Chapter Four : Animosity

You can chain me, you can torture me, you can even destroy this body, but you will never imprison my mind. -Mahatma Gandhi

When Reid's eyes finally flickered open, the young agent let out a groan of pain. Gingerly touching his head, he felt sticky blood cling to his skin. He was bleeding… but what happened? His question was short-lived as memories flooded back. The green-eyed man, making a choice to go with the man so Morgan would live, being knocked out after trying to escape.

The room he was in was dark, and the walls were a nicely painted pale brown… it could almost be described as nice… if the floor wasn't a dirty stone flooring flecked with blood.

He was in a chair, with one arm free of ropes but his other arm and legs tightly keeping in the chair. From the light red bruising on his bounded wrist, he could gather it hadn't been very long since he had been taken. Possibly only an hour or so.

Footsteps behind the door growing louder caused Reid to sit up straighter. Reid needed to know who was holding him… who had murdered those men out of animosity for him.

"Spencer Walter Reid…" Reid felt his skin prickle at his full name as the door opened. Only those close to him or those who had access to his files knew his middle name.

"Dr. Spencer Reid." The doctor corrected despite the obvious danger of the scenario.

"There's that arrogance, I don't know why they chose you," the man continued as he walked inside. "When they could've chosen me."

Reid felt his heart lurch in his chest at the identity of the man. His abductor wasn't wearing the black mask like before, so Reid could see his face perfectly. Reid felt like he had been kicked at the fact that he hadn't recognized those green eyes. Maybe it was because they were missing the scar that cut across the man's jaw.

"Quincy?"

Ten years ago, when Reid was twenty, he went to school with a Quincy Drugan Willison. Quincy was two years older than Reid, and they were in a few classes together. While Reid didn't much mind to Quincy, but what he did know was they both tried for a spot of the BAU team and Quincy got sent home while Reid was welcomed to the team.

"Ding ding, guess your eidetic memory hasn't failed you yet…" Quincy hummed slightly, but anger burned in his strikingly green eyes. "We'll fix that, in due time." He added and Reid clenched his fists tightly.

The agent stared at the brown walls, trying to figure out what to say. "Why did you kill all those men?"

"To get your attention, to get you all to come to Las Vegas… and they all reminded me of you…" Quincy trailed off, a raw rage flickering in his eyes. It was this dangerous uncontrolled anger that showed Reid the real danger he was in. Quincy held a lot of rage toward Reid, and he had to be careful… or he might not survive long enough for his team to find him.

Reid pursed his lips to keep himself from snapping at Quincy. It wouldn't help. It could get him killed to talk.

"I've been waiting… for years to get my revenge… I obsessed about it… then, I forgot about it… but your friend Morgan's conversation with the press about you… it reminded me why I did everything I did…"

The BAU agent narrowed his eyes. "What did you do?"

"This!" Quincy grinned, showing Reid a wall of photos, names, and addresses.

Squinting to read and examine the wall of photos, Reid felt his heart dip in horror. The pictures were of the BAU team, and the names, and the addresses. On the wall was every member that the BAU team had since they recruited Reid. Even the ones that had left. When Reid saw Gideon's pictures and an address, his heart sunk. Quincy knew where Gideon was and Reid didn't.

"You're watching my team? You bastard!" The doctor shouted, unable to hold back his anger any longer.

Quincy walked forward with a small smile. Then his hand flashed forward and grabbed his hair in his calloused hands. Reid let out a gasp of pain as he was yanked forward. Quincy stunk faintly of alcohol and the glimpse of rage in the man's eyes chilled Reid to the core. With his head pulled down by his hair, Reid was forced to stare at the ground and Quincy's muddy boots.

Leaning forward and whispering in Reid's ear, Quincy let out a sigh that shook with happiness. "Nothing can help you now," he breathed before kneeing Reid in the jaw and letting go of his hair. Reid let out a gasping breath as pain seared through his mouth. The metallic taste of blood hit his taste buds and he scrunched his face in agony.

Before he could recover completely from the first blow, Quincy swiped a fist at Reid's face. Blood began to trickle down his nose from the hit and Reid took a shaky breath. As Reid's vision began to go black, Quincy tsked and grabbed the doctor's chin to get him to make eye contact.

"May 8th, tell me what you did," Quincy snarled in Reid's face.

"I don't know…" Reid whispered closing his eyes as he racked his mind for what he would've done. Nothing raised a flag. The only thing event that made him think was when he was thirteen and a group of teenagers locked his glasses and clothes in another kids locker and he went a day with blurry vision and in his gym clothes.

Another jab to the jaw made Reid gasp in pain. Blood filled his mouth and he felt the urge to spit it on the ground. Instead, he forced himself to swallow it. "Liar!" Quincy snapped and grabbed Reid's neck in his hands. Reid gasped in pain and a need for air. Tightening his grip, Quincy's nails dug in Reid's neck. "May 8th!"

Vision going blurry, Reid tried to pull Quincy's hands away but his arm was bound to the chair so he couldn't move it. His other hand, his free hand, pulled at Quincy's fingers, trying to peel them off his neck. Reid let out a ragged breath, desperate for air. Darkness surrounded his vision before Quincy finally let go. Reid let gasped for air, tears watering in his eyes.

"Maybe you'll remember after a little more convincing," The man snarled as Reid fought back sobs of agony.

Then Quincy turned around and walked to the door, leaving and slamming the door shut. Reid put his free hand on his neck as his vision slowly came back to him. "Morgan… Hotch… please…" Reid pleaded, looking at the pictures of his team on the wall.

He needed them.

Knocking on Hotch's door, Morgan gripped the note in his hands tightly. He had woken up to a note laid on Reid's bed, droplets of blood on the sheets and no Reid. Morgan had changed in a matter of moments before hurrying to Hotch's room.

"Morgan?" Rossi asked, opening to the door and rubbing his eyes as he fought back a yawn. "What happened?"

"It's Reid, wake Hotch," Morgan growled, taking deep breaths in an attempt to calm himself. When he caught sight of Hotch in his suit, he was tempted to break out a joke about how Hotch never slept, but he couldn't push Reid's disappearance from his mind.

Motioning Morgan inside, Hotch shut the door behind them and looked at the African-American with narrowed eyes. Rossi sat on the edge of the bed as he fidgeted with his hands. "So? What happened with Reid?"

"I woke up, and he wasn't in the room. Instead, there was blood and a note…" Morgan handed the paper to Hotch, hands shaking with uncontrolled rage. Whoever did this had crossed a line by taking Reid.

"Dear the BAU," Hotch began to read the note out loud. "May 8th. Spencer made a mistake. August 13th. You made a mistake, but I'm fixing it."

"Spencer?" JJ commented and Morgan glanced over his shoulder. JJ and Emily were standing in the doorway. "Someone… someone has Spence?"

Emily placed a hand on JJ shoulder and the room was silent and thick with tension. "We're going to catch this son of a bitch," Emily growled and moved over to the others. Hotch gave a curt nod and the five of them looked at each other for a long minute before they filed out of the room.

The drive to the police station was mostly silent. Hotch stared ahead as Morgan drove with a grim, determined look. Hotch couldn't convince himself that it wasn't his fault, because it was. It was his fault that Reid had been taken. They hadn't made Reid stay in a more protected area, they hadn't double locked his door, they hadn't put a detail guarding the room, they hadn't done anything to prevent what had happened.

JJ was in the back, staring out the window with a faraway look. Her hands were clenched and she was fighting back tears. Emily was picking at her nails, clipping them shorter and shorter. Morgan's hands were gripping the steering wheels so tight his knuckles turned white with fierceness. Rossi was silent, but his face was dark with worry.

"We have a week to find him, we have to treat this like one of our cases..." Hotch began, but his voice shook. He knew that they were going put in as many hours as it took to find him and none of them would get a good nights sleep with Reid out there.

"Hotch?" JJ asked, voice quiet and meeker than he had heard in a long time. "Reid is the one the UnSub was after all along. Reid's going to be his endgame… we might not even have a week…"

"Or worse- more than a week," Morgan commented grimly and once again tense silence filled the van.

"We'll find him…" Emily whispered, mostly to herself. But when they did… would he ever be the same?

"Garcia, are there any major events that took place on May 8th or August 13th?" Hotch asked over the phone and heard Garcia sigh dramatically.

"Yeah, like a billion events. You aren't even going to give me years?" Garcia asked playfully. Hotch pursed his lips as he took a deep breath.

Straightening his tie, Hotch tried pushing his guilt away, but to no avail. "That's all we have, and we need you to focus. The UnSub…" He trailed away for a moment, fighting back his emotions. "The UnSub has Reid."

The line was silent for a minute before typing clacked away on the other hand along with Garcia taking shaky breaths and holding back her tears. "There are so many events…" She whispered, her voice strained.

"What about events involving the BAU and Reid?"

More silence and typing as Garcia entered the new data. "You hired Reid on an August 13th. I still can't find anything on May 8th… I'll keep looking though…"

"Garcia," Hotch spoke, letting some of his emotion slip through. "We're doing our best…" Emily looked at Hotch's face with sympathy and took a deep breath. JJ was turned away, staring at the pictures of the victims. Tears fell down her face and she quickly wiped them away.

"I know…" Then the line went dead and Hotch took a deep breath. Her blame was clear. She was made at the team for letting Reid go missing. Hotch understood her anger because he felt it about himself as well.

"The UnSub thinks that us hiring Reid was a mistake." Rossi thought out loud and Hotch nodded.

"That's what I'm thinking as well… but that doesn't narrow our options. It just proves the hatred he has for Reid." Emily commented and glanced at the photos of the dead victims with narrowed her eyes. "And if that's not proof our UnSub hates Reid, this is." she gestured to the pictures.

"Agent Hotchner?" Deputy Werin asked as he opened the door and stepped inside. Hotch raised an eyebrow as a response. "This was dropped off at the front." He whispered, handing Morgan a video camera.

"What is it?" JJ asked, looking at the officer with narrowed eyes.

"You better just look," With that, Werin slipped out of the room, the door shutting with a soft click.

"We need to send it to Garcia," Rossi murmured as Morgan checked the footage. Immediately, Morgan tensed up and his hand shook his horror and rage. "What is it?" Dave asked, taking the camera from Morgan's hands.

"It's a video of him torturing Blake Windsor, the first victim…" Morgan whispered and shook his head. In the video, was a video of a man in a black mask tightening his hands around the victim's neck as Blake desperately tried to breathe.

Hotch, JJ, and Emily moved over to watch part of the footage. JJ face's twisted with horror and Emily's nose flared with disgust and a fierce hatred for the man. Hotch remained tranquil, but his eyes were glossy with unshed tears. It was clear they were all imaging Reid going through this.

"I'm gonna kill him!" Emily growled, shutting off the footage and taking the camera from Rossi, who had been watching with a look of guilty grief. Hotch sighed and looked at Emily.

"We need to keep a cool head, this is what the UnSub wants… a reaction."

"Well he has it," Emily whispered, pain tangled in her voice. "He could be doing this to Reid…" She trailed off and put the camera on the table. "That man…" She murmured, talking about Blake. "...could be Reid right now."

"Then we need to find this UnSub, quickly," Morgan spoke up finally, standing up and licking his chapped lips.

"You can only be jealous of someone who has something you think you ought to have yourself." ― Margaret Atwood

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