That was a great episode last night! The whole storyline with the UnSub drowning people and reviving them, Reid and Prentiss' revelations about their own experiences, Rossi and his wife... And their son! Infinite tears! :'(
I hope you enjoy this final chapter in Part 2; Part 3 should be out within a week or so, depending on when i have free time. My life is about to be swamped
I don't own Criminal Minds! Really, I don't! Wish I did, though...
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The team and Clyde were gathered in the conference room when Garcia and Kevin ran into the room; Kevin wasted no time in setting up Garcia's laptop at the projector while Garcia tried to turn on the screen, tears running down her cheeks.
Rossi swooped in to take it from her and pass it to JJ. "What is it, Kitten?" he asked.
Penelope shook her head, tears still spilling from her eyes. "It's—I—Oh my God!"
As soon as she spoke, JJ had found a signal from the projector, and the screen came to life with an image from a video sent via email.
"Play it," Hotch whispered; he knew that they already knew what it was.
JJ hit the "Play" button...
"...So be sure to scream really loud," whispered the taunting voice of Ian Doyle.
And a second later, there was a loud howl from the screen; at the same time, the camera focused on a figure sitting in the dark, his hands bound to the chair he sat in.
Reid's head was thrown back in agony, and he was jerking against his restraints; it took everything the team had to not want to drop the profile they were creating and dash to their friend's aid.
"No! Stop it! Please!" Reid screamed as he struggled in the chair. Doyle grabbed his shoulder to hold him steady as he continued his work, before forcing Reid's head back against the wooden back of the chair with his free hand when the younger man's head moved forward.
"NYAAAAA!" Reid bellowed as the branding continued; his head moved from side to side, tears falling from his eyes, and the camera caught every second. The violent video of their friend continued in this vein for a few minutes before Reid's voice gave out.
"No more, please! Just stop, please," he croaked breathlessly, struggling weakly and begging for the torment to end; they could barely hear him, he voice was so raspy and worn.
It was the last thing he said, for a second later, his eyes rolled back into his head as he fell unconscious, his body falling limply into the chair.
JJ and Garcia had left the room before the video was even a minute in. Rossi, Hotch and Morgan watched without a single emotion on their faces, but their eyes told the real story; while Hotch's were filled with grief and pain for his subordinate, Morgan's were filled with anger and guilt. Rossi's however, were surprisingly filled with unshed tears. Meanwhile, Prentiss was standing before the computer screen, her hand gripping the chair before her in a white knuckled iron grip; it shook the way each breath she took shook, and silent tears fell down her face, her compartmentalization skills abandoned. Clyde Easter laid a hand on her shoulder, but he knew that he couldn't comfort her in this moment. Kevin still stood by Garcia's laptop, his eyes never leaving the screen; there was a look of horror on his rounded face.
By now, Doyle was finishing his message, putting a final touch on whatever it was he was creating in his captive's skin; Reid had already stopped screaming a while ago, his voice giving out shortly before he fell unconscious from the pain. His head now hung limply to the side, his hair falling into his face to obscure his closed eyes and partially opened mouth. Suddenly, Doyle stood up, his work done. He ruffled the unconscious man's hair before beckoning the camera closer. It obeyed, wavering slightly as it did so. She also noticed that as it came closer, the lens of the camera panned up and down Reid's unconscious form in a sick mockery of appreciation; it reminded Prentiss of the Frost/Gohering case a few years ago.
'Someone is holding it,' Prentiss realized, but didn't dwell on the thought, as Doyle's message was now fully displayed on the screen; the image made the usually composed Emily Prentiss shudder.
It was the imprint of a shamrock; except for the fact that it was shaded in, and looked just a bit bigger, it was an exact copy of the one on Emily's chest.
It was only when the screen went dark that she turned to the rest of the room. "I know where they are," she said.
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A/N: End part 2. Sorry it's so short...
I'm still writing Part 3. Right now, it's a whole jumble of wibbley-wobbley timey-wimey stuff, but I have an idea as to where it will go.
Thanks to my reviewers lolyncut, Ella, greengirl82, pottyandweezlbe89, CMSP, Kiraclara, Reidemption, Emmy73CriminalMinds, Jen, and RiverSong11! You guys rock! :D
And a special hug to RiverSong11 for knowing what I'm talking about with Mister Steven Moffat!
Ella: I hope you enjoyed this chapter! :D
pottyandweezlby89: I agree; it's getting darker. I really hope you stick around for the rest! ;)
Jen: Thank you! Hope you enjoy the rest of it! :D
Thanks again; hope to see you for the conclusion!
Please review! Allons-y!
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