Season 7 has offically begun! They stated filming Wednesday, and it's confirmed that Paget and AJ are BACK! YAY! :D
...About my update being later this time... After the Fourth of July, my choir teacher's husband died of cancer; he had colon cancer, the same as my dad. The funeral was this week, and I was affected by the events... It brought back some bad memories.
Also, I've started another set of summer classes this week; it looks like I'll be very busy, and writing stories may not become a top priority. However, I think my Biology teacher may harbor less-than-friendly feelings toward me... I won't go into details, but if you've read my Tumblr blog on the matter, you'll understand.
I hope you enjoy this chapter; there isn't much Reid, but he's there. There will be lots more of our genius next chapter!
WARNING: (This may be a first for me...) Slight Child Abuse and Substance Abuse.
I don't own Criminal Minds!
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I believe in you/I'll give up everything just to find you/I have to be with you to live to breathe/you're taking over me ~ Evanescence "Taking Over Me"
George Foyet took a swing of his beer, watching his partner intently. Tobias was prepping a syringe, filling it from a vial he always kept on his person. Foyet watched intently, his eyes shadowed; he himself had only taken prescription drugs for the pain from stab wounds he'd inflicted in order to save himself from scrutiny while he'd been killing in Boston ten years ago, but he'd never self-medicated such a powerful illegal drug.
But honestly, Foyet liked his drink. It was his best friend when the pain from his self-inflicted stab wounds was more than what his personal cocktail of pain meds could hide. His doctor had always said to lay off the drink, but Foyet had ignored the man and continued to self-medicate with this particular non-prescription drug. Even now, he was happily buzzed this evening. They'd done their job, they hadn't been caught… life was good.
A shuffle and a small whimper interrupted his musings; Foyet lowered his beer to his knee and glanced toward the source, his fingers curving into fists as he eyed the plastic container.
Another whimper filled the abandoned gas station building, this one accompanied by sniffles and soft weeping.
"Is he making noise again?" Tobias asked, glancing up from his syringe. "I can go shut him up if you want." As he spoke, the younger man gestured with his now half-full syringe toward the plastic dog kennel, the source of the whimpering.
A second later, a soft keening noise was heard; both men could hear the unmistakable cry for "mommy" within that pitiful noise. But while one man sympathized as he filled his syringe, the other was at the end of his already frayed rope as he set his beer down and got to his feet.
Foyet ignored his partner, stalking toward the large plastic container and bending down to glare at the figure behind the metal bars. The kid, his head leaning against the frame, watched as Foyet came closer, moving his body back as the serial killer stared at him.
"I want you to stop crying," Foyet hissed in his semi-drunken stupor. "Stop crying for your mommy or your daddy or you puppy or your little friend from the bus stop or whoever and whatever it is that you're crying about, or I will open that door and pull you out… And I will give you something to cry about. Do you want that, kid? Do you? Answer me; do you want that?"
When the kid didn't answer, Foyet suddenly kicked at the kennel, making the boy yelp and scramble for a corner in the far back of the container. Foyet aimed another kick at the plastic container and kicked it with enough force to push it back toward the wall. A third kick made the occupant start whimpering again.
"What did I tell you?" Foyet roared as he aimed yet another kick at the plastic container. A scream of terror was his only answer as he leaned toward the door of the kennel, gripping the bars and giving the terrified form within a dark, almost feral glance before shoving the kennel away from the wall and standing to walk it back to its original location before returning to Tobias and sitting down to drink his beer. Tobias was staring at him.
"What's the matter?" the older man barked. Tobias said nothing and continued prepping his syringe, knocking himself out with the contents a few minutes later.
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It had been roughly 30 hours since Spencer had been taken. Penelope Garcia looked longingly at the picture of that sweet, innocent child that had been tacked onto the evidence board, along with the contents of his CPS file, the sketches generated by young Derek Morgan.
And, most recently, the matching photographs of serial killer George Foyet and drug dealer-turned-murderer Tobias Hankel.
Around her, the bullpen swarmed with the activity of agents consulting on cases, consuming coffee and gossiping about their family lives, their past cases and how horrible their coffee tasted and what they could do to remedy that.
Garcia tuned out the entire room, her eyes fixed only on the picture of the smiling boy on the board; she only tore them away in surprise when Kevin rested a hand on her shoulder, his face as tense as she felt.
"We'll find him, Penny," he whispered. "We'll find him and bring him home soon. I promise."
She nodded. "I'm trying to believe that," she replied, her voice breaking as she tried not to cry. "But I'm so scared. He's only a kid, Kevin. What if he…" her voice trailed off in realization of what she was thinking, a look of horror on her face; a second later, Penelope Garcia turned and buried her face into Kevin's shoulder, weeping bitterly as he tried to comfort her.
"Shhhh..." he whispered, stroking her shoulder and awkwardly rocking her as she bawled into his shoulder.
Above the catwalk, watching the two Techs was Hotch, Prentiss and Cooper.
"CPS just called Todd," Prentiss admitted. "They told her that they're sending Spencer's Social Worker, Ashley Seaver here; she'll be landing in four hours at JFK to help us if... when we find Spencer."
"And Agent Todd?" Hotch asked; he ignored her mention of the word 'if'; they knew that statistics, but there had to be hope. Two UnSubs meant there were better chances of finding the boy alive after all.
"I sent her home," Cooper replied. "This case was getting to her."
"It's getting to us all," Rossi replied as he walked past them. "Prentiss, Jennifer wants to see us. She's in the conference room with Henry… And I'll see if Garcia wants to watch him while we talk," he added watching the colorful woman in the bullpen dry her eyes at the sight of the four senior agents.
Rossi watched the woman in the bullpen for a moment before turning away and walking toward his office. "I want to find that boy, and I want him found yesterday," he growled.
As they spoke, Kevin Lynch approached the foot of the catwalk, a phone held in his hands.
"Sir, DC Metro is on line two," Kevin began softly. "They've found a body. They're at a suspicious fire at an abandoned gas station in DC. Based on height, weight and a partial fingerprint, they're estimating that the body may be Tobias Hankel."
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A/N: Yeah... Sorry about the cliffhanger... At least, I think I should be...
Next chapter is all about Reid and what happens to Tobias... I have it all written out, and will most likely post it on Friday. Unless my evil Biology teacher annoys me into posting early (I really don't like her (And it takes a lot for me to not like someone), and I don't think she likes me).
Thanks to my awesome reviewers kdzl, pipinheart, White Replica, Unknown, fireball1012, lightinshadow, MegalegU, LenniluvsBrian, v-babe, and Lila! Thanks you guys! :D
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