Morgan was stunned when Gideon attacked Agent Moreland. He didn't understand the Agent's motives and when Agent Wilson joined in the fray pulling her gun on the agent he was dumbfounded. He watched in silence as the other agents bundled the man into a car with Agent Wilson.
"What the hell was that about?" He asked turning to Gideon.
"Just get in the SUV with Hotch and I, we need to get back to Quantico fast." Gideon ordered striding back out of the garage.
Morgan knew better that to argue with the older agent and he followed fast on his heels.
In the interrogation room Gideon sat in silence contemplating this man in front of him and what he had done. Gideon hadn't really believed there was no mole in the department helping Jaworski. He realized that all the staff had been checked out except for the agents handling the case. He went privately to Garcia and asked her to do a run on everyone including himself and every member of the BAU team. She had been curious but didn't ask why he wanted the info, he was her boss and she knew he wouldn't ask if it weren't important. She discovered quite quickly that David Moreland had a gambling problem he'd had debts up to his ears a year ago and then suddenly he was flush with a lot of cash in an offshore account. She traced the source of the money to another offshore account in the name of Jaworski's sister. The man had paid the agent and Gideon was going to make him tell them where Jaworski was if he had to beat it out of the man himself.
"So, Agent Moreland, you like to gamble do you?"
"I don't know what you're talking about I want my representative." He said with bravado. He wasn't going to be pushed around by the "geek squad" which is what other agents in the FBI called those in the BAU.
Gideon placed a file in front of the man and opened it to a spread sheet Garcia had made for him.
"You don't recognize these figures." He went on in a pleasant voice that his team mates knew signaled trouble for the man.
Agent Moreland was clueless to the tone and didn't know he was in trouble, which is exactly the way Gideon wanted it.
"Well I'm not an expert but it looks like a bank account, whose ever it is had a lot of money, I'm envious but I don't deal with Vice shouldn't you hand it over to the police." His sarcasm was back in force.
Morgan, Agent Wilson, and Hotch watched from the observation room. Morgan was irritated with Agent Wilson she wouldn't tell him what was going on. Agent Wilson knew he was irritated and she hoped he wouldn't figure out what Gideon was doing till they had a confession from the Agent. She knew Morgan was a hot head and she was afraid if he knew the man had betrayed the Bureau he would beat him into unconsciousness and they would never learn Jaworski's and Reid's whereabouts and she couldn't let that happen.
Gideon said, "Your wife was going to divorce you a year ago, wasn't she? That's why you took the money from Jaworski. You needed to make things right so she wouldn't leave. Its ok David, no one wants to be responsible for a failed marriage.
"It wasn't my fault; Agent Moreland said angrily his face flushed from embarrassment. Nothing I do is ever good enough for her and then she wanted to leave because of money."
"Hey, I understand you did what you had to do. How did you meet Douglas Jaworski?
"We went to high school together and have played poker for years with two other friends; in fact I lost a lot of money to him. Then one night my luck changed and I won enough to pay of all my debts and I swore I would never get that far under again." David said as sincerely as he could. He knew he was in trouble and was trying to stall till his representative got there.
Hotch opened the door and came into the room. Gideon greeted him and invited him to sit down.
"What's he doing in here and where is my rep?"
"Why right there next to you of course, Aaron has a law degree, in fact did you know he used to be a very successful prosecutor? No, well that's too bad; he has agreed to represent you." Gideon said his face unreadable.
"What kind of scam is this?" Agent Moreland demanded his face going from red to white with fury.
"Oh, there's no scam, you see when we called your rep and she heard what you were accused of, she was more than glad to let us handle it." Hotch said his face as expressionless as it always was.
"I refuse to answer any questions, you are part of the damn investigation, and I demand objective counsel." Agent Moreland stood up as he spoke and Hotch stood to meet him, and shoved him down in the chair.
"You will not make demands, Agent Moreland, you will answer our questions with the truth and just maybe if you do I'll try to see that you don't get the death penalty for conspiracy to commit murder.
Agent Moreland began to splutter about how they wouldn't get away with doing this to him.
"Oh, we will, I spoke to the director and he has given us permission to use any methods necessary to get a confession from you. You see it was bad enough that you helped madman murder innocent citizens-"
"They were hardly innocent they were all scumbags who got away with terrible things. Moreland interrupted.
"Dr Reid is a scumbag who did terrible things?" Gideon asked quietly.
"How was I supposed to know he would go after an agent, all I did was tip him off about the perimeter guards and-" he suddenly stopped but it was too late he'd said too much.
In the observation room, Morgan turned angrily to the door; Agent Wilson stepped in front of him blocking his way.
"Agent Morgan I know you are upset, I am too, I'm so angry that I could kill him with my bare hands but now is not the time we need him to help us find Reid."
Morgan slumped against the wall he knew she was right, but if they didn't find his friend alive he would kill Moreland and Jaworski.
"It wasn't supposed to be this way, he paid me to tip him about the guards at Qauntico I have a friend in the guards that I paid to get the info. I thought he was going to poach deer or something I didn't know what he was going to do. Then after the first murder when I realized what he'd done I threatened to turn him in but he said I would go down with him and anyone else involved would go done as well. I was trapped."
"You were well paid and I want the name of your associate in the Marine guard as well." Gideon said.
Hotch said "we want you to tell us where he is."
"I don't know where he is, I swear it, and I would've told you if I knew."
"He calls you doesn't he, you must have his number in your phone, call him and keep him on long enough for a trace, and we will do the rest." Gideon ordered.
Agent Moreland made the call and told Jaworski he was leaving town, the feds were getting to close and he wanted more money. Jaworski was furious and they argued for several minutes before he hung up on the agent telling him to get out of town with the money he had or he would make him his next victim.
Hotch's phone rang it was Garcia she had the location of the trace. It was a property outside of Quantico in the hills. Reid had been only five miles away the whole time. They hurried to their vehicles with an ambulance traveling with them and a SWAT team that had been standing by.
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Jaworski was angry, how dare Agent Moreland demand more money from him. He paced back in forth in front of the monitors, trying to calm his rage. Anger wasn't good it clouded good thinking and he needed to think of a way to finally break the young man. He looked at him in the monitors and noticed he was finally waking up.
In the next room Reid opened his eyes. His head hurt so badly, he couldn't see straight. Everything was blurry and he felt so dizzy and sick to his stomach. He wanted to vomit but couldn't summon the energy to move. His face was a mass of new and old bruises, he was almost unrecognizable. His nose was broken in two places and his breath wheezed in and out. His abdomen and side ached, his one knee burned and if he could've seen his body he would've seen the masses of bruises all over his torso and extremities.
He didn't hear the door open, but he did hear a voice demanding he stand and confess his sins. He couldn't stand and he didn't know what the man wanted from him. He was so confused. He didn't know where he was, or why he hurt so badly. He was grabbed and forced to stand. He screamed in pain and the man spun him around and pushed him against the wall ranting about punishment for little boys that didn't honor their mothers. He must be crazy Reid thought, I haven't done anything wrong. The man reached around to unzip Reid's cords and through the fog in his brain he realized what the man wanted and he began to struggle as much as he could. The man squeezed his hand around his throat while Reid bucked against him and then all hell broke loose.
Jaworski was so caught up in what he was doing to Reid he didn't hear the FBI enter his hideaway till the door to the white room crashed open and voices called out FBI!! STEP AWAY FROM HIM NOW!!
He backed away from Reid in surprise turning around to face the agents. One of them, a black man as large as he was holstered his gun and strode over to him with the look of a rabid dog before he was thrown against the wall and told to not move or he was a dead man. He was cuffed and taken away to a police car. He couldn't understand how this happened, he wasn't supposed to get caught, and he was supposed to continue with God's work to punish the guilty. He tried to explain this to the police, but they only ignored him as they drove away.
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When Gideon, Morgan and Hotch burst into the room they saw what Jaworski meant to do and Gideon nearly fainted, they had been almost too late to stop this final humiliation on Reid. As it was, when Jaworski let go of him he collapsed to his knees and pulled himself into a corner pulling his legs up to his chest and wrapping his arms around them, rocking and keening like a wild animal. He wouldn't let the male techs touch him, nor would he let his friends near him.
"Let me try," Agent Wilson said.
She knelt in front of Reid, and began to speak softly to him, try to reassure him that the men meant him no harm. It took a few minutes, but he finally focused on her.
"Don't know you" he said, still rocking back and forth.
My name is Samantha Wilson I am an FBI agent like you Spencer and we just want to help you now, you're hurt we need to take you to the hospital."
"Hospital" he repeated like a child in school.
"Yes Spencer a hospital," she said softly.
"Don't like hospitals, they poke you with needles and stuff," he said sounding more and more like a small child.
"I know Spencer I don't like them either, but if I go with you will you go please?"
Don't want to go Samantha Wilson." He repeated beginning to shiver uncontrollably.
Standing back from them Morgan said, "He's going into shock we have to get him out of here."
"I know but I don't want to force him into an ambulance with the med techs, we could do more damage than what has already been done to him. Agent Wilson is our only hope to reach him. We have to wait." Gideon said even though it was killing him to see his "son" in such a condition.
"Spencer, please come with me, I promise I'll stay with you the whole time."
Agent Wilson held out a hand to him. He flinched away and stared at her hand. She stayed still till he reached out a shaking hand and took hers. She moved close to help him up. He cried out it pain when she wrapped an arm around his waist. She was shocked at how thin he was, she bit the inside of her cheeks hard so as not to cry. She had taken only two steps with him when his eyes rolled back in his head and he fell nearly pulling her to the floor. He began to convulse.
TBC
