Sorry I haven't updated this in a while! I have not forgotten this story!
Hotch finally managed to pick the lock. He breathed a sense of relief as he stood up. George was probably upstairs surpvising what was happening like the sick bastard he was. Hotch swallowed as he walked slowly up the stairs. The door led him to a kitchen. Good, he could grab a knife. He needed some kind of weapon. A gun would be better, but a knife was better then nothing.
He heard the noises from upstairs. The whimpering sounds from Reid. He closed his eyes and gritted his teeth. He had to protect the kid, no matter what.
He walked up the stairs slowly. But as he turned the corner George greeted him with a baseball bat and fury in his eyes. Before Hotch could say anything,or use the knife he had grabbed by the sink, George swung the bat against Hotch causing him to call down the stairs. As he hit his head on the ground everything went black.
When Hotch woke he was laying in a bed, handcuffed to the headboard. George was smiling as he loomed down. Hotch could feel blood trickle down his head . His leg was twisted at an odd angle and clearly broken...so were his ribs. He gritted in pain, but refused to shout out. To give George the satisifaction.
"I bet You're wondering how I got you up here," George smiled. "As it is..I have an old stretcher in the back...see I used to be a paramedic and decided when I quit to take one..as gift. Never know when it would come in handy. I had my friend help me carry you up the stairs. I didn't want too damage you so much you'd be perminatly paralized...at least not yet..."
"Why?" Hotch said hoarsly. "Why bother carrying me up at all? Or trying to take care of me?"
"Because I can't torture you emotionally if you're dead, or almost dead," George sneered. "And I wanted to carry you up here so you could listen in, hear it in person. I...wanted you to see it, but I figured hearing it, for now, would be best.
Hotch froze and knew the answer before he asked.
"Hear..what?"
George leaned into his ear.
"Listen," he whispered softly.
Hotch decided to obey and closed his eyes as he heard the loud cries of Reid from the other room.
"I decided to keep him off the drugs for this round. Keeps him more alive...more active," George chuckled.
"You're a monster," Hotch growled and spat in George's face.
George hit him across the face with the gun.
"That maybe, but you're also a monster. And don't deny it. You derseve everything that you are getting."
"Yes, but does Reid?"
"Dr. Reid was part of the team that you worked with, trying to save my family. When you failed, he failed also."
"That's a bullshit excuse and you know it!"
Rage was inside of Hotch. Rage like he never knew.
George suddenly smiled.
"Listen...can't you hear it?"
It sickened Hotch but he could hear the smacking of the man's hand touching Reid's skin.
"That's my friend...hitting yours...doesn't that sound sound...good?"
"You're sick," Hotch snapped.
George laughed.
"That maybe but I'm the one that has a member of your team hostage. Don't worry...it's going to be over soon."
Hotch didn't like the sound of that.
"Why?" He dared to ask.
"Because," yawned George. "After my friend gets tired of using Reid I'll have him kill him...and you get to watch...just like I got to watch my family die."
With that George left the room ignoring Hotch's curses and shouts and smiled as he headed into the room with Reid so he could, this time, watch.
For him things were all coming together, finally, and Agent Hotchner was about to get what he deserved.