{Edited}
Thanks for all the reviews! All those critiques and applauds are part of my own drive. This is what I got for you hungry little beavers, and I hope its up to your standards. I'm not going to lie, I hit a writer block halfway through this… but I got out of my jam for you guys, and this it what has been produced. As always, this is chapter seven in OF BROTHERLY LOVE AND TRAUMA. You are now tuned in to the Spencer Reid channel of Epic!
Unknown Location, Wednesday; 1:32 AM
Reid woke up with a pounding headache, each movement causing rays of pain to radiate through out his entire figure. He opened his eyes, slowly, not wanting
to see what horrors awaited him upon consciousness. He squinted as his eyes opened, expecting a stream of blaring light to invade his pupils; yet he was
greeted by nothing, only solid darkness. Panic raced through his body, making his complexion three shades paler. The reacquiring dream imprinted itself in his
mind. His hazel eyes flung open, searching for any of that blasted light that he had damned only seconds ago. With his elbows, he propped himself up, only to
be greeted by the low rise of what he guessed as the trunk of the blue Chrysler. The injury blared with pain, and Reid clutched the back of his head, feeling
fresh blood ooze out of the newly opened cut. He let his hands fall back down to his sides, and ignored the pain as he set his attention to more important
matters. His hands searched the tight recess's that he was now enclosed in, looking for something, anything that will help him.
His nimble fingers scrabbled over the nooks and crannies of the trunk, feeling only carpet and dust. He had left his gun in Morgan's car, thinking that they
would only be giving the profile, then heading to a hotel. He mentally face palmed himself for being anything less than a genius. He felt his pockets, praying to
an unknown god that he had not been the denied the blessing of his cell phone. His palm brushed his front pocket, and felt a bulge. A relieved smile painted his face in the darkness. He quickly retrieved the bulge, and flipped open the silver cellular device. The light from the screen brought comfort from the pitch black
setting. Reid turned the phone around, and did a baseline sweep of his surroundings. His intellect had no let him down, yet again. He was now caged in the
trunk of what he guessed, would be the blue Chrysler. Reid brought the light back to face him. He checked his battery power, and found it had three bars out
of four. Instinct kicked in and he called Morgan. Reid started to tap his hand on the carpet lightly, his anxiety level quickly beginning to increase with every
passing second. The phone rang, and with the third ring, his best friend, brother, and coworker, picked up. 'thank god' he thought as he heard the dark mans
familiar voice come over the phone.
"Reid where the hell are you kid! I just talked to Hotch, and he said you were freaking out."
Morgans voice laced every word with worry as he talked into the phone. Reid swallowed the lump in his throat before talking. His throat had become dry wit
h the days events.
"Morgan, listen to me very carefully, I need you to tell Garcia to trace this call." He whispered into the phone not wanting to alert his kidnapper.
"What? Reid talk to me man, you're freakin me out. What happened!" He demanded through the phone. Reid winced at the level Morgan's voice was being
transmitted. His own voice a whisper where as Morgan's seemed to be coming from a rock concert speaker.
"Morgan!" He whispered fiercely. "I need you to focus, and quiet down, he might hear me."
"Who Reid, Who might hear you?" Morgan's voice had become quieter from the last time he had spoken. Reid in turn pinched his nose with his index finger and
thumb; letting out an exasperated sigh as he did so. Tears welled in his eyes as the fear set in, and the realization that he might not see his family again set
in. The tears ran down his cheeks as his mind processed the possibility of survival, again. His mind remembered Tobias, and the three days he had spent with
the man with a multiple personality disorder. His resolve failed, and a sob passed his lips. He rarely cried, and yet now, of all places, he decided to break down.
Utter fear took over his emotions and body, bringing him back to the cabin. To the drugs, and to the pain.
Morgans voice came over the small speaker system.
"Reid, Reid? Are you okay kid? C'mon pretty boy, talk to me!" Reid nodded his head, then remembered that Morgan couldn't see him.
"Mmmhhmmm." He murmured into the phone. "Yeah, I'm fine, my head just hurts." It wasn't entirely a lie, his head still hurt from the attack, and the continuous
bumping and rocking of the car didn't make it any better.
"Reid I know you kid, you're not crying cause your head hurts, why are you crying Reid." His voice had personified itself into that of an older brother. Reid's
older brother, Morgan. Reid let out another sob before answering. his entire resolve failing as he remembered the man's murderous gaze.
"Morgan, I'm scared." His voice came as a whimper, which scared Morgan more than anything.
"Reid, listen to me kid, I'm here, okay? Just keep talking. Garcia's already got the coordinates, it looks like your moving. Reid do you know where you are?"
Reid nodded, then remember that Morgan couldn't see him, again.
"I'm in a trunk, the Chrysler's trunk. The one with the driver in it. The one that was smoking earlier." Morgan's voice came over the small speakers.
"Good, that's good. Can you remember the license plate number?"
"mmhhmm, it was MT8F75. Morgan, why does this always happen to me?"
"I don't know kid, but if you attracted women like you attracted trouble; I'd have some competition."
Reid couldn't resist chuckling at Morgan's remark. The moment came and went, leaving Reid to ponder what might happen next.
"Reid, you still there?" His older brothers voice echoed through the small space. Reid drank in every syllable, as it was his only comfort in the dark cramped area.
"Yeah, I'm still here, hey Morgan, if something happens to me, promise me you'll take care of my mom for me."
"Don't talk like that Reid, where gonna get you out of there, I promise. You know what, once we get back to the hotel, I will rent the entire Star Trek trilogy that you like, and I'll watch it with you. Got it, and I promise you that I'll go to that comic-cot thing you talked about."
"Morgan?"
"Yeah Reid?"
"It's Comic-Con, not cot. Plus, it's not a thing, it's a convention that held every year." Reid heard as his older brother laughed through the phone.
"Alright, Comic-con, and where going, I promise."
"Okay... Morgan, its kind of...dark in here."
"It's okay Reid, just focus on my voice alright?"
"Okay."
"Are you still moving?" Reid pulled the phone away from his ear, and listened to the motor. It continued to hum in a way that told Reid that they had stopped.
"No. I think we stopped at a red light." Reid heard as the motor roared with life, and the car jerked forward. Reid found himself rolling forward from the force. His head impacted with the light.
"Ow!"
"Reid? You okay?"
"Yeah, by the way, we're moving." Reid heard a snapping sound, and then felt a blinding light pierce the dark veil that had loomed over him.
"Reid what was that?"
"The light... it broke off. Did you run the licence plate number?" Reid could see the bright moon. He brought his vision down to the ground where he could see the quickly passing gravel as they entered new terrain.
"Yeah, but it belongs to a black Chevy, not the blue Chrysler."
"You're right, he switched plates. Hey Morgan, where not on paved road anymore. There's gravel," Reid craned his neck and saw pine tree's passing by. "and trees." His voice became a whisper as he concentrated on memorizing the path. Morgan's voice brought him back to earth.
"Reid you still there?"
"Yeah, where slowing down though... a lot." Reid could feel his breath quicken as the car slowed significantly. Terror seizing his very soul as the car came to a full stop.
"Morgan, he turned off the car. Morgan, I'm scared."
"It's okay Reid, I know you're scared. But don't be. Garcia tracked your call, now all you need to do is keep on talking to me, okay? It looks like your still in the state." He spoke as if he were talking to a child, which Reid was. He may be a twenty six year old mature man, but internally, he has the innocence of a child.
His hazel eyes showed the curiosity that only pure innocence could give. Morgans heart tore as his mind went wild with the past experience with Tobias. He had hated every minute that Reid was with his kidnapper, and now the experience was being repeated. Old scars were reopened as he thought of what Reid had to go through in the three days with the serial killer. Reid's terrified voice coming over the tripod speaker; breaking him out of the flashback.
"Morgan, I just heard the car door open… Oh god Morgan, I'm going to die." Morgan heard as Reid's breath's became erratic
Reid's mind began to fog over with fear, but Morgan's voice broke through the shadows.
"Reid! Listen to me, your not going to die! Don't talk like that. Reid! you don't show him you're afraid, you hear me, don't you dare show him your afraid,well find you pretty boy, don't you worry."
Morgan listened for a response and sighed in relief as he heard Reid mutter an "Okay".
His relief was short lived as he heard a latch come loose, and something being lifted. He heard as the man shouted in rage, and as Reid screamed in pain. His face paled as he heard the drone of the line as it disconnected. He turned to Garcia, her face was sullen as well.
"I'm so sorry, I lost the signal."
Unknown Location, Wednesday; 3:56 AM
I don't know if that's a cliff hanger, or if I just killed it, but I promised I would update by Wednesday, so here it is! Plus, I did edit it. I added, and deleted some stuff. Sooo yeah.
