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Foyet studied the papers he had gathered on Dr. Ried, looking for more ways to destroy the young man. If he broke Reid completly, emotionally that is, he knew Hotch would never forgive himself. It would break him too.
Killing Mrs. Reid wasn't enough for him...he wanted more.
He could go after the people closest to Reid...his Godson, perhaps...for for some reason he wasn't too fond of the idea.
He wanted something more pesronal towards Reid. Something he wasn't prepared for. Everyone would be on edge, anyway, protecting their families. Being on a lookout for him.
He needed something they wouldn't think about.
With a smile he glanced at the picture of William Reid in front of him and began to plan his next move.
Reid couldn't quit shaking now. The withdrawl was happening. They wrapped him in blankets and he still shook. He also wouldn't stop vomiting.
"It was going to be a long night," the doctor had said. "He has a lot he has to get out of his system. Fighting the addiction again is going to be even harder than going through withdrawl. We're going to have to be careful how much pain meds we give him, so he doesn't become addicted to them.
Hotch's eyes burned with anger.
This wasn't fair to Reid. Reid didn't deserve this.
Reid would wake, shouting about his nightmares.
They were always the same. Mrs. Reid covered in blood, yelling that it should have been him.
Reid couldn't stop apologizing for his mother's death. He was convinced it was his fault. Hotch knew what it was like to blame himself and hated seeing Reid in that position.
He sent Morgan home to get some rest. He put Reid in this hospital. The least he could do was be there for him.
Hotch would hold Reid and rock him back and forth while Reid would sob into his shoulders. The kid was so emotionally scarred, so vulnerable. He wasn't sure if he could survive this.
He just prayed that this situation wouldn't get any worse. Reid was on the urge of losing it all together and he wasn't sure how much more the kid could take, or any of them.
William had just gotten the call about his ex-wife's death and his son being attacked.
In horrified shock he scrambled to the car to get to the airport. He had to see Spencer, make sure his son was going to be all right. He still couldn't believe something so horrible happened to Diana. That poor innocent woman.
As he drove, completly concentrating on what laid ahead he was unaware that he was being followed by a dark van close behind him.
Unaware of the sinistar plans someone had in store for him.
I know this is really really short but next chapter will be a LOT longer! I promise! And a lot more descriptive!