pain, willing himself not to pass out again. Suddenly, Reid heard a lock turn and the door open. Ted entered the room, with an unsettling smile on his face.
"I don't know what it is that you did, but thank you. They left me alone last night, for the first time in a very long time. The voices stopped," Ted said merrily.
Reid had no idea why that was, but he figured that if he said anything at this point, it may backfire. Dealing with Ted was not so bad, however, if "Leo" interfered, it may end up worse for Reid. So Reid tried to ask his questions as delicately as possible.
"Where is Doctor Deaton?" asked Reid timidly.
"She died about three weeks ago. They said it was cancer, but I tell ya, it was those higher powers at work. They killed her!" Ted responded.
There's the stressor, Reid thought to himself. With the doctor gone, he might have been released, possibly without proper supervision, as long as his symptoms appeared in control. Reid wondered if anyone was actually looking after Ted, and after a moment, he decided to ask.
"Excuse me, Ted, after Doctor Deaton died, who has been looking after you? Who has been taking care of you?"
"No one. Some doctor said I could leave as long as I was taking my medication. I go and fill my pills every month like they want me to, so I guess I just slipped through their cracks."
Reid stood silent, amazed that no one was watching Ted. Reid wondered how someone could simply "slip through the cracks" and not be at least monitored. Reid decided to take another chance and ask Ted another question.
"Do you hear any voices right now?" Reid asked timidly.
"No, I don't," Ted replied. "I haven't heard once from Leo today."
"That's good. Is there anything else that you have been experiencing that is different today?"
"I'm not so tired. At first it kinda drained me, now I actually feel, well free. So what do you do at the FBI, Dr. Spencer Reid? You're not helping them watch over people now, are you? Last time we met you were just a technician. Was that a lie too?"
"Well, um, I have been working for the FBI for two years, five months, and eight days now, if today is the day I think it is. I work in the BAU currently," Reid replied, hoping that Ted wouldn't catch him in a lie.
"BAU? Is that where you help find killers, and rapists, end people like that?"
"Yes. I love my job. My father was responsible for getting me on the team," Reid said in a more relaxed voice.
"Wasn't the one girl on the train on of those FBI agents?" Ted asked pointedly.
'Yes, there was one on there. Her name is Elle Greenaway. She used to work in the BAU, until..." Reid trailed off.
"Until what? Did she have a mental breakdown? Is she locked away somewhere, because she should be. Working for them can do that to a person."
"I know. "
"Then why did you join them?" Ted asked pointedly.
"Because my father asked me to join them. His name is Jason Gideon."
Gideon, Gideon, Jason Gideon, Ted's memory searched, trying to remember why that name seemed so familiar. Ted scratched his head, leading Reid to believe that he might have possible said too much this time. Then Ted's face lighted up and he smiled at Reid.
"Jason Gideon was the Head FBI agent on site when we were on the train, right?" Ted asked. Reid nodded. "THAT is why he put you on that train as a tech. He had a more devious master plan set for you. He has been corrupted by them. I won't let you get taken over too. I won't let them, you HEAR!"
Reid back away from Ted, not able to anticipate what the other man would do next. Ted looked at Reid's leg, and made a make-shift splint for it. Ted left then room suddenly, talking to himself in a tone that what undecipherable to Reid. Ted's facial ticks were beginning again as he was exiting the room, and Reid wondered when the voices would start to return.
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What Garcia saw on the security cameras greatly disturbed her. She wanted to cry, wanted the beat the man who took Spencer, wanted to get back SPencer at all costs, even if it meant going through Hell and back to do it.
Once Gideon saw the security tapes, he immediately recognized Reid's abductor as Ted Bryer.
"I knew I should have never allowed Spencer on that train," Gideon said, mostly to himself.
"There's no way you ever could have known, Jason," Hotch said from behind. "Besides, if my memory serves me correctly, Reid volunteered to go on that train."
Gideon sighed. He was so wrapped up in all this he never noticed Hotch entering the room. And he knew that Hotch was right. Next both Rossi and Prentiss both entered Garcia's office.
"What are you two doing here?" Gideon asked the others with concern.
"You know me, Jason. I have no family, and would most likely spend it either alone or with one of my exes'. Trust me, I would rather work a case on Christmas rather than spend it like that." Rossi responded.
Prentiss stood silent for a moment, then decided to speak herself.
"My mother keeps on insisting that I spend the holidays with them, and to be quite honest, I would rather be with you guys than with them. At least there is no politics, no backstabbing involved here."
A/N - thanks so much for reading this. I finally got m,y muse back, and should be continuing with my stories now. R & R pretty please? For Reid's sake, if nothing else?
