Zannabanana – I rushed this one out, I do hope you enjoy. You will get a little bit about Hannah's mom in this chapter. That' s why I asked. Hannah's case was from the pulled files. Jeff wanted to cover his tracks as much as possible. But now that Garcia knows what to look for. I didn't write John into this story. They find all the evidence that they need later to prove that Reid was not guilty. I do actually have Reid connect with Viola, but in another way. Funny you should bring up food. That's one of the points in this next chapter
SSA Funbart – With women like her you can't actually trust them and no matter how much they seemed to have changed or begin to understand you need to keep an eye on them
Twilightmecrazii – I like returning the favor from the reviews, I hope you enjoy learning about Viola now
Pipinheart – if you were in J.J.'s position you would lie too, I know I would. There is no way that he is guilty. Strauss does need to remove her head out of the fog of bureaucracy that she has been living in.
Szarabasjka – Jeff is a cop, he just got wind of the BAU team asking questions. He does blame Reid for the rape, the suicide, and something else to come. As much as I would like to see Strauss shot, I didn't do it in this story. I couldn't get it to fit anywhere. The profilers know what he's going to be like. They just seem to know. I hope you enjoy learning about Viola
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Chapter 11 Viola
Somehow or another Reid managed to dose off to sleep. His body ached from the pain of sitting in the chair too long with his hands tied behind him. The pain in his finger had continually throbbed and he was slowly becoming accustomed to it. He had wondered how close his team had come to finding him and just how far away they were now. He wasn't too sure when it was when he finally went to sleep.
Reid was woken by someone touching his face. He opened his eyes to see Viola standing there. Reid was surprised to see her. He didn't know if she would come back. Her face was bruised from where Jeff had hit her, she had fashioned her hair to cover the bruise.
"I thought you would like some water." She said removing the gag from Reid's mouth.
"Thank you." Reid said taking the straw that Viola offered. He slowly sipped the water not wanting to drink too fast.
"Jeff told me that he was making sure that you didn't eat or drink." Viola said while holding the cup for Spencer.
Reid finished the water grateful that he no longer had a dry throat. "Thank you." He said again.
When he was finished Viola put the cup on Hannah's dresser. "You could have kicked me you know."
Reid looked at Viola funny.
"When I was hitting you the other day. You're legs aren't tied." She said looking at his feet.
Reid's legs were not tied to the chair at all. He could still move them around. "I don't hit girls." Reid answered.
Viola took a seat on the bed across from Reid. "I'm scared." She wrapped her arms around herself in a hug.
"I know," Reid said gently.
"I've never seen Jeff violent before. He's never really liked me. He said I was a bad influence on Hannah."
"How could you be a bad influence?" Reid coaxed.
"Do you know what I was doing when Hannah was being attacked?" Viola asked.
Reid shook his head.
"I was smoking pot with some friends of mine. Hannah and I were at the library together. I went off to have a joint and she went off with him."
With him, Reid thought. She thinks I am innocent. "You're not guilty. You couldn't have stopped what happened."
"Do you want to know something funny?" Viola said. "I haven't smoked since then. It doesn't . . . I think about Hannah. Even after Aunt Sammie died and Hannah's funeral." She paused for a moment to compose herself. "Aunt Sammie told me I was to take care of Hannah, that's why I have a key to the house and the code to the security system. I was sorry for what happened, I used to come in whenever just to check on her."
Reid felt his heart racing. "Sammie, was that Hannah's mom."
"Yes, she died a week before Hannah killed herself." Viola answered.
Reid had it all right there. He knew where the name Sam had come from and what Jeff's stressor had been. The death of his wife and child. Jeff had taken the name of his wife to give to the team.
"What about your mom?" Reid asked. "Have you talked with her at all?"
"After Aunt Sammie's funeral she got together with her old friend Jim Bean. Part of the reason I came here the other day was because I didn't want to clean up the mess at home. That's always been my job when she fell off the wagon again. Vomit, trash, and bottle collection." Viola said looking away.
Reid knew she was adding humor to the situation to hide the pain that it had caused her.
"What about your father or Sebastian?" Reid asked.
"Arizona. After the divorce, Dad and Mom divided us like property. Sebastian left with him. We don't talk anymore. He left me to deal with her. Hannah was the one that I could talk to. She was pretty and an A student, complete opposite of me, but we got along. I'm alone."
Reid had already built a complete profile on Viola and he didn't want to use her, but he had to get himself away from Jeff before he would decide to initiate part three.
"I'm sorry." Reid said. "I know how it felt when my Dad left. You have to question your worth." Reid said. "Why were you so terrible, what you could have done different?"
"Didn't your Mom take care of you?" Viola asked.
"My mom developed schizophrenia before I was born." Reid answered. "I had to help take care of her. She actually used to read me stories all of the time. It was her favorite thing to do."
"Didn't your Dad ever call or help you?" Viola asked.
"I didn't see him for seventeen years after that. I actually thought he left because of me because I wasn't the son he wanted."
Reid could tell that Viola was comparing the years of separation with the years in her life. Then something seemed to have struck a nerve.
Viola then looked at Reid in the eyes. "I don't believe you hurt Hannah. I think you might be able to find the one who did." Viola said. "I want to help you, but I don't know what to do."
"You can go to the police." Reid said in a calm voice, despite his racing heart. "All that you would have to do is say where I am."
Viola shook her head. "I can't. Jeff is a cop. If I say anything they won't believe me."
"They should if you come forward." Reid said encouragingly.
"I have a record, for pot and for vandalism. I'm not trustworthy. Jeff would only have to say that I was getting back at him for something." Viola said. "I can't just go in there and say my uncle who is a cop, is holding an FBI Agent."
"My badge, look through my bag there." Reid said nodding towards the bag on floor.
Viola started looking through it. "I found a phone." She answered after searching it completely.
"Call Morgan he's an agent on my team and he's my friend. I have him saved in the contacts." Reid said. "Viola listen to me, he will protect you. Just tell him where I am, it's my phone so he will know it's from me. You have to get out of here now, before he comes back."
"I'll call Morgan and tell him where you are." Viola said.
"Wait, the cup and the gag." Reid said. "I don't want him to know you were here."
Viola put the gag back in Reid's mouth and grabbed the cup, not leaving any evidence that she was there.
Reid then heard a noise from the side of the house. It sounded like a garage door.
"What do you think you're doing?" Jeff yelled.
Don't hurt her. It wasn't her fault. She's just troubled, that's all. She doesn't deserve that. Reid pleaded in his head as he listened to the sickening sounds of smacks and whimpers. He could hear Viola begging him to stop. Reid couldn't help it. He cried. His heart was breaking for her.
