A/N: I am so so sick right now and I have a broken foot- so this chapter might not be my best! Forgive me!
Reginald Miller counted the cash in his hands; yep, what he had done was well worth the $500.00 his friend had paid him. The job hadn't really been all that hard, just a quick grab and dump.
The girl was already drugged out of her mind and couldn't put up a fight if she tried. Reginald had laughed when he first laid eyes on her- she was completely and utterly helpless, unable to even hold her head up as he lifted her into his arms.
"You'll need to put her in your trunk." His friend had directed.
"Man, you serious?" Reginald howled and lightly bounced the semi conscious woman in his arms. "She ain't goin' nowhere!"
"Just make sure of it." His friend had ordered, tucking the syringe he had just used on the girl into his pants pocket. "I don't need her dying too fast on me." He smiled. "Hold her still, I need her shirt." He asked, taking the little remaining fabric from the woman and tossing it on the floor.
"No way man, I ain't takin a naked woman.." Reginald would do a lot, hell, he was about to do a lot; but handling a naked woman was the line he wouldn't cross. He wouldn't touch a naked woman that wasn't his own wife.
"Fine!" His friend shouted, growing more and more impatient. "What do you want me to do?"
"She needs her clothes man, she's shivering!"
"No, I need her clothes.." He paused then stripped off his black hoodie. "Here." He threw it at Reginald. "Now, get out of here."
Reginald walked to his car, swearing to himself as he carried the blonde in his hands. She was in bad shape, her body was covered with cuts and bruises, blood dripped and oozed from multiple injuries, he was certain she had at least a few broken bones. And for a brief moment, he hesitated, wondering if his assignment was worth the money.
But then he thought about what that money could buy, he could pay his rent for a month and give his kids another month in a home. And so, without any more thought to the matter; he put the woman in the front seat of the car and drove off; passing the approaching line of police vehicles making their own way down the street.
He drove for an hour, following the directions his friend had given him. Reginald was surprised to find the area was a national park; a massive national park. His friend had given him directions on a back road- somewhere where there was little to no traffic. Once he parked- there were more directions to follow.
"Damn." Reginald sighed, seeing the weather began to turn for the worse; the forecasters were saying that heavy storms were to move into the area that evening. Heavy rain, hail, tornadoes, this storm system had it all.
"Alright, c'mon kiddo." He parked the car and got out, walking over to the passenger side. He had made sure the car was hidden well enough in the foliage before he got out. "It's alright." He reached inside and grabbed the woman, hoping she would fight him- would do something. She didn't move. "I'm sorry." He whispered, reaching into his pocket and blindfolding the woman. He had specific instructions to disorient her.
As he walked, he thought back on his conversation with Steven, his former foster brother and now one of his best friends. When he had first seen the news of the missing FBI agent, Reginald had immediately thought that Steven was involved but had kept his mouth shut. Hell, he had warrants to deal with, the last thing he needed was the FBI knocking on his door. When Steven had called him earlier that day and offered him the money, Reginald knew his instinct was correct; his brother had the missing FBI agent.
He walked and walked, the shaking woman in his arms. He made it to the designated spot two and half hours after he started walking. Gently, he placed her on the ground and walked away. Leaving the injured woman in the pouring rain, in a wooded area, without any chance of getting help. She was gagged, blindfolded and bound- and as he walked away, he knew he had just sealed Agent Jareau's death sentence; and most likely, his own.