Chapter 4

Reunited

"Woe to the hand that shed this costly blood." - William Shakespeare

Reid was going over the information they had so far. The building where they found the bodies was disused, and nothing further could be gained there He had asked Garcia to find as much information as she could about the cop he had been watching.

His name was Steven Harris. He had joined the police from school. He wasn't well liked by his colleagues; he was always aggressive towards his co-workers, and especially to suspects. His recent history was especially interesting.

"His parents were suspected of abuse." Garcia said. "Charges were going to be brought, when they were both killed in a car accident. The police suspected that the car had been sabotaged, but it could never be proved."

"He wears a wedding ring. Have you got anything on his family?"

"It seems his wife sued for divorce three months ago." Garcia continued. "Does that help?"

"It does." Reid said slowly. "Do you have any photographs of his family?"

"Nothing on his wife, but there are some of his parents. I'll send them to your PDA."

"Thank you." Reid took his PDA out of his bag, waiting for the download.

"Babes? Is there any news on Hotch?"

"Nothing yet, Garcia." Reid said, as the picture came up on the screen. He stared at the picture. "But I think there might be now."

He closed the connection, and plugged his PDA into the printer, printing out the pictures of Harris's parents. Then he put the pictures on the board with the pictures of the victims, and Hotchner.

Oh god. That's how he chooses his victims...

All the people in the pictures could have been related...tall, athletic, dark good looks. He was punishing his parents!

He went over the victims' injuries in his mind as he called Rossi. If this is what his parents did to him, it was no wonder that he turned.

It was a reason, though, not an excuse. He knew that Aaron had been brutalised as a child, but he chose another route.

He called Rossi.

"Rossi, yes, I'm pretty sure that I know who the UnSub is..."

The rest of the team were visiting the families of the victims. Rossi said he would round up the others and get straight back to the school.

Reid stared at the side by side photographs on the board. He reached up and touched one of them.

We'll find you, Aaron. Just hold on...don't give up...

-0-0-0-

Harris watched Reid as he looked at the pictures. So he'd figured it out had he?

He had to get him out of there before the rest of the team got back.

The school was deserted of cops, they were all out either on this case, or directing the big clean up.

Perfect.

He walked into the room where the profilers had been working. He picked up a paperweight off one of the desks as he quietly walked up behind Spencer.

"Agent Reid!"

Spencer was deep in thought. He jumped, and turned to face the cop.

"Oh...hello."

He was supposed to be out on the streets, not hanging around here.

Harris swung the paperweight and hit Reid on the forehead.

Reid staggered backwards into the board, raising his hands protectively.

"I know you're on to me. So now I have to get rid of you."

Reid couldn't speak. His eyes were clouding, and he fell back, knocking the board down and falling on top of it. With dimming vision, he looked up at his attacker.

"I won't kill you here, though. I expect you would first like to see what I've done to your lover." He reached down and grabbed Reid by the scruff of the neck, pulling him up so that they were face to face. He swung Reid around, and pushed him down onto the table. Reid reached around for something he could use as a weapon, knocking papers and files onto the floor. But the table was clear.

"He's n-not my lover." Reid whispered.

"I'm not stupid. I've seen the way you look at him. I saw you touch his picture. Do you think you are the only one around here that can run a profile?"

Reid's last thought as Harris brought down the paperweight onto his head again was of Aaron.

Harris picked Reid up easily and flung him over his shoulder. He carried the unconscious agent out through the back way where his car was waiting.

-0-0-0-

Reid woke up in the same fume filled car boot as Aaron had done. He could smell the metallic odour of Aaron's blood and vomit over the acrid exhaust fumes, and the floor where he was lying was sticky. There was a lot of blood, and he felt sick with fear for his friend.

He tried to remember whether he had told Rossi who the UnSub was. His head hurt when ever he moved, and his brain was on shut down, and thinking beyond his present predicament wasn't an option.

He needed to concentrate on staying alive if he was going to be any help to Aaron. He moved to the edge of the boot space, where there was a tiny gap where the boot closed, and breathed the fresh air that was leaking in.

-0-0-0-

Rossi, Morgan and Emily ran into the room and stopped short when they saw the devastation.

"We're too late." Morgan said under his breath.

"Oh no! Not again!" Emily breathed, remembering the last time Reid had been taken.

"Get this place profiled!" Rossi said. "Reid told me he knew who the UnSub is. Retrace his thoughts and work it out."

Retrace Reid's thoughts?

Morgan picked up his Mobile off the floor, and opened it.

"The last person he spoke to was Garcia." Morgan speed dialled her office.

"Steven Harris." Garcia told him. "He asked for pictures of his parents."

She quickly told Morgan of Harris's history, and as Emily picked up the board, Morgan stared at the two new pictures that Reid had placed there. "I'll call you back." he said, not taking his eyes off the board.

"We have out UnSub." he said. "And a motive."

"All we need is a location." Rossi leaned on the table and looked down.

"He had to abandon his last place in a hurry after the storm." Emily said, "So where would he go?"

Rossi thought of the devastated town, and all the thousands of hiding places he could use now that so many of the buildings were abandoned.

Morgan called Garcia back. They needed everything there was on Harris.

-0-0-0-

The car stopped and Reid fell back onto the floor, and waited. When the boot opened, he put his hands in front of his eyes as a bright light was shone in them. A hand reached in and pulled him out by the front of his shirt. Harris was strong. Reid had no chance. With an arm around his neck, and his own gun in the back, he was marched through a metal safety door and shoved inside. He quickly turned round to face Harris. He raised his hands in front of him.

"You are making things worse for yourself, Steven. A jury would show mercy, considering what you've been through, but only if you let us go."

Harris cocked the gun and raised it.

"Shut up and turn round."

Reid did as he was told. This man had nothing to lose. Reid knew that he was only still alive because Harris wanted to show him what he had done to Aaron. If he hadn't thought they were lovers, he doubted that he would have lived this long.

"Open the door in front of you." Harris said.

Reid saw another metal door at the end of the corridor he was standing in. He walked towards it, trying to think of something he could do.

"If you let us go, you could plead insanity. If you kill us, it'll be..."

The gun poked Reid in the back.

"I said, open the door."

Reid opened the door. Beyond the door was darkness. He took a careful step forwards.

There was a flight of stairs in front of him. Harris pushed him, and Reid slipped onto his back, and fell down the steps into the water on the floor of the cellar.

He lay at the bottom of the flight, breathing heavily. His back had scraped down the concrete steps, and the back of his head had hit several on the way down

It was pitch dark in the cellar, and the water was several inches deep. If he stayed there, he would probably drown.

Was Aaron down here?

Painfully and slowly, he turned onto his front, holding his head with one hand, leaning on the stairs with the other in an attempt to get on his feet. A dim light came on, just in time for him to see the foot that kicked him in the chin.

He fell back into the water and didn't move.