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Reid had been staring into the darkness for a long time, repeating the last words Dean had said to him this day.
"Two days left."
"Two days left."
"Two days left."
Just two days before it might be too late for his team to save him.
He wasn't even sure he was going to make it through those last two days. Dean was clearly escalating and becoming more dangerous with the minute.
Reid thought back to the moment Dean started to lose his mind. Reid couldn't let the outburst go; he knew it didn't fit the profile and that made him nervous. At the moment, it was impossible to predict the next move of his captivator.
Saunder's explosion didn't seem new. It seemed like Dean had felt this way the whole time and had been covering it up with the cool and violent appearance he had first seen. The appearance that made him the sadist he is.
Hotch looked at the older man. Rossi was the only one of the team, Hotch excluded, who could keep his emotions in control. Always hiding behind his unruffled façade. The DVD that had been sent to Mrs. Reid was exactly the same as the one they had received.
"Nothing new," he said, his voice trembling. It was the first time he had seen Rossi this affected.
They had watched the DVD 3 times now and they still hadn't noticed anything that could help them find the youngest one of their team. He had noticed other things, though, like the fact that Reid's screams weren't that loud, but showed immense suffering and were nerve racking. The weapons that Seaver had noticed during the first time he had seen the video, were indeed scary and usual. He recognized some of them as ancient torturing equipment, while others were unknown to him.
A knock on the door startled him and brought him out of his thinking process.
Prentiss opened the door without waiting for an answer. Her eyes still showed signs of remorse for her outburst earlier.
"Ehm. We are finished comparing, but we still have people left."
"Alright, we are coming," Hotch said, standing up. Rossi followed him on the way to the door, casting one last look at the black screen.
"So, how many are there left?" Rossi asked, looking at Seaver, who was sleeping on the couch.
When Morgan saw Hotch's questioning look, he decided to step up for her. "She fell asleep for the first time in three days. We thought we should give her a break."
Hotch nodded as a sign of his approval. None of the team-members had had a good night's rest during the past days. Sometimes, one of them could sleep for a couple of hours when the rest continued working. He changed his attention from the young sleeping woman to their technician.
"Garcia?"
The mentioning of her name was enough to signal her to explain what they had done. "Yes, sir. I added the names I have collected to the ones Prentiss and Seaver have collected and then I crossed them with the ones on our earlier list. This didn't exclude many people, unfortunately. which, as no surprise, didn't exclude many of them so we followed the profile. The ones with important jobs are crossed off the list. Like, we are suspicious about one certain fireman who has bought some really unusual things. Which left us with 9 people. Then I ruled out the ones who are still married, because according to Prentiss, we can't rule out the ones who are divorced or might have a kid somewhere. And in the end that leaves us with one person."
Hotch looked at the team and saw they all had the exact same hope in their eyes.
Please let this be our guy.
Reid looked around the basement. During the time Dean was gone, he usually turned off the light, but now it was on. Spencer didn't know if it was because he wanted him to see the horror of the place where he was probably going to die or that he simply had forgotten to turn it off. Either way, Reid was happy he wasn't in the dark anymore.
He hated the dark, always had. You never knew what was there in the dark and he just didn't like to be surprised. Though this whole thing had been one terrifying surprise for him.
He had only seen the walls, which were always covered with a little glow of light which radiated through the small opening at the bottom of the door. He avoided to look at the walls, already knowing what was on them. He continued his examination. The kit Dean was always rummaging in was open. It was a black cheap looking kit, but the stuff inside was a lot more interesting.
He thought Dean might have hidden other weapons in it, but the things that where truly in it, where a lot less threatening. Less threatening but more shocking.
A withered bouquet of flowers, which Reid thought had been beautiful flowers once, just peeked out over the edge. He could see the light reflecting on old jewels. He saw the white fabric of something he assumed was a dress. The most stunning object was the picture of a beautiful young woman on the inside of the lid.
hope you guys liked it and yes I know it is shorter again, but I can't help it and I also wanted to say that the updates are getting less (again) because school has started and I am in my final year. sorry.