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AN/ So... uh sorry. I know that I made you all wait a super long time for this chapter. I hate it when other authors do that so I suppose that it makes me a bit of a hypocrite. I'll try to get out the next chapter extra fast to make up for it, enjoy.
Chapter Nine
"Garcia, I need for you to find any properties owned by Brad Chuttle near Harvard." Ordered Hotchner over phone.
"One moment sir." Answered Garcia anxiously as she typed away on her keyboard as fast as she possibly could, "His uncle just passed away and he inherited an isolated house about a half an hour from where you are. It is at 393 Huckleberry Ave. in Wayland."
"Good work Garcia." Thanks Hotch briskly as he snaps shut his phone and rushes towards the vans with the rest of his team. Hotch quickly slammed shut the driver's side door and buckled in as Prentiss got in the passenger seat. Without waiting for Emily to finish getting buckled in Hotch put his foot on the gas and shot out of the police department parking lot while putting on his sirens.
"Call the local authorities in Wayland and tell them to surround the house." Ordered Hotch without even looking at Prentiss, his eyes glued firmly on the road. Even though they had the sirens on it would still take them a good fifteen minutes to get to the house of Brad Chuttle and that was fifteen minutes that Hotch knew they might not have.
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Officer Kevin Bradley wasn't exactly an experienced cop. He'd been on the force for just over a year and he liked to think that he was pretty darn good at what he does. Of course, Bradley knew realistically that he wouldn't last a week a big city cop. Nothing ever happened in the small town of Wayland, population just over 13,000, except a few petty thefts and speeding tickets. Because of this it was understandable that Bradley felt way over his head when the FBI called and told them to stake out an old house on the edge of town.
Apparently a young student from Harvard had been kidnapped and they were about 90% sure that he was being kept in that house. Kevin whipped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand nervously as he shut the door to the police car as quietly as he could. They had parked off the long driveway in the woods that surrounded the house. With any luck the man wouldn't see them or hear them so they would be able to get in and surprise him.
Bradley huffed lightly as he crouched down just around the corner of the front side of the house. Detective Herrington was on the other side and Sheraton with Kerns had traveled around the back. That left Ristern and Nodding crouched down among the trees that started not five feet from the end of the small front porch. That way they'd have a good view of the front door without being seen.
The young cop knew that this was it. This was his chance to prove himself and to the others that he could be a real cop. Doing the sort of crazy sweeping in and saving the day sort of stuff that big city cops and cops of TV shows do.
That being said Bradley knew that trying to be the hero would just be plain stupid. No, it would be best to follow orders and show the others that he didn't break under high pressure situations. Besides, Kevin knew that all that stuff that they showed you on TV wasn't what cops really do. If Bradley found himself in a situation where he could be the hero that would be great but it was more than likely that the FBI would pull in here with their big black vans, storm the place and be out of here before they even knew it. Maybe even leaving a dead body that would be driven to the town over seeing as they didn't exactly have a morgue in their small town.
'What could go wrong', thought Bradley with a small smile that didn't quite reach his eyes gracing his face.
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Harrison squeezed his eyes shut and let out a small whimper from behind the gag as he waited for the sharp knife to descend onto the base of his throat. He felt water begin to gather within his eyes even as he tried so hard to will it away. One wrong move was all it would take. One wrong move and instead of receiving a tracheotomy he'd be receiving a slit throat.
The teen felt as the sharp of the knife cut through his skin as if it were butter and the pain flooded his senses. Even as the disturbing and painful sensation of a small vertical incision being made on the base of his throat continued Harrison attempted to stay as still as possible. It would only take the one involuntary flinch before Harrison's life was snuffed out.
The cut was short yet the man took his time making it as precise as possible before placing the now bloody knife on the edge of the table Harrison was strapped down onto. The man then picked up an even smaller knife and pulled open the shallow cut, revealing the teen's trachea. The kidnapper then cut a small incision on the trachea itself, in the shape of a tiny box with only three sides cut out. Harrison pierced his lips and clenched his hands as hard as he could in an effort to stay still during the long and terrifying experience.
Harrison's capture then picked up a short curved tube and placed his fingers on both sides of the incision, once again pulling it open farther. The man then inserted the tube into the cut with his other hand and slowly pushed it down Harrison's trachea.
Harrison's eyes went wide with pain as he felt the cut being pulled wider from both sides and the horrible sensation only got worse as the tube was inserted. After the tube was in the teen's throat Harrison saw a flash of white from his captor's hand as the man picked up another small piece from side of the table, where he had placed the knife.
"This is a Passy-Muir Speaking Valve." Said the man, sounding much saner then he had earlier, "It should allow you to make noise and speak while having the tracheotomy. Not that I'll take the gag off of you to test that theory." Added the kidnapper with a small giggle at the end.
Harrison felt an uncomfortable tugging at the slit in his throat as the Speaking Valve was tightened. As the valve was completely on Harrison felt breathing become near impossible through his mouth. Realizing that the valve must have been put on wrong, Harrison felt a spark of terror as it grabbed his heart and squeezed. After a moment of intense fear the teen took in a deep shaky breath through his nose. He hadn't been able to breathe very well through his mouth with the gag anyway, thought the teen in an attempt to calm himself down, he would survive just fine with only breathing through his nose.
Yet even as he thought this each breath was becoming more and more difficult. Soon Harrison was gasping through his nose for air and was agitating his throat with each deep breath he attempted to take. Even as breathing became near impossible Harrison's kidnapper didn't seem to find anything amiss as he had turned around and was cleaning the bloody knives in an industrial sink with his back towards the boy.
The last thing Harrison heard before his consciousness slipped away from his as he slowly suffocated was a sudden rush of loud sounds. Then terrifying silence.
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Morgan parked his car on the main road and immediately jumped out of the car and started running down the long driveway, followed closely by Prentiss. The two hurriedly crouched to the ground and shuffled toward where two of the cops were stationed on the left of the door. The muscled man motioned with his head towards the front door. The group of four quietly approached the door, making sure that the rickety steps didn't squeak. As they reached the landing Emily tested the knob and glanced at Morgan in surprise as the unlocked door swung open without resistance.
The group of cops cautiously walked into the old house and walked down the hallway, checking each room as they went. As the group reached the end of the hallway they came across a door that was, unlike the others, locked shut.
Morgan signaled to one of the cops behind him and they came up to him with a pair of bolt cutters and opened the lock. The group of six split up with four going down the stairs and two of the police officers staying at the top to prevent the unsub from escaping if he did manage to make it past those who were going down the wooden staircase.
The four reached the bottom of the stairs where they came across another door. This one wasn't only bolted shut like the other one but was made of a thick metal unlike the wood of the other doors in the building. Once again the bolts were cut in an action that made Morgan cringe at the sound when their priority was stealth.
As the door swung open Morgan and Prentiss were greeted with a small room with a long metal table in the center. On the table was their missing teen, Harrison Evans, who had something strange sticking out of his throat and he appeared to be unconscious, hopefully not dead. Standing over the teenager was the unsub, Brad Chuttle.
"Brad Chuttle, FBI! Put your hands in the air and step away from the boy." Commanded Morgan as the man looked up in surprise.
"No. No! This wasn't how it was supposed to happen! I'm going to be famous, a famous doctor. They're going to see my brilliance!" Ranted the man as he stubbed back from Harrison in surprise and disbelief that he had been caught.
Taking the opportunity, Prentiss rushed forward and handcuffed the man quickly. With Chuttle taken care of Morgan rushed forward to Harrison as he talked into his walkie talkie, "We need a medic down here. Now."
Once the FBI agent reached Harrison he reached for his wrist to take his pulse, he didn't want to mess with whatever was going on by the teen's throat. Morgan took a breath of relief when he felt a pulse, it was weak but it was there. As Morgan looked at the teen's throat to try and see what was wrong, even if he couldn't do anything about it. The man was quick to notice the small movements that his mouth was making and put two and two together. Harrison was suffocating.
While Morgan was coming to this conclusion the medics had rushed down the narrow stairs as fast as they could and started to inspect the teen. The agent backed up and let the medics do their thing without trying to get in the way. He supposed all that he could do was hope for the best.
AN/ I hope that you liked it and as always please review (I really do appreciate it). Also a special thanks to all those who reviewed on my last chapter and helped to give me that extra kick that I needed to finish up this chapter. Thanks a ton for reading!
