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Hotch had become unusually silent, and the others took notice. The Unit Chief was exasperated to say the least, the fact that two of his agents were in danger, one still is, without him even knowing about it was taking a toll on him, since this is basically his fault in the first place. The ambulance arrived, Prentiss was carefully loaded on a gurney and put inside the vehicle as paramedics began to check over her. At least she was in good hands, but that didn't change the fact that Reid still wasn't, wherever he even is. Hotch knew that Emily would've likely been able to provide information that could hopefully help them find their youngest, but she had yet to gain consciousness, JJ rode with her to the hospital just in case.
This left them with one other option, Cavalry. That is if even he knew what happened to Reid, but they had nothing to lose by asking. Aaron turned to face the horse, he caught the action and did the same. He nickered curiously when Hotch cleared his throat.
"Cavalry, by chance would you happen to know what may have happened to Agent Reid, and where he might be?" He asked. The brown haired beast nodded in response, but exactly how was he supposed to explain it? He couldn't speak, and body language would probably take forever to go through. Morgan suddenly got an idea, he ran up to one of the officers.
"Do you have any paper and a pen?" The dark skinned agent asked.
"Huh? What for?" The confused officer asked.
"I just need some, please." Derek pleaded. The officer retrieved a pen and some blank tickets, which was the best he could provide. "Thank you." Morgan said before returning to his boss.
"Morgan, what's this for?" Hotch asked, gesturing to the items in his hand.
"The only way Cavalry can talk to us." He explained. Aaron cocked an eyebrow at the statement, after all, he was the only one who has yet to see Cavalry's full potential.
"Here Cavalry." Derek said, ripping a blank ticket and placing it on the hood of one of the SUVs, holding out the pen the officer gave him for the animal to grab. The horse held the writing tool between his jaws, then approached the front of the vehicle while Morgan held a couple fingers over the paper to keep it from sliding.
"Okay, tell us you can." Nodding, Cavalry held the pen over the paper, applying the end to it, he maneuvered his head around, slowly forming letters that eventually became words. It was a difficult task, the paper wasn't very big, he was more adapted to the drawing board and marker he first used to talk to Spencer and Emily with, but they were still back at Walter's place. He had to do this though, it was for Spencer, wherever he may be.
By the time Cavalry finished, Morgan held up the note, Rossi gazed over his shoulder and slowly but surely reading out the capital lettering.
"4 people, smelled like alcohol?" The Sneior SSA repeated questioningly. "White truck going fast, to the east." When he finished, Morgan whipped out his phone and dialed Garcia's number.
"What can I do for you my lovelies? Are you guys on your way home yet? Is Cavalry with you?" The familiar technical analyst's cheerful voice came from the device's speaker."
Morgan rubbed the back of his neck. "Not exactly, Baby Girl."
"What's wrong, Derek?" Penelope's happy voice transformed to a more concerned tone.
"From what we know, four people attacked Reid and Prentiss, Emily's on her way to the hospital, JJ rode with her, and Reid- Well, he's been kidnapped."
"What?" Garcia gasped. "Do you know where he is? Who took him?" What can I do to help?"
"Whoa, slow down, Garcia. I need you to look up white pickup trucks in this area."
"I can do that... but you have no idea how many of those are in that location alone. If you could give some more specifics?"
"Cavalry, you didn't happen to get the model or license plate number, did you?" Dave asked. The horse shook his head sadly.
Morgan groaned. "Sorry Penny, but that's all we got."
Cavalry sudden perked up, he retrieved the pen again and resumed scribbling, Derek told Garcia "Hold on." when he noticed the animal. Cavalry got done and Morgan peeked at the note again. "Search within a 20 mile radius."
"Are you sure?" He asked the beast, whom nodded ferociously. "Okay Garcia, try this; search for white pickups within a 20 mile radius from where we are now."
"That makes it so much easier." The blonde breathed, relieved as she began to type away. "Okay, I found 8, however, only one of them is currently in motion. It appears to be heading toward a wooded area not super far from you guys, even though it's going rather fast."
"You know that I love you, right Penelope?" Morgan grinned slightly.
"Of course you do." She smiled back. "Now go, get my baby back home safe!" After she gave them the current address, the call ended and Hotch prepared to give orders. One officer proceeded to call in Sheriff Muxen, others got ready to follow the agents to where they needed to go.
"Cavalry, wait for us back at the station." Hotch said. The animal flattened his ears at the order, he wanted to come along and help, even though he had no way to. He nodded and began to journey back to the building. The profilers hopped in their Suburbans and sped down the road, police cruisers not far behind.
Cavalry watched as they disappeared down the road. He never got around much since he became Walter's 'pet', but he did know a few things about the area. The route the FBI agents went down is a very winding, twisty-like road. Even at the speed they were traveling, it would take them a while to catch up to the people that took Spencer, which would give them more time to do whatever they please with him. After recalling the address that that woman known as Garcia had said, he also knew that from his current spot, the quickest way to that location was not by the road, but on foot, through the woods. For him anyway, since he was horse who could travel fast. He could reach Spencer before the agents, he could still help after all!
Aware that Hotchner had told him to stay at the station, he started in a gallop off the pavement and on the grass, through some trees. He hoped that Spencer was still okay, and that he would get to him soon enough before something horrible happened.
(Spencer Reid!)
Reid noticed the truck had slowed down and eventually came to a spot on the road. Whoever these people were, they didn't even bother to park their vehicle on the side. This worried him some, perhaps this road was rarely used; if ever at all, and nobody would drive by to see him. He heard the doors open and slam shut. He was sweating, failing to hide his growing fear, considering how much older he was than these men. Being taller didn't really change much either, not to mention he was outnumbered four to one, he still didn't quite know what they wanted him for.
The strongest of the young men opened the tailgate and grabbed his ankles, pulling him off the bed. Spencer gasped when he realized he wasn't going to be eased to the ground. Just as he slid off the bed, he instinctively held his head up, so his shoulders would hit the pavement first and break the fall, he didn't need to wind up like Emily did, if she's even still okay.
"You idiot!" One of the boys hissed. "We need him alive."
"Jeez, sorry, man."
The apology was ignored. The young man went and pulled out a can of red paint from the truck cab, while the other two worked to get the motorcycle off of the vehicle. Although he wasn't too sure of his assumption, Reid began to sweat, he swallowed heavily when the strongest boy dragged him to the middle of the road.
"What are you doing?" He asked, not expecting an answer.
"Getting prepared." The first one said.
Reid hesitated. "I don't even know your names?"
The first one sighed. "Well, it's not like you're going to live long enough to tell anyone anyway. My name is Anthony. Happy?" Reid knew he heard that name before, but are they really...?
"Adam." The second spoke.
"Tim." Said the third.
"Conrad." Grunted the strongest one, still holding onto his ankles, not that he was able to move much in the first place, thanks to the ropes that were wrapped around him.
Wait. "You're Walter Walker's sons?"
"You got that right." Anthony sneered. "And that's why we took you here. You put our daddy in jail, and this is our way of 'thanking' you." He grinned evilly, one that sent shivers down the young doctor's spine. He handed Adam the now open paint can and an old brush. Adam proceeded to dip the brush onto the red liquid.
"What are you doing with that?" Spencer asked, trying not to sound fearful.
Adam said nothing, instead he took the paint covered brush and sat the bristles down on the pavement on Reid's left side, then he dragged it over his neck and onto the pavement on the other side. "That should make it easy for you Tim!" He shouted over to where Tim was attempting to start up the motorcycle. Spencer's eyes widened.
"You don't have to do this." He pleaded softly, not that it would change their minds.
"We can, and we will." Anthony smirked. His hair was greasy and his face was covered with pimples and zits. It made Reid cringe at the thought of what his hair might feel like. The rumble of the motorcycle's engine was heard, he shot over and saw Tim hopping onto the seat. He didn't notice his breathing had become dangerously rapid.
"Not yet, Tim!" Anthony shouted.
"Why not?" Tim shouted back, impatiently.
"Just gotta do something first." He grumbled, pulling out a cell phone. He went to the camcorder, then faced it at Reid. "Want to make sure his friends at the FBI get to see this." He grinned.
"How are you even doing that?" Adam asked.
"I had a friend find the number to one of the people that does computer stuff over there. Then I had him rig my phone's camera so we can stream the footage for them to see."
People that does computer... "Garcia?" Spencer mouthed. But what are the chances that they got her number and not one that belonged to someone else?
Without thinking, he shut his eyes and quietly prayed.
(Spencer Reid!)
Penelope bit her nails nervously. It's been a while and she hasn't heard anything from the others. Were they okay? Was Spencer okay? Was he dead and they were delaying on telling her? No, they wouldn't do that, would they? No, of course not! Right? Undesirable scenarios ran through her head, which didn't help in the slightest. She also wondered the same for Prentiss, she only knew that she had taken a beating that required hospital care, and that JJ was with her, but no calls from the media liaison either.
Garcia was tempted to just call them instead, but also didn't want to possibly interrupt anything important. But this was her family, she should know how they're doing. Snatching the phone, one finger barely brushed a button when one of her screen's suddenly changed.
"What the...?" Was she being hacked? It appeared to be some type of recording. All she could see thus far were trees and the dark night. A streetlight provided some insight, but it seemed mostly like a wooded area, kind of like the one she had sent her team to.
Rather than try to rid of the screen, she watched, a little afraid to see what might come. Soon enough though, a young man, with notably poor hygiene appeared.
"Hello, people of the FBI." The one on the screen said in a voice that frightened Penelope dearly. "I hope you're ready to say goodbye to one of your own." He smirked, the camera then pointed at Reid, wrapped up in rope. The first thing the blonde noticed though was the red liquid on his neck, her mouth hung open in shock. Was he dead, or maybe his throat slashed? Oh God... Wait, those are Walter's kids.
"If you're thinking that his throat is cut, guess again." The young man holding the camera spoke. "There's something much better in store for him." Garcia watched as another man on a motorcycle came into view. She gasped in horror as she realized what they were going to do.
Realizing she still had the phone in her hand, she immediately dialed a number. The other line barely rang when the recipient picked up.
"Yeah, Garcia?" Morgan answered.
"Morgan, this footage of Reid tied up on the road with these sickos, who I believe are Walter Walker's kids, about to drive over him with a motorcycle appeared on my screen just a minute ago."
"What? His kids are in on this? Is it a live feed?"
"I-I think so."
"Are you tracking it?"
"Oh! No, but I will right now." She began to type away on her keyboard at a speed that would put a world champion cell phone texter to shame. When she finished, she crossed her fingers, begging for the computer to move faster. The monitor beeped, indicating it had finished. "They are on the road you guys are currently on, just 7 miles away."
"7 miles?" Rossi asked from the passenger seat. "We won't make it there in time."
"We can sure try." Morgan said determinedly, pressing further on the gas pedal while gripping the steering wheel tighter. Hotch, driving the second SUV along with the police cruisers behind them followed suit.
"Hang on kid, we're coming."
(Spencer Reid!)
"Dude, should you be showing off your face like that?" Adam stared at his older brother.
"Who cares?" Anthony shrugged. "Once we take care of this agent, the four of us will head out somewhere, maybe down to Mexico."
"Alright." The younger man said skeptically.
"Yo! We gonna get this show on the road or what?" Tim shouted from several meters away.
"You bet, bro!" Anthony stepped back, phone in hand. Adam and Conrad also stepped back away from a bound Spencer and out of the camera shot.
"We're ready when you are Tim!" With that, the boy revved the engine several times. Reid felt his eyes get warm while he tried his best to struggle free from the ropes. They merely strained in protest at his efforts, but didn't loosen one bit. Surely his team were on their way. They would get here in time to save him.
Garcia held a hand over her mouth, as much as she wanted to turn away from the screen and flee out of the room, she couldn't. It was as if she was glued in this position.
The motorcycle's engine soon became very loud, as it would when someone lays down on the gas. Spencer turned away and shut his eyes. He never got to say goodbye to his mother, or his team.
Tim held onto the handle, making a beeline toward the restrained agent on the ground, mostly aimed at the red line his brother conveniently painted. Conrad and Adam watched as he came closer, Anthony smiled wickedly as he held up camera at an angle that showed both Reid and his approaching doom. Spencer held his eyes shut even tighter as he quietly sobbed.
Everything felt like a blur. Tim didn't notice a large mass of brown jump in front of him until it was too late. He collided right into it, sending him, the motorcycle, and the suddenly appeared obstruction to the pavement, rolling along the ground, Tim moving the farthest before he came to a stop, landing on an awkward position on his head and neck.
All of those present, including Reid, cringed at the sounds of bones, flesh and metal crashing together and scraping around. When it was all over, The three remaining boys rushed to their fallen brother.
"Tim? Tim! Get up! Come on, get up!" They urged, but no response came from the young man. They were aware of blood all around, a frightful amount of it at that. Anthony, expression now fuming, turned to the apparent cause of the accident. A horse?
"What the hell?" He said. It seemed that the animal also had a lot of blood around, especially from the large gash on it's side. It lacked any signs that it was owned by anyone, meaning that it must have either been a stray, or it got out of it's pen somewhere.
While staring at her computer, Penelope was at a loss of words. What just happened? First that one son of a bitch was about to run over her Junior G-Man, the next, there's sounds of crashing and shouting, but the camera had been dropped, so she couldn't see anything.
Once Reid gained back his vision, he looked over to where the three boys were still looking over Tim, however, that wasn't what caught his attention, it was morely what saved his life. It was big, and brown colored, not counting the crimson red he was also able to make out.
"Cavalry?" He whispered. Unfortunately, neither Cavalry nor Tim appeared to be moving, or breathing for that matter, and there was a lot of blood from both of them.
Soon, sirens could be heard in the distance.
To be continued...
What do you think so far? Am I doing a good job for my first semi-casefic, as well as my first OC story?