Silence in the Scars
By: A.M. Anderson
Chapter 8: The Shack in the Woods
Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds nor the characters. I do own my characters. Warning: Violence and swearing
Reid's head hurt, a lot, the way Morgan was driving wasn't helping it ether, he opened his eyes intending to tell Morgan to drive more carefully only to find pitch black. His eyes widen in alarm and panic set in as he tried to remember what had happened to him.
"They had traced the call and where going to the house," Reid thought trying to clear his head from the statistics about getting out of this alive. "I was looking in the hallway, but no one was there."
Lifting a hand up he felt the gash near his hair line and a small trickle of blood running down his face, only then did he realize that his hands were tied.
"Now where was he?" He thought tugging uselessly at the rope on his wrist. The ground under his body was carpeted and he could feel the rumbling of what he assumed was an engine. "I'm in a car," he mused quietly while checking to see if he had his gun or cell phone, unfortunately they were both gone along with his bulletproof vest. With his head still pounding he tried to formulate a plan, but he couldn't think straight, eventually giving up and tried to ignore the stabbing pain in his head every time the car hit a pothole. After what felt like hours, but must have been an hour at the most, the car stopped and the engine turned off, three doors opened and slammed as Reid lay still and waited, holding his breath.
"Tyler," a girl's voice said angrily and slightly muffled, Reid recognized it from the phone call. "Why don't we just kill him and be done with it."
"Because Zoe," snapped the person named Tyler back. "You had to be the idiot and suggest kidnapping a FEDERAL OFFICER."
"Hadn't Carrie's mom said something about a Zoe?" Reid thought, trying to remember what JJ had told him.
"Hey relax guys," said a third much deeper voice. A jingling of keys filled the thick silence as someone fumbled with the keys to what Reid assumed was the trunk he was stuck in.
"Shut up Jack," Tyler growled as the trunk suddenly was flung open and Reid found himself looking up into the faces of three people illuminated by one flashlight and the moon. The only girl had long red hair and looked like she couldn't have been any older then 20, she was pointing the gun at him with a dangerous smile in her blue eyes.
"Get up," she said slowly. Reid pushed himself up with his bound hands, he figured it was best not to argue with her seeing as just a moment ago she wanted to shoot him and she probably wouldn't hesitate to do it. Standing on his slightly shaking legs, he could see the other two guys better now. They were standing slightly apart, the one closest to him had short, spiky hair and his blue eyes kept throwing glares at the girl, Reid assumed he was Tyler. The guy he assumed was Jack was standing a little way off, he had long blond hair, brown eyes, and had a jock like air about him, Reid assumed he was the oldest, placing his age around 25 or 30.
"You're Agent Spencer Reid," Jack asked slamming the trunk shut and making Reid flinch slightly.
"Doctor," he corrected automatically.
"Whatever," Tyler muttered glaring at the ground.
"You can't be a doctor," Jack said mildly.
"Would you two shut up," Zoe growled. Reid swallowed nervously, she was already angry as it was, he didn't want to anger her further.
"Look here you," Tyler rounded on her. "You have been ordering use around since the beginning and look what's happened now!"
"Everything is under control," she replied steadily.
"No it fucking well isn't!" He shouted back. She whirled around, pointing the gun directly between Tyler's eyes.
"I'm not discussing this, bring the agent inside," she said with deadly calm. "Or I can put a bullet in that useless brain of yours." They glared at each other for a couple more minutes until Tyler turned away.
"Come on," he muttered roughly grabbing Reid by the arm and pulling him along to a small shack that he had missed earlier. He winced slightly at the tight grip on his arm.
"You know you don't have to do this," Reid said. He was scared. Tyler seemed like he would be the easiest one to convince that this was wrong.
"Stop talking," Tyler said. He pulled Reid's arm roughly causing him to stumble.
"You could just call my team," Reid said. "Zoe wouldn't even -" Tyler smacked him in the head with his flashlight. Reid hit the ground unconscious. His last thought was how long it would be before they killed each other, or him
