A/N: Okay, so this episode of the show (Criminal Minds' Revelations from Season 2) Is one of my favorites and least favorites at the same time. this episode is such a good character development for Reid and we get to learn so much more about his past, but it's also basically 45 minutes of my favorite character going through hell, so...
This story is divided to 10 parts, all of which are already written. The plan is to upload a part a day for the next ten days and have the entire story up just in time for the new Doctor Who series, but as we all know, life gets in the way too often and with Passover just around the corner I just might not have the time.
Either way, I hope you'll like this and the twist I added :)
Important: Because of the violent nature of this episode, this story is rated M for violence and drug use.
The Doctor walked away from River's cell at Stormcage and towards the TARDIS, still more than a bit dazed from the kiss that had just occurred. She seemed not to expect the fact that from his point of view, it was the first time they kissed – not completely surprising as their timelines were out of sync but still interesting as it had meant there were more of these in his future.
He was torn out of his thoughts by a beeping sound, coming to a halt and turning to look at the woman in the cell behind him.
"Okay," he said slowly. "That's not mine."
"No, it's mine," River said, heading towards the desk and picking up an odd-looking device. "You told me – will tell me – to watch over Spencer."
"We only just dropped him off," the Doctor said. "What could he have possibly gotten himself into? Even he doesn't have that much of a tendency for trouble."
"No, that still seems to be a talent reserved only to you," River commented. "This is past Spencer… about four years younger than the one we just saw. February 2007."
"What happened?" the Doctor asked, worried.
"Not sure," River replied. "I don't get much, only the names of the people involved. Spencer, his team, three names that I don't recognize and…" she trailed off in fear, unable to say the last name.
"Who?" the Doctor stressed. "River, who?"
"Tobias Hankel," River replied. "Doctor, I know that name."
"Yeah, me too," the Doctor muttered. "I have to go – are you coming?"
"I can't," River said. "It's too early, he doesn't even know me yet."
"I have to go," the Doctor repeated, rushing towards the TARDIS.
"You better save him, Doctor!" River warned.
"I will!" the Doctor called back as he ran into his Police Box, flying away almost immediately as he muttered to himself. "February 2007, Spencer Reid and Tobias Hankel. Come on, Old Girl, please…"
"Doctor?" Amy asked, worried at the Time Lord's strange behavior. "What happened?"
"It's Spencer," the Doctor said. "He's in danger – he's in great danger."
"What?" Rory asked, confused. "We just saw Spencer, he's fine."
"A different Spencer, Spencer from the past," the Doctor explained. "He never told me much about Tobias Hankel, he doesn't like to talk about it." He paused, an odd look crossing his face. "Always said I'd understand one day – and today seems to be that day!"
"What? Doctor, you're not making any sense! Who's Tobias Hankel?"
"He kidnapped Spencer," the Doctor said, not looking up at his companions. "Nearly killed him. Spencer was, quite literally, digging his own grave when his team found him."
"But Spencer's fine, isn't he?" Amy asked. "If we met future versions of him, then he's fine."
"Not necessarily," the Doctor replied. "Time is in constant flux, especially in points like these. His team getting there five minutes later could mean his death and I'm not losing Spencer – I refuse to lose him."
"What are you planning to do?" Rory asked. "Kidnap a federal investigation?"
"If I have to," the Doctor said in all seriousness, landing the TARDIS. "To be honest, though, I hope they'll just cooperate."
Spencer woke up ties to a chair in what looked like a cabin. His head felt like it was being repeatedly hit by a hammer, his hearts were beating at a rate he was certain would make any human machine explode and there was a horrid smell in the air that seemed to disorient his Time Lord senses. He searched his mind for the Doctor's presence, trying to call out for help, only to find it faded – as if it was out of focus.
He slowly opened his eyes, seeing a man in front of him. At first glance, the man could easily be mistaken as Tobias Hankel – mostly since the looked exactly the same – but on a closer look he could see the difference. Mainly, the confidence this man seemed to radiate.
He blinked a couple of times, another wave of pain rushing through his scull as he remembered what happened at the cornfield. Tobias had Multiple Personality Disorder, and the man in front of him was one of the personalities, taking control.
"They're gone."
Spencer forced himself to focus on the man, his voice shaking as he spoke, "Who are they?"
"It's just me now."
"Who…" Spencer started fearfully, swallowing hard. "Who are you?"
"I'm Raphael."
Raphael. He was the one who killed the victims. Tobias was more than likely the one who made the 911 calls. And then there was the third one, the one from the cornfield… the one who wanted to shoot Spencer…
The pain flared through his head again as the smell intensified.
"What's that smell?" he asked, fighting the urge to retch.
"They're burning fish hearts and livers," Raphael replied. "Keeps away the devil."
Either those weren't fish hearts and livers, or that wasn't a normal fire. Anything that can create smoke which interfered with Time Lord Brainwaves couldn't possibly be from Earth.
And that was a whole different kind of scary than the one he was faced with since he woke up.
"They say you can see inside men's minds," Raphael went on.
Well, that was partially true since Time Lords were naturally telepathic, though he didn't use this specific skill in centuries – and even when he did use it in the past, he never did so unless he absolutely had to.
"It's not true," Spencer said, his voice shaking. "I study human behavior –"
"I'm not interested in the arguments of men," Raphael said. "And you're not even that. Do you know what this is?" he asked, raising a single bullet in front of Spencer's face. The profiler didn't reply so he went on, inserting the bullet to the gun in his hand. "It's God's will."
Spencer shook as the cartridge turned and stopped, Raphael aiming the gun at him. Russian Roulette.
"You don't have to do this," he all but begged, but it was clear his words didn't mean anything for the man in front of him.
"Now go, sinners, to your God," Raphael declared, and Spencer closed his eyes.
Please, not again, he thought desperately. Please, I don't want to regenerate. Not again. Not so soon…
He didn't open his eyes when Raphael pulled the trigger.
Click.
Spencer allowed his eyes to open once more, seeing Raphael lowering the gun before turning around and leaving. Quickly, he closed his eyes again, searching through the emptiness in his mind to send a message he knew would never reach its target(?).
Please… please, Doctor… save me.
